"I'm going with Ms. Wesley's choice—Number 6 in the first battle ring." Dustin wrote on a slip of paper before tossing it into the designated bowl.

"Okay, good luck!" Abigail smiled and shouted, "Come and place your bets! The tournament is about to begin!"

The martial artists nearby were eager to participate, yet not a single one dared place a bet.

Their hesitation stemmed from uncertainty about the legitimacy of the betting pool. They questioned whether the Mystic Arts Order would truly honor double payouts if they won.

So, they held back and waited for the outcome of Dustin and the others' initial bets. Only after seeing the result did they contemplate joining the action.

"Alright, the tournament has begun, so betting is officially closed. Let's all sit tight and await the results." Abigail signaled the end of the betting phase with a sweeping gesture.

Soon, all eyes returned to the battle rings.

At that moment, all eight battle rings burst into action simultaneously as sixteen participants engaged in fierce combat.

remained fixed on the first

the first battle ring, a male and female martial artist faced each

was muscular and imposing. With a tight grip on his long shadowsteel staff, he effortlessly executed the Night Shade

his raw power and aggression, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind and the ominous rumble of thunder. His strikes left a lasting impression on

stood a woman in red. Despite her small stature,

she held an impressive weapon—a

was undeniable. However, it seemed as light as a feather in her hands as

imposing blade left

squared off on the battle ring, one with a staff and the other wielding a

blows exchanged fiercely. Neither seemed to gain the upper hand as

style, their fighting techniques were remarkably similar. They fought without holding back, and

in red displayed surprising strength, and she gained a slight edge in

had more combat

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