"What do you mean?" Akira asked me

"You see sometimes my powers have gotten out of out of control. 1 time, me and Kaede teamed up against my uncle. I used God Force. My uncle got bedridden for 2 weeks. I felt dead-guilty. Believe it or not. He wanted a rematch later, and he won."

"He sounds like someone you love." Akira replied.

I looked him right in the eye, "Yes, I did."

"Did? What happened?"

"He went missing in a mission. An ancient tomb was found frozen in ice. A group of powerful sorcerers including my uncle who was an Elite."

Akira looked a bit pale.

Jeez 90% percent of Elites must have come from his family

"What happened?"

"Nothing. What happened next?"

"Well. Reports say everyone died. This happened a few weeks before 'The Incident'-"

"You think they may connected." Akira interrupted.

I nodded.

Mr.Sigan cleared his throat and announced, "Well then now on to the semifinals! Round 1: Akira vs Luka De Angelo. Please make your way to the centre!"

Akira got up and cracked his knuckles, "This is going to be fun."

He walked up to the circle where Luka was already waiting.

"Start!"

"This is going to be interesting." Luka muttered.

Blood circled Akira's hand. A scythe appeared. He held it.

"Lost slashes." Slashes of blood came right to Luka from all sides.

"Hmm... not bad."

"Ice dragons."

Luka spun his trident and from it came out dragons made out of ice. They flew to the slashes. They cancelled themselves out creating splatters of blood.

"My turn. Pinnacle."

A ball of ice thrown by Luka hit Akira making a pinnacle of ice to grow on him.

"Hah." Akira smirked.

"Burning blood." A huge explosion engulfed the circle.

"Woh." Sakura muttered in awe.

"Ice wall."

Luka created an orb of ice around him to protect himself.

This guy might be a problem.

Right when the explosion ended. The giant orb melted under the heat.

The explosion rocked the arena, smoke and steam billowing into the air. When the dust settled, Luka stood unharmed within his ice wall, though it had melted down considerably. The heat from Akira's burning blood had almost been too much for it to withstand.

This may be more fun than I thought.

Akira smirked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"He may actually win this." Sakura murmured.

"You didn't think he could?" Kaede teased.

"Um-I mean-Ooh Luka's doing something."

Luka's eyes narrowed, surveying the situation carefully. He spun his trident once more, his body emanating cold as he began to gather more energy. "Ice wall, full scale!"

That attack weakened me. I need to buy time.

This time, a massive, crystalline wall of ice shot up from the ground, encircling Luka in an impenetrable dome. It glowed faintly under the light of the arena, a barrier that seemed to absorb the heat from the surrounding air.

Akira tilted his head. "A defensive move, huh?" His grin widened. "Alright, let's see if it holds."

He raised his hand, and the blood around his arm formed into a long, jagged spear. "Blood Piercer," he whispered, launching the spear at the ice wall with tremendous force.

The spear collided with the ice, cracking it slightly at first. But Luka's wall held firm, the ice thickening and spreading to reinforce itself. Akira narrowed his eyes, clearly impressed by Luka's resilience.

"You're pretty tough," Akira remarked, his voice serious for the first time in this fight. "But this isn't over yet."

The arena was now nothing more than a playground for destruction. The ground trembled, the air electric—an energy so raw and thick, it felt like the universe itself was holding its breath. The chaos was palpable, each breath carrying the scent of battle. It wasn't just a fight anymore. It was pure, unrestrained madness.

Akira's eyes were wild, veins bulging with an energy that felt like it could tear through the heavens. "You think your ice can stop me?" His voice was a low growl, thick with bloodlust.

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The ground cracked beneath his feet as crimson tendrils of blood shot out, snaking through the air in wild spirals. Each whip of blood crackled with power, the very air growing thicker, hotter. It wasn't just blood—it was the raw, undiluted essence of his fury, and the arena was nothing more than his canvas for destruction. The blood ripped through the air like it had a mind of its own, reshaping the world around them.

In an instant, monstrous shapes took form—serpents of blood, huge enough to swallow the sky itself. They hissed, their jaws snapping wide, the air itself burning with the heat of Akira's rage. His every step was a furnace, a fiery path of destruction that threatened to consume the entire arena.

"You're going to need more than that," Luka's voice sliced through the chaos, calm, too calm for what was about to happen. His eyes, like frozen daggers, never left Akira. He slammed his trident into the earth, and everything froze.

The temperature plummeted. Ice shot from the ground, spiralling into massive pillars, their jagged tips tearing through the air, scraping the heavens. Akira's blood burned hotter, but even it couldn't fight the cold. Luka's eyes glowed with the fury of a storm, a calm storm that would freeze the very heart of their battle.

"Ice Dragons!" Luka roared, and the sky cracked open.

From the depths of the frozen storm came dragons—massive, terrifying, their eyes burning with a deadly, frozen fire. Each one was as large as a skyscraper, their mouths spewing freezing hellfire that could freeze a soul before it had a chance to scream. They barrelled towards Akira, snapping their jaws with a deafening roar.

With a roar that split the earth, he hurled his blood serpent forward. The collision was brutal, a shockwave that threw the entire arena off its axis. The blood serpent tore through the dragons, its fangs cracking ice, sending shards flying like missiles of frozen doom. The two forces clashed with a sound that could only be described as the apocalypse itself.

Akira's grin was savage, the kind of grin a predator wears when it knows it's winning. His blood swirled, tightening around Luka's ice constructs like a vice. "This is just the beginning."

