The battle between Flama Astoria and Aria Stormsong was a mesmerizing display of elemental devastation, forcing the arena's energy formations to hum frantically under the strain.

Aria, the Proud Warrior, fought with an aggressive martial madness. She utilized the Heaven-Shattering Thunder Blade, a Heaven grade Cultivation Art that amplified her Greatsword's mass with the chaotic, kinetic lightning.

Each swing didn't just cut; it created focused Thunder Shocks that tore at the spiritual defenses of her opponent. Her mastery was so profound that bolts of purple Lightning constantly crackled around her, forming a dangerous, reactive shield that punished any close approach.

Flama, the Passionate Alchemist, fought in a volatile but creative genius style. She was constantly running, setting up complex traps and alchemical reactions.

Her primary offensive was the Phoenix Transformation Art, a technique that allowed her to project colossal, ephemeral Fire Phoenixes from her cauldrons. These beasts of pure, blazing fire would engulf the platform, attempting to melt Aria's defenses and disrupt her footwork.

She also briefly unleashed the Infernal Earth Tide, turning patches of the platform into bubbling, acidic lava to restrict Aria's movements.

And yet, despite Flama's clever traps and overwhelming firepower, the match was ultimately decided by Aria's superior spiritual energy and raw combat experience.

Aria held the record for the most victories in previous Saintesses Competition, just after Lilith.

As obviously, she would refused to be bogged down.

Whizzz!

She used the Heavenly Step of the Storm to flash through Flama's fiery obstacles, utilizing her lightning essence to instantly vaporize the Infernal Earth Flama created.

The deciding moment came when Aria roared, channeling the full extent of her power into a single technique: Judgement of Lightning.

Rumble!

Her greatsword transformed into a pillar of blinding, concentrated lightning that crashed down upon Flama's primary cauldron formation.

CRACK-ZAP!

The cauldron exploded, sending shrapnel and volatile reagents flying.

Flama's defenses were shattered.

Though protected by a final, desperate burst of alchemical energy, she was struck by the raw kinetic force of the lightning and thrown clear off the platform, defeated.

Aria Stormsong Wins!

It was a display of sheer, overwhelming might, and to the experienced cultivators in the crowd, it was not surprising. Aria's lightning-based martial cultivation held an innate destructive advantage over Flama's more scattered, transformative fire arts. The Proud Warrior had proven why she was a perennial favorite.

Flama Astoria landed outside the arena floor with a slight disorientation. Her vibrant energy was temporarily drained, her clothing singed, and minor burns visible on her arms from the electrical discharge.

She then left without a word, the shame of defeat burning hotter than her flames.

Arriving at the Alchemy Land's Sky Viewing Box, she immediately bowed her head to her father and the assembled elders.

"I am sorry, Father. Your daughter shamed you..."

She was in genuine remorse and loss.

Xion Astoria, the Patriarch of the Alchemy Land, stood up. He then gently held his daughter in his arms, his disappointment tempered by fierce parental pride.

"Your performance was truly a spectacle, my dear," he corrected in a consoling voice. "To hold Aria Stormsong for so long, and to force her to use her most powerful technique, is a victory in itself. And remember, the battle is not over yet. If you achieve the highest points among the runner-ups, you can still fight again for a chance at the final round."

"Yes, I understand," Flama whispered, accepting the counsel. She then slumped into a cushioned seat while an attendant rushed forward to apply a restorative medicinal paste to her superficial electrical wounds. Her mind, however, was already racing, analyzing her mistakes and calculating the necessary adjustments for a potential rematch.

The clamor of the crowd reached a new peak, now focused on the final elimination match of the day.

Celestine Starborn, the Mysterious Oracle, stood opposite Evelina Frostheart, the Cold Goddess.

These two Saintesses, representing vastly different domains were bound to offer a similarly spectacular show as last time.

Celestine's power lay in the profound manipulation of fate and star energy, while Evelina's was in absolute control over the element of extreme Ice and spiritual discipline.

From the Drunken Master's Sky Box, Vahn (Damien Infernos) exchanged a brief, secret glance with Seraphina.

Seraphina, though defeated, was calm as she watched the arena with focused anticipation

Vahn also watched with intense scrutiny. Various calculations ran through his mind: who might emerge victorious, and what new cultivation concepts or weaknesses he could learn from their clash. Evelina's extreme Ice and discipline were formidable, but Celestine's power of Stars and Fate was the most unpredictable force on the field.

Learning how to counter either of their powers would be an invaluable lesson for his long-term goals.

The arena went silent one last time, waiting for the inevitable clash between these two.

The battle began without delay.

​Celestine raised her shining golden scepter high into the sky. It instantly glowed with a brilliant, silver-white energy, the radiance so intense that it made the very Suppression Formation encasing the platform vibrate with a frantic, muffled Buzz, buzz, buzz...

​In an instant, several star-shaped beams of light materialized, weaving together to form an intense, protective cosmic cocoon that completely surrounded Celestine. Anyone with a modicum of spiritual sense could understand her strategy: this shield was meant to counteract Evelina's Frigid Aura, which was already increasing at an astonishing, world-chilling rate. Celestine was preparing to fight an elemental war from a position of absolute celestial defense.

​"Futile!" Evelina's voice echoed coldly, cutting through the rising hum of the formation.

​She raised her long, elegant sword. The blade was extremely thin and light, almost ethereal, yet the frigid energy it radiated was terrifying. It sent chills through even the high and mighty elders watching from the security of their Sky Boxes, a sign that Evelina's control over the ice element had reached a level of near-absolute purity.

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​Evelina did not rush. She was disciplined and precise. As the chilling air turned the moisture around her into visible ice particles, she slowly began her assault.

​She channeled her Soul Transformation energy into her blade, not for a chaotic swing, but for a focused, terrifying strike. The tip of her sword glowed with a deep, sapphire light before she unleashed the Glacier Needle Thrust. It was not a broad attack but a single, infinitesimally thin needle of compressed, absolute zero ice aimed directly at a minute point on Celestine's star-woven barrier.

​The collision was silent, but catastrophic. The star shield, meant to deflect broad attacks, was faced with power focused to a single point. The chilling force met the cosmic light, and a fine web of cracks instantly spread across the silver cocoon. Celestine's expression, usually serene, finally showed a flicker of surprise as she felt the strain.

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