An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

The second round of matches soon began. Fights were underway simultaneously across the eight battle rings.

Among the audience sections, Abigail's side was undeniably the liveliest. Nearly a hundred people gathered around a large table, with most of them having already placed their bets.

As the matches commenced, the excitement among the spectators eclipsed even that of the contenders in the battle ring.

The venue reverberated with cheers and chants, with each successive wave amplifying the intensity.

The crowd who had placed their bets passionately cheered for their selected fighters. Their shouts reverberated through the air, echoing at the top of their lungs.

As the matches progressed, it became evident that the stakes were much higher than mere entertainment.

It was all about personal gain now. Victory promised a hefty haul of celestial stones, while defeat spelled utter loss and disappointment.

Given the high stakes involved, it was no surprise that emotions ran so high. As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

victors, which led to jubilation and

the same environment, the emotions among the

Attack! Keep pushing forward. Don't give your opponent a chance to catch his breath!" Miles bellowed enthusiastically from

with adrenaline, and his entire being pulsated

caught up in the excitement. Her cheeks were flushed as

on contestant number 68

he wielded

man in his 30s armed with a broadsword, and he followed

made it

its power and weight, the

strength, only a few would choose such

ax was used against lighter, more agile weapons. But fate had it that the

and strength than his opponent. Therefore, as the fight progressed, he quickly gained the upper hand,