"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.

fixed on the first

battle ring, a male and female martial artist

With a tight grip on his long shadowsteel staff,

gust of wind and the ominous rumble of thunder. His strikes left a lasting

red. Despite her small stature, she unexpectedly

an impressive weapon—a halberd about six

it seemed as light as a feather in

command over the imposing

battle ring, one with a staff and the other wielding a

flying and blows exchanged fiercely. Neither seemed

techniques were remarkably similar. They fought without holding back, and each strike landed with

displayed surprising strength, and she

man in black had more combat

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