Veylan vs Georgina
While Arthur clashed against summoned beasts and torrents of water, a different kind of storm raged nearby.
Veylan's breath came out in frosty puffs, his sword glowing faintly with pale-blue mana.
Across from him stood Georgina, fists clenched, her gauntlets humming with green sound-type mana. Her body was coated in an aura that rippled like vibrating air — sharp, tense, alive.
Neither said a word.
They charged.
CLANG!
Fist met blade. The force echoed like a bell across the field.
Their fight was brutal — no beasts, no flashy spells. Just raw elemental combat.
Georgina feinted left, then spun.
"Haaa!"
Her leg whipped out in a savage side kick, air cracking around her foot.
Veylan barely managed to block with the flat of his sword — even then, the force slid him several feet back through the dirt.
Before he could steady himself—
BAM!
Georgina stepped in and slammed a fist toward his face.
But Veylan dipped low at the last moment, ducking under it, and swept his leg across the ground.
"Too slow."
Georgina jumped mid-sweep, flipping backward, and while upside-down, thrust both fists into the air—
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Ten air blades shot out from compressed soundwaves, slicing toward Veylan like invisible razors.
Veylan spun his sword in a defensive arc.
CLANG–CLANG–CLANG!
He deflected each blade midair with surgical precision, his expression unreadable.
But Georgina was already close again.
THWACK!
A heavy blow struck his shoulder. His body jolted — that one landed clean.
Veylan stumbled—but not far.
He slid back, dug his sword into the ground, and exhaled.
His mana surged. The air grew colder.
"Cryo Style: Freezing Edge."
His sword shimmered, frost racing along its edge. The ground beneath him cracked, rimmed with frost.
He dashed forward.
Too fast.
His blade moved in a blur — six strikes in two seconds, arcing toward Georgina's side, then high, then low.
She blocked the first, dodged the second — but couldn't react in time to the last.
CRACK!
Frost bloomed across her arm and shoulder, slowing her movements.
Veylan's eyes narrowed.
He vanished in a blur.
"A-Rank Skill: Ice Step Mirage."
His footwork became impossible to follow — afterimages danced around Georgina like ghosts, each one poised to strike.
But Georgina's eyes narrowed.
She wasn't following his body.
She was reading his mind.
Her unique skill activated — a subtle power allowing her to catch intention, not just motion.
There.
She ducked low — just before the real Veylan struck.
Her foot twisted, then—
"HURGH!"
Front kick, straight to the face.
But—
SWISH!
Veylan tilted his head to the side, just enough to dodge.
The kick passed inches from his cheek, slicing the air.
Both fighters landed, breathing hard, ice and green energy crackling around them.
They stood just a few meters apart, locked eyes.
A smirk formed on Georgina's lips
"He is reading my movements."
Veylan wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, calm and focused.
"She is reading my mind."
They both stepped forward—
The crowd's cheers faded.
A chilling silence fell over the battlefield.
Veylan exhaled slowly, steam curling from his lips. His eyes, usually calm and composed, now burned cold with focused intent.
"Enough warming up."
His aura surged. Pale-blue mana exploded from his body.
The Extreme Yin Sword Physique awoke fully — and with it, the temperature plummeted.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK!
The grass died. The dirt froze. A wave of frost swept outward from his boots, turning the entire field into a frozen wasteland.
Even the air shimmered with thin lines of frost. Snowflakes began to fall.
Georgina flinched, breath fogging. Her boots slid slightly as the frost crept underfoot.
"He froze everything in seconds…"
She tried to push deeper into his thoughts — to find the rhythm of his next movement.
But what she sensed was—
Nothing.
No surface thoughts. No hesitation. No emotion.
Just stillness.
"It's like… staring into a frozen lake… endless and empty."
Her head throbbed. Her temples pulsed.
"Tch—Focus!"
She dashed forward anyway, fists glowing with green sound mana.
Left jab. Elbow. Roundhouse.
All aimed for weak spots.
But Veylan didn't move from his stance.
CLANG! CLANG! SLASH!
He deflected every hit effortlessly, his sword flowing like water over ice — not even wasting strength. Each time her gauntlet struck, his blade redirected, turned, or cut between.
Then—
A shallow slice across her leg.
Another across her ribs.
