Godslayer's Legacy: THE PATH TO SUPREMACY

The Final Match: Rui vs. Amara Velare

The arena was filled with a cacophony of cheers, the roaring crowd eager to witness the final match. Rui stood at one end of the circular battlefield, his silver mana calm and steady, faintly shimmering like the light of a cold star. On the opposite side stood Amara Velare, her crimson aura blazing with fierce intensity, crackling like a firestorm barely contained.

Amara's presence was undeniable. Her earlier matches had been a testament to her skill, speed and her strikes being calculated yet brutal, dominating her opponents. But this was Rui Kirean—his overwhelming victories had left little doubt in anyone's mind, that he was a force unlike any other.

"Don't hold back," Amara called out, her voice cutting through the noise. Her fiery eyes burned with determination. "I want to see the strength everyone keeps whispering about."

Rui nodded, his silver eyes locking onto hers. "Then you'll see it."

The signal rang out, and Amara charged first.

Her speed was blinding, her crimson aura trailing behind her like a comet. Rui braced himself, raising his arms to block the incoming strike. Amara's fist connected with a resounding crack, her fiery mana flaring against Rui's silver defense. The impact forced Rui back a step, the sand beneath his feet scattering.

Rui's brow furrowed slightly. "She's stronger than I expected."

He retaliated with a quick jab, silver mana condensing around his fist. The punch landed squarely on Amara's shoulder, a solid hit that sent a visible ripple through her aura—but she didn't budge. Instead, she twisted, using the momentum of Rui's strike to spin into a devastating roundhouse kick. Rui barely dodged, not expecting an instant counter, the air around him hissing as her mana-enhanced attack grazed his side.

The crowd roars.

"You can hit harder than that," Amara taunted, a small grin tugging at her lips.

Rui's lips tightened. Fine, he thought.

Rui surged forward, his silver aura intensifying. Mana flowed into his legs, propelling him with explosive speed as he closed the distance. His next strike was a straight punch aimed at Amara's center, glowing with dense, tempered mana.

Amara didn't dodge. She took the punch head-on, confident in her resilience, her aura flaring wildly as the shockwave reverberated through the arena. The ground beneath them cracked from the force, dust and sand rising in a swirling cloud.

Rui's eyes widened. "She took it? What sort of physique does she have?"

Rival of Amara's: "Tch, Velare's just as annoying as ever. But I'll admit, she's earned her place in the top three after this. Nobody else could've taken that punch and stayed standing."

Amara gritted her teeth, her knees buckling slightly but holding. "That all you've got?"

For the first time, Rui felt the stirrings of something unfamiliar, this wasn't supposed to happen—a hint of challenge? He exhaled slowly, allowing more mana to flow through him.

Rui's silver mana surged, higher, and higher, condensing around his body in a visible shell of power.

The crowd hushed as Rui's next attack began to build. He stepped forward, his movements deliberate, his mana resonating with a low hum that grew into a deep, resonant pulse. Each step left a faint indent in the sand, leaving cracks in the foundation, the sheer weight of his presence pressing down on the arena.

One of the Professors: "The arena can withstand any attack from a mere student, correct?"

Unknown Person: "He is a special case, might need to give him a visit-, hoho wait, this will be fun to watch"

"Lets try infusing a bit more then"

When Rui struck, it was as if the air itself buckled.

His punch cut through the space between them, a devastating blow aimed at Amara's midsection. She managed to block with both arms, her crimson aura flaring like a shield, but the impact sent her skidding backward across the arena and then into the wall. The ground cracked beneath her heels, and a sharp, thunderous boom echoed through the stadium, creating a visible shockwave.

The crowd erupted into gasps and cheers.

Amara steadied herself, breathing heavily. Her aura flickered but did not wane. "That's more like it," she said, her voice strained but defiant.

Rui didn't respond. He couldn't afford to. He was pouring more mana into his strikes than he had in any match before in his life, and the strain was beginning to take its toll. His breathing grew heavier, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on his brow. He knew he couldn't maintain this level of output for long—not without consequences.

