Foracht was startled, almost stumbling back. His brow arched. "When falling from above, it is always more painful," Foracht said, stepping forward. He was determined to show this arrogant fool the differences between a Rune sorcerer and a Rune warrior.

"You should start attacking; otherwise, you will not have the chance to show your skills," Kinty said seriously, as if he were trying to help.

"Let's see how you fare against this!" Foracht started drawing with both hands in midair. A triangular Rune appeared; with a wave of his hands, it shot like a cannonball, a fire bolt towards Kinty. The Rune fire bullet was unleashed. Many stared at Kinty, including Amarok.

"Wow, such power. What will Kinty do facing this powerful Rune? He is not moving, does he intend to take it head-on?" the lady shouted. Kinty smiled,

"First move," his voice echoed, and a blinding light exploded. The attack shattered into nothingness. Fire swallowed Kinty on both sides as if it were divided.

"Two more chances," Kinty said. He had drawn his first sword, but no one had seen at what time. He started leisurely walking towards his opponent. Foracht was a little surprised but quickly sneered; that was just his weakest attack. He restarted drawing, this time a different Rune. Fire burst out, biting forward. It was snakes made of fire originating from his Rune.

"Wow, Foracht has decided to get serious this time. The fire snake Rune. It's a powerful Rune known for its efficacy against moving opponents. What will Kinty do this time?" This time, much faster. The fire snakes undulated as they attacked. Kinty had begun rushing forward, stepping and jumping to avoid the attacks. His shirt sleeve caught fire, but he didn't care. He bolted upward. Foracht was even more upset, waving his arms; the snakes bolted upward during toward him.

"Second move," Kinty's voice rang out, a familiar explosion surged, painting the sky white. The white cloud opened as they saw Kinty descend, his two swords at arm's length, charging at lightning speed. At this time, Foracht looked panicked; if Kinty's sword got too close, he would be at a disadvantage.

He drew yet another Rune, this time slightly bigger than the first one. It was a shining red triangular. On its edges, making symbols. The triangular Rune spun, Foracht waved forward. His head full of sweat, his hands trembling. The void cracked and burned, fire clawed at the void this time.

The temperature rose so much that Foracht's sleeves caught fire. He gritted his teeth but stood his ground. Kinty was still dashing forward; his figure flashed. The next thing they knew, he was behind Foracht, his swords sheathed.

"Third move," he said. Foracht's eyes were wide open as he fell face first. He could not believe he had lost to a Rune warrior, and this lamentably. What's more, Kinty had done exactly what he said, defeated in three moves. The crowd was dazzled; many roared in applause. "And we have our first winner. Kinty! He defeated his opponent with such ease and class," the lady rushed back to the arena announcing.

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She too had not expected it to be so fast. No one got a glimpse of the Rune in Kinty's swords. Kinty smiled in Amarok's direction as if talking to him; he was the next. "Let our next opponent move in," the lady said.

"He looks like he is arrogant by nature, but he is indeed very smart. All that show was to allow his Rune weapon to either charge enough power or to be activated. The first attack was to gauge if he could take the opponent's attack head-on. Once he figured out he could not, he immediately changed tactics," Calder said, caressing his beard. "Charge power?" Amarok looked at Calder clueless.

"You are really too ignorant. Let me explain; Rune weapons are classified. Some can be activated immediately during a fight and unleash all their power, while some need time to gather enough energy; these ones usually are able to unleash more devastating power but at an obvious disadvantage. Others still need time not to get power but to get activated, just like turning on. Do you understand, or is it too difficult for your little head?" Mist explained.

"What if the first attack was too strong, then?" Neo asked. "Then he would have been put at a serious disadvantage with a severe wound at the beginning," Calder continued. He was eager to see more from Kinty; he was certain the other party had just shown the tip of the iceberg. He was thrilled; his trip to Wandleaf was becoming more and more interesting. "What a daring strategy," Amarok stared at Kinty.

Soon, two new figures appeared in the arena. Amarok was very interested in the upcoming fight; he straightened himself. "That's the daughter of the Frostmoor clan, Lyra Frost. She is extremely talented. Have you met?" Calder asked.

"We can say that. We chatted once," Amarok nodded. It was entirely thanks to her that he had not succumbed to the voice in his head that day. "What could she possibly want to talk to you about? Someone of her status will never stop to speak with you," Mist shook her head, not believing him. "Well... I'm handsome," Amarok shrugged his shoulders. They all looked at him strangely, this guy... "It has begun," Neo suddenly said. The crowd's gaze returned to the arena.

Lyra held a long bow in hand. A quiver with arrows waited for her in front. Her appearance had attracted a lot of attention, many gasping in awe. She looked unreal. "Miss, you are so beautiful," the lady commenting couldn't help but say.

"Thank you," Lyra replied politely with a smile. Her opponent was a boy; he held a smile in the corner of his mouth. A girl?? Looking at how pretty she was, he was certain the fight would be over in a few seconds. "Filz, Rune sorcerer apprentice. I wouldn't go hard on you," he said, locking eyes with Lyra.

"Rune warrior initiate," she said, not even looking at him. Filz's brows arched; he had prepared to be a little gentle, but it was like she could care less. "Don't regret it," he murmured.

"You can start," the lady said, running out of the way. Filz began drawing in the void. Rapidly, a shining circle hovered before him. The void trembled. A spinning cyclone of blue energy surged forward.

The water was rotating at lightning speed. It crushed the distance between them as it charged at Lyra. She was still slowly aiming with her bow. She pulled the strings. The spinning water column was roaring forward, unstoppable. She let the first arrow rush; it pierced through the void. A whooshing sound could be heard.