"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 battle

the first battle ring, a male and

muscular and imposing. With a tight grip on his

and aggression, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind and the ominous rumble of thunder. His strikes left a

woman in red. Despite her small

a mere five feet two inches, she held an impressive weapon—a halberd about six to ten feet in

light as a feather in

the imposing blade

off on the battle ring, one with a staff and the

exchanged fiercely. Neither

an aggressive style, their fighting techniques were remarkably similar.

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

black had more combat experience. He incorporated tactics

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