Elizabeth's palm mashed into the abdomen of her opponent which was as tough as stone and under normal circumstances her hand would be severely injured if not completely shattered. But this was not a normal situation and she was not a normal disciple. Upon the contact, she unleashed a very easy-to-learn but effective skill. Her master called it [explosive palm] and she shouted the same.

"[Explosive palm]!" she shouted, which helped visualize the effect in her head allowing for a more rapid channeling of the essence. Fire essence coalesced inside her palm and burst out as force and heat.

The force of her attack knocked her back a couple of steps but outside from the small numbness of the recoil she was completely fine.

Her opponent, however, was not so lucky.

The female earth and metal essence cultivator had boasted her [Indestructible vessel] cultivation technique as though it were an immovable object. Well, if her adversary was unmovable then she was unstoppable, and from the pained look on her armored face, it was clear who was more powerful.

But a single attack was not enough to stop someone whose whole ideology was 'the best defense is the best offense'.

The giant of a woman spat a mouthful of blood before lunging at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth backpaddled trying to get out of reach but she misjudged the agility of her opponent and got grappled into a crushing hug by a woman who currently had stone for skin. Grabbing the fleshy soft body her opponent did the most sensible option and squeezed, hard.

Elizabeth almost immediately screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt her getting snapped like a twig losing all ability to think at the moment. The wail was sharp and confused the other fighter but she did not release her prey from it's iron grip.

What she did not realize, maybe because of the layer of earth and metal essence on the skin was that Elizabeth's body was rapidly heating up and cooling down at the same time.

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As she noticed Elizabeth's eyes rolling into the back of her skull solidifying her victory, the twin star mythic destiny snapped and ejected a 'small' portion of its power.

This ejection came in the form of a massive explosion that threw the grappling cultivator off her and many feet away. It did not stop there as that was followed by a massive snap freeze all around her, encasing the other disciple in ice and completely incapacitating her in a single move.

"Round over! Win goes to Elizabeth!" The crowd in the stands cheered. After all, how she had won was incredibly flashy, which was very good for a crowd.

Samuel, however, was mildly disappointed in the showing.

The blame was not on Elizabeth, of course, and he was still proud of his disciple for gaining the victory. In the real world, the process mattered less than the end product and she had delivered. But this showing reinforced the fact that she relied too much on her innate power and had little to no combat finesse. As it was Samuel believed her streak of wins would end pretty soon.

Elizabeth was powerful in the outer sect, but she was not at the pinnacle and it was only a matter of time before she faced someone she could brute force through. However, even if she was not at the top, her power was undeniable and she was making a big splash.

Samuel was proud that his disciple had come so far in so little time.

On the other hand, Eishath needed little if any combat training, her combat prowess downright astonished him, and unlike Elizabeth, she suffered the opposite problem. She used too little of strength in combat, and while it was a good strategy to keep your abilities hidden when it could lead to lasting injury and outright loss, it became a problem.

However, her skill was so good that he genuinely felt he could learn something from it so much so that he made a mental note to analyze more fights to gain more insight.

Surprisingly both had events on the same day and Samuel had to use soul sight to keep track of both of them and a couple of other fights that felt notable. Mize was particularly interesting because her combat style lacked any form of finesse and was wild and unpredictable and yet in that madness, there was a sort of pattern, a divine will. Samuel immediately dismissed the idea, a foundation realm was four stages too early to gain the power of a divine will but her fight was fascinating nonetheless.

As the tournament went on in full swing he was rapidly taking notes and formulating a plan for both of his disciples with the one thing he was very good at, cultivation.