"No... I do not think that will be allowed..."

Eishath shut down Samuel's proposal after she gave it some thought.

"That is against the rules..."

"But I believed the announcer said no-holds-barred." He answered.

Eishath expression went from one of awe to one of annoyance very quickly. This came from the culmination of her sorrow for not gaining the benefits of her sister, her inability to properly gauge the depths of her master's power, and finally the dichotomy of the man that seemed to flipflop so constantly. But this did not mar her 'disguised' beauty as her pretty pink lips puckered in a frown.

But Samuel being Samuel, could not catch it without his cheat.

"Master... Let me ask you a question if there were no actual rules. What would stop disciples from bringing in their master's treasures and trouncing everyone in question? It would no longer be a test of power and skill but a test of who has the deeper pockets."

She said indignantly.

"But isn't the gifts provided to their master also a form of power?" He asked.

"Master... Can I hit you?" Eishath asked.

She swore that he was being willfully obtuse and wanted to hit him.

"Sure. If it helps you on your immortal path."

Eishath could not hold it in. She poked his shoulder with her illusioned white horn. Not that it would anything his body might feel normal but she doubted even her hellfire was enough to do anything.

"Hehehe!" Elizabeth could no longer hold it as muted giggling came out of her mouth. Her voluminous chest and puffy hair both jiggled enticingly at the effort. Her mismatched eyes shut in the effort.

After that bout ended Eishath got very miffed and demanded she is let go of her usual routine. Samuel readily agreed unsure of her anger but willing to appease all the same.

In the end, nothing was resolved and Elizabeth went to her match practically blind... At least Eisath's words softened the hit to her pride and confidence that was about to happen...

So came the day of the match and excitement was at an all-time high. Elizabeth was also a part of this crowd.

The warnings she received the previous day were on her mind, but somewhere way in the back where it was not even good enough to be considered background noise.

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She was pumped when she approached the stage. The staff handling her was being prickly which she had come to expect and did not let it bother her. Over the last two weeks of events, her confidence in herself had been building and with a record with no losses, their dower attitude did not at all bring her mood down.

The early morning bell rang across the whole Colosseum and it heralded the start of the first round of fights. Streams of viewers filed themselves into the floating platforms enchanted to give a perfect view of any ongoing match. Elizabeth had amassed a small following herself, all of whom were sitting eager to see their favorite participant in the action.

30 minutes after the first bell the second bell was rung which signaled her to move to the arena of her first fight.

Her blood was pumping, she had an easy ride so far but expected this was where it would end. This was where she could display the true extent of her power.

A small chanting came from the crowd as she climbed the steps to the elevated platform where her opponent was standing there in wait for her.

Her adversary was an unassuming male she guessed to be around her age, he wore the usual outer sect robes with no flare to make it his own. Elizabeth herself had added red and blue accents on her robes to make them more hers. Heck, most of the opponents she fought till now that had any skill usually modified their robes or other garbs in some way.

At the center of the platform stood a judge and referee who would signal the start and end of the match. Like every other one she had met, he stood there like a statue.

Now that she was standing face to face it was time for the customary battle of words!

"Greetings! I-This disciple is a proud cauldron of Master Simon and she has received many gifts! To fight this disciple suggests is to fight a fraction of his great power! This disciple suggests fellow brother bow out before he makes a fool of himself."

Something she had found out after her visit to the 'den of cauldrons' was those cauldrons were looked down upon in the sect and that was why her interactions with other disciples felt so bad. With the blessing of her master, instead of shying away, she leaned into it and from the continual support from two people... one and a half people now. She would own it.

Her opponent just snorted before folding his arms. He still stood there silently without any witty comeback.

Elizabeth pouted at that, which scrunched up her kissable plump lips and plush cheeks that were usually shaped in a perfect heart. After she entered the immortal path her beauty only increased. A part of the reason why she was so well-liked by the masses was because of her very generous assets and beautiful features.

Figuring she would get her wish, she just stood there also arms folded under her large chest which only pushed them out further emphasizing their enormity. She was walking fanservice.

After five minutes the third and final bell rang and the judge shouted.

"Start!"

After which he leaped off the platform to not interfere in the fight.

Elizabeth wasted no time and created a massive fireball in her hands, she focused on channeling the essence in her essence circuits into her hands and transforming it into a raging ball of fire. Her right yellow-red eye glowed as she shouted.

"[Fireball]!"

She chucked the ball football-sized ball of flame at her opponent who still stood looking at her with a look of contempt.

Well, that would not last long as the projectile made direct contact and exploded in a whirl of heat and force engulfing that entire chunk of the arena in the fire.

She raised her fists ready for a counter-attack. That attack was too straightforward and she only thought to use it because of the distance between them.

Most who took it head-on usually had some sort of defensive technique.

"Your back is very open."

Those were the last words she heard before oblivion took her.