"Is she even human? Her toughness is un-natural, but I kind of like this"

Amara charged again, her attacks relentless. She ducked under Rui's next punch, aiming a fiery uppercut at his chest. Rui twisted, dodging the strike, but she followed up with a spinning kick that caught his side. His silver aura absorbed most of the blow, but the force still staggered him.

Rui planted his feet, breaking the floor beneath him, exhaling sharply. Enough playing defense. Time to get serious.

He gathered his mana, his silver aura condensing into his legs and arms, making each movement faster, sharper, and heavier. Amara barely had time to react as Rui unleashed a flurry of strikes—each blow a thunderous explosion of power. She blocked and dodged as best as she could, her aura flaring with every hit, but Rui's strength and speed was overwhelming.

"This isn't working fast enough, I need to end this now."

The crowd held its breath as Rui gathered every ounce of mana left in his reserves. His silver aura spiraled wildly, condensing into his legs as he prepared for the final strike. The weight of his power was palpable, pressing down on the arena like a storm about to break.

Rui leapt—a horizontal blur of silver light slicing through the air, making jet-like sound. His body moved with an explosive speed that seemed to defy the limits of flesh and bone. Every muscle in his legs burned with the strain of channeling so much mana, but he ignored the searing pain.

In midair, he redirected all his remaining energy into his arm, his silver mana condensing around his fist like a blazing star. The sheer density of mana cracked the air around him, a deafening hum resonating through the arena. His body screamed in protest, his bones creaking under the pressure, but Rui didn't falter.

As his fist connected with Amara's aura, the resulting impact shattered the ground beneath them. A shockwave erupted outward, sending a wave of dust and debris across the arena. Rui felt a sharp, blinding pain shoot through his arm as the bone fractured under the sheer force of his strike. His vision blurred momentarily, but he refused to relent, pushing through the agony to deliver a blow unlike anything the audience—or Amara—had ever seen. Wasn't this a fight between 2 first years?

Amara's aura cracked and buckled under the force, the crimson flames flickering wildly as she was sent hurtling backward, skidding across the fractured ground. The air was heavy with silence, the crowd too stunned to cheer as the dust began to settle.

Rui landed hard, his legs giving out beneath him as he collapsed to one knee. His right arm hung limply at his side, the pain radiating through his entire body like a dull, relentless drumbeat. Blood seeped from his knuckles, his fractured bone visible beneath torn skin.

Through labored breaths, he looked up at Amara, who was struggling to rise. Her aura was dim, her body battered, but her fiery eyes still burned with defiance.

Rui managed a weak smile. "That's… all I've got."

Amara, on the ground, finally let out a strained breath. "I… yield," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, the sound washing over Rui like a distant echo. His body felt heavy, his mana reserves completely drained. He had won, but at a cost he hadn't anticipated. As he lowered his gaze to his shattered arm, the faint flicker of his silver aura danced weakly, a reminder of the price of pushing beyond his limits.

When the dust settled, Amara was back on one knee, her aura dim and flickering. She looked up at Rui, her breathing ragged but her eyes still burning with defiance.

"I… yield," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rui stood over her, his silver aura flickering weakly now. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. But inside, he felt the strain—his limbs heavy, his mana reserves dangerously low. His vision blurred slightly, and he staggered as he walked back toward the edge of the arena.

The announcer's voice boomed across the stadium. "The winner: Rui Kirean!"

The cheers grew louder, but Rui barely registered them. As he left the arena, his legs gave out, and he dropped to one knee. A sharp pain shot through his chest—a side effect of pushing his tempered mana too far.

Ser Alden was at his side in an instant, steadying him. "Easy, my lord. You've done more than enough."

Rui nodded weakly, his silver eyes dim but determined. He had won, but the battle had taught him an important lesson—his strength, while overwhelming, was not limitless. He would need to learn control, precision, and endurance if he hoped to keep pushing forward.

As he was led away, the roar of the crowd still echoing behind him, Rui felt a flicker of pride tempered by resolve. This was only the beginning.