Julian and Myra stood opposite one another. The two stared at each other. There was no need for words.

Myra stretched her hand forward. The temperature rose. A small, orange-looking ball of flame formed on the tip of her right index finger. The flame expanded into a large ball of flames that blotted out the skies. It was as if a sun was blazing over the arena.

Terrifying, many thought. Her small figure seemed so mighty in the hearts of several in the audience.

Julian was not idle either. Tendrils of darkness swept outwards from his feet. The tendrils appeared above him. They merged into an extremely colossal blanket that blotted out the skies.

The flame ball, akin to a burning sun, and the blanket of darkness shot towards one another. In a moment, they collided. Shockwaves spread outwards. Orange light and darkness spilled everywhere. Eventually, the two attacks seemed to have consumed one another, extinguished.

A trace of shock flashed through the eyes of several in the audience. Julian, a new Rank 3 novice-stage transcendent, really managed to clash equally with Myra, someone who had been at the Rank 3 novice-stage transcendent level for a longer period? How was this possible?

A trace of shock flashed through Mira’s eyes. It seemed she had to go all out. Her hands traced into an arc. A large sword formed from flames appeared in her hands. At the same time, Julian was not silent. Tendrils of darkness materialized into a broadsword in his right hand, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

Several widened their eyes. These two wanted to engage in combat with weapons generated from their principles.

Everyone knew that at the transcendent level, all transcendents had the same physical strength because transcendent physiques never evolved. An expert-stage transcendent and a novice-stage transcendent had the same physical strength. What made a difference was principle comprehension, which determined ranks at the transcendent level. It meant that in this clash, the one who would emerge the winner would be the one with deeper principle comprehension.

The power of the weapons each held in their hands was formed from their principles. The outcome would be decided by whose principle attacks would be more powerful, not by physical strength. This was always the case with transcendent battles.

At this moment, Julian and Myra both disappeared from their spots. The flame sword and the broadsword formed from corrosive darkness clashed into one another. The two opponents were like lines darting in and out of the arena. The sounds of their collision rang over and over again.

Myra launched an attack with her flame sword over and over again. However, the Tenebrous broadsword countered it over and over again. Whenever Julian tried to find an opening with the Tenebrous broadsword, Myra would counter the attack with her flame sword.

This exchange shocked many. The outcome of this battle had become unpredictable. Was Julian Seir so strong? How was he able to match the strength of someone who had been at the Rank 3 novice-stage transcendent level for longer than he had?

Myra herself was surprised. She had a high principle comprehension speed, too. She had naturally been at the Rank 3 novice-stage transcendent level longer than Julian. Even though he had a high principle comprehension speed, he was not supposed to be so fast as to have caught up to her, right? Just what kind of monster was this fellow?

She abruptly separated herself from Julian. The flame sword transformed into a large flame whip in her hands. She launched the large flame whip towards Julian. Julian avoided the attack. He waved his hand; the broadsword-formed darkness materialized into a very large whip that launched towards the approaching attacks. The two whips intertwined and erased each other out of existence.

A glint of seriousness flashed through Julian’s eyes as he floated further into the air. His figure teemed with darkness. An extremely large foot formed from darkness appeared and overlapped with Julian’s right leg, blotting out everything.

Myra felt the threat pulsing from the ominous leg looming above. Julian crushed down, the large Tenebrous leg slamming towards Myra. Naturally, she was not idle. Several flames whirled around her figure, forming a very large flame canoe above her left hand.

The flame canoe, which had a pool of whirlwind made of flames spiraling at its center, shot towards the ominous leg formed from darkness slamming down towards her.

The audience saw Julian descending on Myra with the large Tenebrous leg formed from darkness overlapping his small leg, and Myra with the flame canoe, with a whirlwind of flames at its center above her left hand, shooting towards Julian’s attack.

Whose principle attack was more powerful? Everyone knew that these two attacks would most likely determine the outcome of the battle.

Eventually, the two attacks met. For a moment, everything seemed silent. Dark and orange resplendent light spilled everywhere as the Tenebrous leg and the flame canoe, with a whirlwind of flames spinning in its center, slammed into one another.

For a moment, the whirlwind-spinning flame canoe seemed to consume the large leg formed from darkness. Many sighed. As expected; Julian had really put up a good fight. However, he was still not a match for Myra.

The higher-ups who sided with Flysparrow’s thoughts on who would win stared in Dawnseer’s direction. Could she still be so smug now? Naturally, they were envious she had become close to the Mayor. They would naturally feel happy if her representative was defeated. It would give them a lot of satisfaction.

But Dawnseer was still calm. She seemed carefree.

Their gazes returned to the clash between the two a moment later. What they saw shocked them and made their faces flush with embarrassment. As for Flysparrow, he wanted to find a hole to crawl into. Had he not been bragging earlier to the Mayor confidently that his representative would win?

On the fighting platform, everyone observed as the canoe of flames, with a flame whirlwind spinning at its center, was slammed through and snuffed out by the Tenebrous eerie leg. The Tenebrous leg proceeded, almost slamming into Myra’s figure.

Her earlier confidence had been replaced solely with fear as she shouted, "I admit defeat!"

Julian’s attack vanished as if it had never been there. He chose to spare his opponent after she admitted defeat. He didn’t see the need to kill someone he did not have any grudge with.

He calmly stepped on the fighting platform, giving Myra—who was still in shock at her defeat, but recovered a moment later—a nod. Mira nodded back and sent him a thought transmission.

"Thank you."

Julian could have killed her, but he spared her instead. Julian simply nodded and returned to his seat.

The arena emerged into an uproar. What a phenomenal, suspenseful battle with an unexpected outcome. Myra had fought well, but Julian Seir was a monster.