Disgrace
Lucavion stepped fully into the arena, the wave of noise crashing over him, a mixture of cheers, gasps, and the low murmurs of those eagerly anticipating the clash. He was well aware that his fight had drawn attention—perhaps one of the most awaited matchups of this round. The crowd's anticipation was a living thing, buzzing and crackling in the air around him, but his focus remained unwavering.
His gaze sharpened as his opponent emerged from the opposite gate. A young woman, draped in the unmistakable blue robes of the Cloud Heavens Sect, stepped into the arena with a poised, deliberate grace. Her hair was pulled back tightly, accentuating her sharp, focused expression.
A faint aura of chilled blue light surrounded her, hinting at her skill with water or ice-based mana, the preferred elements of her sect.
'Indeed, for someone to be the one that can advance into the top 32, her strength is indeed not a joke.'