A third across her arm.
Precise. Controlled. Clean.
Blood misted into the icy air.
Georgina staggered back, panting.
Her mind throbbed with pain. She tried to press into his thoughts again—
Only for her own thoughts to splinter.
"Too cold… his focus is absolute… my power… it's backfiring—"
She fell to one knee, shaking her head.
Veylan walked forward.
No anger. No gloating.
Just the same frozen calm.
He raised his sword, his aura spiraling upward.
His blade lit up with ice crystals, pulsing with power.
"A-Rank Skill: Frozen Domain Sever."
He slashed — the air itself split.
A massive arc of ice tore across the field, carving a trench of frozen earth. Georgina crossed her arms and blocked, but the force hurled her back dozens of meters.
Her gauntlets cracked.
Her arms bled.
She tried to stand—her vision blurred.
Veylan's body shimmered again.
His second and final A-rank technique.
"Ice Step Mirage — True Form."
He vanished.
Not just speed — a complete disappearance into frost.
He reappeared beside her. Above her. Behind her.
Each swing left thin trails of frost in the air — and Georgina couldn't even raise her arms in time.
SLASH—SLASH—THWACK!
She collapsed to the ground, sword pressed to her throat before she could rise.
Her body trembled, not from fear—but from cold.
And defeat.
Veylan stood over her, chest rising with effort.
"I told you…" he muttered, voice low.
"Don't try to read a frozen heart."
............….
Amid the roars of battle, the most casual fight of the arena was the one drawing the most whispers.
A boy stood on the white-stone battlefield, hands in his pockets, smiling faintly.
His uniform was spotless. Not a single cut on him.
Opposite him, Eleric knelt on one knee, gasping for breath, body scorched and bruised.
"Still standing?" Elias asked, voice calm and smooth. "Stamina's not your thing, huh?"
Eleric gritted his teeth. He was a capable mage — fast, skilled, and backed by a unique skill that let him slip through strikes like mist ten times per battle.
He'd used it ten times.
And it had failed ten times.
Elias hadn't missed.
Not once.
It was like… Elias already knew where he'd blink to before he did.
"You're reading the fight like a book… how?"
Elias tilted his head, stretching his arms.
"Let's say… I've read this book before."yes he said it in his mind
⸻
He wasn't of this world — not truly.
A transmigrator.
Someone who once lived elsewhere. Who woke up inside the body of Elias Vael Elydrion, the infamous 5th prince — a villain-in-training, a background pawn, destined to be kidnapped and broken by the true villain long before this tournament ever happened.
But not this time.
Because Elias was no longer the prince they remembered.
He was a man reborn.
And he had brought a weapon with him—
A skill from beyond this world.
[Unique Skill: Space Cut]
A technique that let him slice across dimensions, breaking space itself to strike his opponent — regardless of distance, defense, or speed.
Three times a day.
He hadn't used it yet.
He didn't need to.
⸻
Eleric roared in desperation, pouring all his mana into the sky.
"You're not unbeatable!"
Lightning formed above him, spiraling into a massive crackling storm. Two A-rank spells fused — Skyfall Barrage and Storm Cage.
Thousands of bolts surged down in a focused net of destruction.
CRACK—BOOM—BOOM—
Elias didn't flinch.
He raised his sword.
A-Rank Skill: Star Mirror Guard.
A radiant shield of mirrored magic unfolded around him, absorbing the lightning, reflecting mana pulses into the ground harmlessly.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—
Smoke and dust exploded everywhere. Even the judges squinted.
When the clouds cleared—
Elias stood untouched.
His cloak flapped gently. His sword glowed faintly.
Eleric collapsed to one knee, eyes wide.
"Why… why are you this strong…?"
Elias finally stepped forward.
His aura changed. Just a little.
The air distorted.
The space around his blade cracked.
Just one step closer — and Eleric froze in fear.
Elias raised his sword.
But he didn't swing.
He smiled instead.
"Don't worry. I won't use that on you. You're not worth a Space Cut."
Eleric passed out before Elias even moved.
⸻
Winner: Elias Vael Elydrion
The crowd was silent.
the name Elydrion echoed in their bones.
And slowly — very slowly — they began to understand:
The 5th Prince is not forgotten. He was hidden.
And now?
He's here to rule.