The battle between the elven archer and me raged on in the plain sector, the audience on the edge of their seats, enthralled by the spectacle unfolding before them. Our movements were a dance of mana power and strategy, each of us pushing the other to the limits of our abilities.

As the elven archer regained her footing, her determination flared in her emerald eyes. She retrieved her fallen bow, determined not to go down without a fight. With a graceful motion, she drew an arrow, her fingers deftly nocking it to the bowstring.

I wasn't about to let up either. Channeling my mana prowess, I summoned water from the moisture in the air, creating a swirling vortex that encircled me. The water spiraled into a protective barrier, ready to deflect any incoming attacks. It was a testament to my adaptability, switching between elements as the situation demanded.

The elven archer released her arrow with a flourish. It was a thing of beauty, a precise shot guided by the wind. I reacted swiftly, conjuring a wall of earth to intercept the projectile. The arrow embedded itself into the earthen barrier, its kinetic energy absorbed by the solid mass.

Unfazed by her failed attempt, she swiftly transitioned to dark magic, shadows swirling around her fingers. A malevolent aura enveloped her next arrow, making it all the more threatening. She released it, and the arrow raced toward me with an eerie, shadowy trail.

I reacted by summoning a burst of wind magic to create a swirling vortex of air. The shadow-infused arrow pierced through the gust, causing the air to shudder and distort. But my mastery over the elements prevailed as the arrow disintegrated into harmless wisps of darkness.

The elven archer's relentless barrage continued. She utilized her wind magic to create a series of illusions, each mirroring her movements. It became increasingly challenging to discern her true position among the doppelgangers. I knew I had to rely on my instincts to predict her next move.

In response, I summoned my ice mana, creating ice constructs that mimicked her illusions. The battlefield became a chaotic dance of deception as our illusions clashed and dissipated. It was a mesmerizing display of elemental power and strategy, a true test of our wits and adaptability.

Selina Stellar’s P.O.V

I observed Fal's match as it raged on. His opponent displayed remarkable skill, and I felt the urge to rise from my seat in anticipation of the spectacle.

I had made the decision to attend the matches today due to the overwhelming hype I had heard about this year's candidates, and now I understood why with Fal was showing off like this.

Scanning the area, I noticed that the stands were filled with common people and students, but there was no sign of royalty.

It was only natural; they preferred to make their appearances during the important moments, like the final rounds.

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As I watched Fal's impressive performance, I couldn't help but admire his skill and grace in the arena. His movements were like poetry in motion, and it was clear that he was one of the standout candidates this year.

I couldn't help but wonder about the future of our kingdom with candidates like Fal. The potential for greatness and change was in the air, and I hoped that the royal family would recognize the talent and passion that these individuals possessed. It was a reminder that true leadership could come from unexpected places.

I also couldn't help but feel a sense of unity in the crowd. It didn't matter if you were a commoner or a student; we were all here to witness the rise of a new generation. The energy in the stands was electric, and I knew that this event would be remembered for years to come.

As Fal and the elven archer clashed the crowd's excitement continued to grow. The cheers and gasps of the spectators filled the air, creating a palpable atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

The elven archer's relentlessness was admirable. Her arrows, guided by the wind and infused with dark magic, were a testament to her skill and versatility. However, Fal's adaptability and control over various elements gave him a significant advantage. He seamlessly switched between earth, water, and wind to defend and counter her attacks.

The tide of the battle began to shift as Fal initiated a powerful counterattack. The elven archer had pushed her abilities to the limit, and her energy waned. With a calculated use of water magic, Fal created a torrent of rushing water that cascaded toward her, threatening to overpower her position.

The elven archer struggled to maintain her stance, her feet sinking into the waterlogged ground. The pressure of Fal's attack was relentless, and she found herself on the defensive, using her remaining wind magic to create a barrier of swirling air. The water and wind clashed in a tumultuous showdown, and it was clear that Fal had the upper hand.

With a final surge of elemental power, Fal unleashed a burst of wind that sent the elven archer tumbling to the ground. The force of the wind disrupted her balance, and she landed in the soft earth, her energy depleted.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Fal emerged victorious. The elven archer lay on the ground, her emerald eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and respect for her opponent. Fal's control over the elements had proven to be a decisive factor in the intense battle in the plain sector.

When the match concluded I saw Fal exciting the arena and I quickly made my way to him.

Hurrying through the bustling crowd, I finally caught up with Fal just outside the arena's entrance. He looked exhilarated but also fatigued from the intensity of the battle. When he noticed me, a tired but warm smile crossed his face.

"Selina," he said, "I appreciate your support. That was a challenging match, but I'm glad I came out on top."

I returned his smile and then suggested, "You know, Fal, since the final round won't be held for another two days, and you're all out of matches for now, how about taking a break? It might do you good to relax and recharge."

At first, Fal seemed hesitant, his competitive spirit likely urging him to stay focused on his training. But I knew that he needed some time to unwind. "We could go to the beach," I continued, trying to tempt him. "A day of sun, sand, and the soothing sound of waves. It could be the perfect way to clear your mind and come back even stronger for the final round."

I could see the internal struggle within him, but as he looked into my eyes, he finally gave in. "You make a good point, Selina. A day at the beach sounds quite tempting. Alright, let's do it."

I grinned and took his hand, feeling a sense of excitement. It was a chance for us to escape the pressures of the tournament, if only for a little while, and enjoy some well-deserved relaxation. With a new sense of purpose, we made our way towards the beach, ready to savor a day of respite under the warm sun.