With a snap of his wrist, the serpent crushed through the ice, ripping apart the pillars and walls like they were nothing. The energy in the air was so thick it felt like the entire arena was about to burst into flames. It was a pressure too intense to even breathe.

But Luka was unshaken. His eyes narrowed, a cold, unrelenting storm brewing inside of him. "Ice Carnage."

The sky above them darkened, like the world itself had fallen into the grip of a void. Ice rained down from the storm, each shard larger than any mountain, each one aimed for Akira's chest.

But Akira wasn't even flinching.

"You think you can stop me with ice?"

"No but your head needs an ice pack. Maybe the explosion got to you."

"Shut up Duka." He muttered under his breath

Then, with a deafening roar, Akira raised his hand. Blood whipped around him, swirling in a deadly frenzy, and in an instant, it formed into a massive sword—an unholy weapon made from the very essence of his rage. The blade crackled with an energy so raw, so untamed.

He swung the blade with the fury of a thousand storms.

The blood blade collided with the ice storm, and the arena exploded. It wasn't just an attack—it was an annihilation. The blade cut through the sky like lightning, shattering ice, freezing everything in its path. But it wasn't enough. The storm still raged.

Luka's eyes widened in disbelief. "No!"

It was too late.

Akira's blade tore through the sky, cleaving reality in two. Ice exploded, shattered into a million pieces, but it couldn't withstand the sheer, primal fury of Akira's blood. The explosion was apocalyptic, a roar so deafening it felt like the world was tearing itself apart.

Time itself seemed to stretch and snap. The entire arena was in the grip of destruction, reality bending as if it were a piece of paper being torn in half. The ground cracked, splitting open, devouring the arena, the stands, the very air.

And then—silence.

A momentary, dreadful silence.

The arena lay in ruins, a wasteland of shattered ice and burning blood. The air was thick with the aftershocks of the battle. The very earth groaned in agony, split open by the battle. The sky above them was cracked, and the stars themselves seemed to recoil, as if they, too, were afraid of what they had just witnessed.

Akira stood tall, his body trembling, but his grin never faltered. His eyes were wild, glowing with an unquenchable madness.

"Now we're just getting started," he laughed.

Akira wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the crimson liquid evaporating before it even hit the ground. His grin hadn't faltered, if anything, it had grown wider. "I've got to hand it to you, ice boy. You've got bite."

Luka's gaze was icy, his breath visible in the freezing air. He planted his trident into the cracked ground, frost spreading from the point of contact, creeping outward like it was trying to reclaim the chaos. "And you talk too much." His voice was as cold as the void, a sharp contrast to the fire in Akira's tone.

Akira laughed, low and unhinged, like a man who had just discovered how much he loved destruction. "Oh, don't tell me you're getting tired. We were just starting to have fun."

Luka didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hand, and the air around him shifted. It wasn't just cold anymore—it was the kind of chill that settled deep into the bones, that made the world feel empty and silent. The frost around his trident surged upward, spiralling into a massive ice spear, jagged and razor-sharp.

Akira's eyes glinted, his blood flaring to life around him like an aura of pure chaos. His blood serpent coiled at his feet, still crackling with power, ready to strike. "Come on then, hit me with your best shot."

Luka didn't hesitate. The spear shot forward, faster than the eye could track, a blur of ice and death. It screamed through the air with enough force to split mountains, aimed directly at Akira's heart.

But Akira wasn't about to just stand there. With a roar, he thrust his arms forward, the blood around him surging like a tidal wave. The serpent snapped at the spear, its fangs colliding with the frozen weapon. The impact was immediate and devastating, the ground beneath them crumbling further as the clash sent another shockwave rippling through the air.

Luka's eyes narrowed. "Fine."

Before Akira could respond, the ice spear shattered—not from weakness, but by Luka's design. Each shard turned into a missile, a hundred jagged projectiles raining down on Akira from every angle.

Akira's grin widened. "Now that's more like it!"

His blood flared, creating a dome of swirling crimson around him. The shards slammed into the barrier, some melting instantly, others embedding themselves into the ground around him. But a few pierced through, cutting shallow gashes into his arms and shoulders.

Akira barely noticed. He stepped forward, his blood shifting and swirling around him like a living thing. "My turn."

The blood serpent surged upward, splitting into countless smaller snakes, each one darting through the air with terrifying speed. Luka's trident spun in his hands, creating a shield of ice that deflected the incoming attacks, but the force of it pushed him back, his feet sliding across the ground.

The two forces clashed again and again, neither one giving an inch. The air grew thicker with power, the ground trembling beneath their feet as the fight escalated.

Luka finally planted his trident into the ground, his eyes glowing with an icy light. "I'm ending this."

The frost around him surged, the air growing so cold it seemed to freeze time itself. Ice rose from the ground, forming into a massive glacier that towered above them both.

Akira's blood pulsed in response, his serpent growing larger, its eyes glowing with a dangerous light. He laughed, the sound echoing across the ruins of the arena. "Bring it on, frostbite."

And then they charged.

The glacier and the serpent collided, the impact so massive it felt like the world was ending all over again. The explosion of power was blinding, a mix of frost and blood spiraling into the air, twisting and turning like a living storm.

When the light finally faded, there was nothing left of the arena. Just two figures standing in the midst of the destruction, their breaths heavy, their bodies battered, but their spirits unbroken.

Akira cracked his neck, his grin still firmly in place. "That was a good warm-up."