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"It's you," both voices cried out.

Draco stood on one side with Blum and Caeser, while on the other side was a familiar face—Damien, with his group of Royal Academy young men standing behind him.

What was surprising was that Damien's face didn't turn malicious, even though his eyes held a heavy killing intent.

He looked calm, but his eyes brimming with killing intent made him even more dangerous. He resembled a calm tiger, waiting for its prey to pass before descending upon it.

Draco's eyes also gleamed with killing intent, turning blood red as both enemies finally faced each other.

"I will make you grovel before me, before killing you," Damien said calmly, as if it were something he did every day.

Draco's eyes narrowed at Damien's arrogance.

"I wonder what charm you have or what you gave my sister that has her head over heels for you," Damien continued.

He was both shocked and enraged that his sister was chasing after Draco instead of Caeser. This realization only fueled his anger further.

If he and Draco weren't enemies, he might have considered Draco suitable. But now, with their enmity, he would never agree to such a relationship. For him, only Draco's death could put an end to this.

Damien knew how stubborn Rose could be, always doing what she wanted. The only way to separate her from Draco was for Draco to die.

Both locked eyes, and without any further words, they attacked each other with a punch. Shockwaves rippled through the surroundings, destroying nearby trees.

Those standing close to them quickly retreated. They knew this was a battle that had to be resolved between the two, and interfering would only be disruptive.

The crowd roared as the two clashed. The broadcast cameras focused solely on their battle. The killing intent between them made it clear that this was going to be a peak confrontation.

"How about we bet again?" the old man from the Royal Academy said.

"Ken, are you sure you want to bet again? I don't want problems," Tera snickered.

This old man, named Ken, was the Vice Chancellor of the Royal Academy. Despite his aged appearance, he was one of the hegemons of Calonia City.

"Hmph, are you scared, Tera? I'll bet a blueprint of a Heaven-Grade weapon," Ken snorted.

When Tera heard this, he chuckled. "Then I'll bet the Water Crown Herb and the Phoenix Herb."

Even though losing the bet wouldn't affect Tera personally, as the items weren't his property, it would still sting him that he couldn't use them.

Elder Ken also realized this and snickered. This was exactly why he proposed the bet—to gain the herbs back. The only thing he hoped for was that Damien wouldn't fail him. Losing would cost him a significant amount of treasure.

The Royal Academy and Damien's supporters roared for his victory. They made up more than eighty percent of the crowd in the arena. The remaining twenty percent supported Draco.

The Everett Clan was one of the hero-descendant clans. As for Draco, few knew him, so they expected Damien to defeat him.

Their clash continued as they exchanged hundreds of punches, countering each other's attacks.

"Hmph," Damien snorted as they separated, realizing they couldn't deal significant damage to one another.

"Fire Ball Technique!" Damien shouted, waving his hands. Multiple balls of flame formed in the air. The fireballs descended, aiming for Draco.

Draco moved, dodging the fireballs with monstrous speed. He flashed in and out of sight, disappearing and reappearing like teleportation.

This wasn't teleportation, though—Draco's speed was simply so fast that it created the illusion of him teleporting.

Damien knew this, but he was still surprised by Draco's raw speed.

The fireballs struck the ground and trees, burning the leaves, though the sturdy trunks remained intact.

As the battle drew closer to the center of the Small World, the ground and trees grew stronger, withstanding most of the attacks.

As for the Volkoid creatures in the surroundings, they fled in terror. Their instincts, far sharper than those of humans, sensed the immense danger and urged them to run for their lives.

Draco vanished, reappearing in front of Damien as he delivered a punch with his full strength. Damien noticed the force behind it as Draco's fist tore through the air.

Not underestimating the punch, Damien countered with his own full strength. However, he was slightly weaker, forced to take three steps back mid-air.

"Ice Age," Draco snorted. The surroundings turned chilly as frost spread rapidly, freezing everything in its path. Draco fused his intent with the skill, making it stronger and harder to break through.

Damien was frozen in place, his figure stiff as he was encased in a block of ice.

The entire crowd fell silent, holding their breath. Was it over? Had Damien been defeated so easily?

Draco wouldn't miss this opportunity. He punched forward, aiming to shatter the ice and end it while Damien was immobilized.

Suddenly, as Draco's fist neared Damien's frozen figure, Damien's hand moved, breaking free from the ice. He countered with a punch aimed at Draco.

The ice around him shattered completely as Damien dodged Draco's attack. But to his shock, his punch pierced through Draco's body—something felt unreal.

"Sh*t, it's an image," Damien roared internally. He quickly tried to sense Draco's position but failed.

Before he could react, something struck him, sending him flying through the air. He crashed to the ground with a forceful impact.

Damien stood up, unharmed, and they resumed their fight, exchanging fierce blows.

"Ice Age."

"Fireball."

"Fire Sword."
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"Wind Tempest."

The two clashed, unleashing their skills. Fire, wind, and ice remnants scattered across the surroundings, leaving destruction in their wake and scarring the forest.

Blum observed the fight carefully. He could tell that Draco wasn't using his full strength yet. Having fought Draco before, Blum was familiar with his abilities, and the memory of their battle was still fresh in his mind.

Hmph! Hmph!

Their battle escalated as they began a clash of intent, testing the mastery of their skills. Both Draco's and Damien's intent had reached level 9.

The crowd was stunned, though the elders weren't surprised—they knew their students' talents and expected nothing less.

Draco wielded sword intent as they fought, while Damien countered with spear intent. Sword and spear clashed repeatedly, neither giving an inch.

The battle reached its peak as they exchanged blows and basic skills, still evenly matched.

Damien's eyes narrowed. He had expected this outcome but was still surprised by how well Draco kept up with him.

Draco chuckled, recognizing that the fight was far from easy.

Breaking away from Damien, Draco summoned his Originat power. "Five Element Dragon Spell," he commanded.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

Five mighty dragon roars echoed across the battlefield as five life-like dragons materialized.

A red dragon, controlling and commanding fire Originat.

A green dragon, controlling and commanding wood Originat.

A brown dragon, controlling and commanding earth Originat.

A golden dragon, controlling and commanding metal Originat.

A blue dragon, controlling and commanding water Originat.

The five dragons soared above Draco, declaring their sovereignty and dominance.

Then, Damien did something that shocked everyone, leaving their eyes wide with disbelief.