The violent fighting spirit belonging to a lion descended, carrying a powerful wind pressure as a fist of light crashed down.
Ron did not move his feet; he raised his hand, seemingly slow yet actually fast, and threw a punch of his own.
Boom!!
After the clash of fists, the two figures quickly separated.
"Hey, hey, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Ron raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Loke with a half-smile.
"I rember you weren't this reckless before. Did your personality beco impatient after turning back into a lion?"
"It's not impatience, I just didn't want to lose too badly."
Hum——!!
As he spoke, golden magic power instantly erupted from within Loke.
He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and a blinding, intense light spread out from the center of the arena!!
"Lion Brilliance!!!"
"Ah, my eyes!!"
"This is too bright!!"
"Damn it, I can't see anything..."
"..."
A chorus of exclamations ca from the audience, countless people subconsciously covering their tearing eyes.
In the center of the intense light, Loke used the cover of the radiance to turn into a golden afterimage, appearing like a ghost in the blind spot directly behind Ron.
"Got you!"
Loke's eyes shot out sharp light, high-density magic power gathering on his right fist to form a huge golden lion phantom, which he smashed fiercely toward the center of Ron's back.
"Regulus Impact!!!"
This punch.
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
Just as the fist was about to touch the corner of Ron's clothes.
A calm voice pierced through the whistling wind, clearly reaching Loke's ears.
"A decent tactical feint, using the light to deprive of vision, then circling behind for a surprise attack."
"But... it's not enough."
What?!
Loke's pupils shrank sharply.
He saw Ron, who had his back turned, turn around, raise his hand, and throw a punch.
"Copy: Regulus Impact!!!"
An identical lion rushed out from Ron's fist.
As the two lions collided, a significant shockwave was imdiately stirred up.
Imdiately after, an irresistible force slamd into Loke.
"Ugh!!"
Loke let out a muffled grunt, his entire body like a kite with a broken string, flying backward at a speed faster than he had co.
After tumbling seven or eight tis, he only managed to steady himself by relying on the deep trenches his feet had carved into the ground.
"Hiss... what a nasty guy."
Loke shook his numb right hand and complained.
"To think you'd use my own moves against ."
At this mont, the intense light dissipated.
The audience opened their eyes to look, and Ron was still standing in the sa spot without moving his feet, not even a speck of dust on his cloak.
Ron looked at Loke in the distance, his eyes teasing.
"Loke, stop holding back; otherwise, I'm going to end this match."
"I'm not holding back; it's just that you're too much of a freak, okay!"
Loke took a deep breath, his elegant and noble temperant gradually disappearing, replaced by the wild radiance belonging to a lion.
"King's Light: Full Power!!!"
Boom boom boom!!!
Mobilizing all the magic power he could use in the Human World, Loke's entire body was instantly enveloped in golden flas, turning into a being of light.
"Ron! Take this!!"
Loke pressed his palms together, then pushed them out violently.
Countless raindrops of light transford into tangible lion claws, covering the sky and earth as they enveloped Ron.
"Lion King: Wild Dance!!!"
This was an indiscriminate area bombardnt!
Facing the overwhelming offensive, Ron took a step forward.
He stacked his hands together, and a white-gold magic circle suddenly unfolded.
"Light Make: Arrow of Holy Judgnt!!!"
Swish!
Swish swish!!
Swish swish swish!!!
Countless arrows of light shot out from the magic circle, precisely eting the lion claws.
The arena instantly turned into a world of light.
The two types of light collided, exploded, and annihilated each other in the air!
Intense shockwaves swept across the area, subsequently being blocked by the barrier that suddenly appeared in front of the front-row audience.
Tangible attacks could be blocked by the barriers made of runic text, but the light could not.
"Oh my god, I can't see anything, it's all light!!"
"I'm going to give the first match a bad review, refund my money!!!"
"Right, refund... wait, the match seems to be free to watch..."
"Although I can't see it, just by listening to the sounds, I know the two of them are fighting intensely!"
"..."
Amidst the crisscrossing light and shadows, the two turned into afterimages, trading blows fist to flesh.
Bang! Bang! Pow!
Ron's figure was like lightning, easily and effortlessly receiving all of Loke's attacks, while simultaneously returning them with a mix of punches and palms.
"It's about ti to end this, Loke."
"Huh?"
Loke, sowhat dazed, subconsciously raised his hands to defend, an extrely ominous premonition rising in his heart.
The next second.
Ron suddenly appeared beside Loke, and the surrounding space was instantly solidified by him.
He raised his right leg high, and dense light-elent magic power frantically gathered upon it.
"Loke, have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
Ron stared at the dumbfounded Loke, a grin full of mischief on his face.
"Watch this..."
His right leg traced a perfect arc in the air, sweeping out with the sound of a lion's roar.
"Leo Flying Kick!!!"
"Damn it!!!"
Upon hearing the na, the corners of Loke's mouth twitched wildly.
Although the na was very mischievous, it did not affect the power of this move in the slightest.
"I'll fight you to the end!!"
Realizing that he couldn't dodge at all, Loke said through gritted teeth.
"Look at my ultimate move—"
As he spoke, Loke decisively shouted loudly.
"I surrender!"
Screech——!!
A piercing screech of brakes exploded.
Ron's fully elentalized, flashing right leg stopped abruptly right in front of the tip of Loke's nose.
Boom!
The strong wind stirred up by the terrifying kinetic energy blew into his face, and Loke's already sowhat ssy blonde hair was blown backward, the muscles on his face trembling violently in the wind pressure.
He looked both comical and disheveled.
In the contestant waiting area, Natsu and the others were sowhat stunned.
"This... he surrendered?"
Erza crossed her arms and explained calmly.
"Just now, Ron solidified the space around Loke; unable to dodge, he had no choice but to take the attack head-on. In this situation, surrendering is the wisest choice."
"So that's it, no wonder Loke didn't even try to dodge just now!"
Unlike the professionals, the audience only knew that the winner had been decided.
Although they didn't see the specific details clearly, the intensity of the entire battle was unquestionable.
"Brilliant! Too brilliant!"
"Ron is amazing!!"
"That Loke is also quite strong, it's just that he was too bright..."
"Exactly, exactly, that's a bad review, after the whole battle, we only heard the sounds!"
"..."
Whether it was the victorious Ron or the defeated Loke, the audience gave them cheers and applause without hesitation.
In the center of the arena.
"Really boring."
Ron curled his lip with extre dissatisfaction, looking like he hadn't had enough.
"I had been planning this tactic since yesterday, and I even specially ca up with the nas for the moves, but you actually surrendered?"
"Huh?..."
What kind of talk is that? What is he saying?!
Loke's handso face twitched violently.
He pointed at his own nose, his voice rising an octave.
"You call this a tactic?!"
"Just how much free ti do you have to co up with such a mischievous tactic?!"
"What kind of 'feeling of being kicked at the speed of light', and that Leo Flying Kick..."
The more Loke spoke, the angrier he got; I can't beat him, but I can at least complain.
Turning into 'trash-talker mode', he imdiately sprayed spit all over Ron's face.
"This na is definitely targeting , right! It definitely is!"
"Is that even a flying kick?"
"That was clearly a sweep, okay! Can you show a little respect for the na, you bastard!"
"..."
Ron grabbed the incessantly ravings Loke with disgust.
"Off you go!"
Loke traced a parabola in the air, landing precisely in the waiting area.
"Finally, so peace and quiet!"
Ron clapped his hands, but had no intention of leaving the arena.
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