Two competitors stepped into the arena.
One of them held a spear crackling with lightning, and another one carried a long sword burning with fla.
They stopped a few ters from the twins, eyes sharp, scanning the twins.
Rynar smirked and rested his fists on his hips.
"Only you two? Co on, don’t tell that’s it."
Rynor laughed beside him.
"Yeah, at least bring a few more. We don’t want to finish this in ten seconds."
The two Revalis youngsters frowned as their pride was looked down on.
"Arrogant... you think both of you can fight more of us that easily..."
Rynar tilted his head, smiling.
"Please. We’re not being arrogant. We’re just saving ti. You’ll understand when the match starts, so... add more!"
The spear user frowned and soon pointed his weapon at the twins.
"You talk too much. Let’s just see if your mouth moves faster than your fists."
Before the fight could start, one of the elders leaned toward the patriarch, smirking.
"Patriarch Raviel, this is too one-sided. Let more of them join and end this quickly."
Raviel smiled faintly and waved his hand.
"Then let them co. If the twins want a challenge, we’ll give them one."
The announcer cleared his throat and announced it loudly.
"Very well! Four more participants, step forward!"
Gasps spread through the stands as four more cultivators jumped down from the waiting area.
Two of them were wielding axes, one with a tal stick, and another with dual daggers.
Now, the twins were facing six opponents, who were circling them like a pack of beasts.
Rynor whistled softly, stretching his legs.
"Now this one looked even better and more interesting than before."
Rynar rolled his shoulders, smirking.
"Six on two. Sounds quite far, seeing that we’re just too strong for them."
The stick user scoffed, hearing their words.
"You’re insane if you’re thinking you can handle us at the sa ti."
Rynor grinned and lifted his gauntlet.
"We don’t think. We know."
The crowd began to shout and cheer, half mocking, half excited.
From above, Dahlia leaned forward, smirking slyly.
"They’re enjoying this too much."
Rachel pressed her hand to her chest, feeling quite worried about them.
"Six at once... isn’t that just too dangerous for them?"
Garion chuckled, reassuring Rachel.
"For normal people, yes. But for them? Please. It’s just a warm-up. You’ll see it later."
Down in the ring, the twins moved slightly. They shifted their feet and relaxed their bodies.
Rynar raised and clenched his fist.
"Alright then. Let’s make it fun."
Rynor cracked his neck and smiled.
"Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it."
The announcer raised his hand nervously.
"All competitors ready?"
The six Revalis fighters nodded in sync, lifting their weapons.
Ryna lifted one hand, smirking.
"You guys start first. We will move later."
Rynor also added.
"We’ll give you the first move. It’s only fair, seeing how weak you are."
The spear user growled.
"You’ll both regret that arrogance and ask us to move first."
The announcer hesitated, glancing between them, then shouted.
"Begin!"
The six of them charged at once while the twins just stood side by side calmly.
The first to reach them was the spear user. He lunged forward, yelling out loud his special move.
"[Lightning Spear Thrust]!"
His spear flashed, cutting through the air like a bolt of thunder. His speed also tripled instantly, so fast that he left afterimages.
But before the spear could touch Rynar... he moved just slightly to the side.
HIs left foot twisted, leaning his body slightly to the side smoothly, just enough for the spear’s tip to brushed past his chest, missing him barely by a cm.
Everyone froze at that mont.
Then, Rynar’s hand snapped up, grabbing the spear shaft mid-air and stopping it, preventing it from being pulled back.
The spear user’s eyes widened.
"What?! How?!"
Rynar grinned, eyes sharp.
"Nice try. But now it’s my turn."
He clenched his fist and swung it directly toward the man’s chest like a hamr.
THUD!
The spear user’s body lifted off the ground, crashing backward and rolling several ters before stopping flat on his back.
The crowd gasped and cheered loudly.
"He stopped that kind of attack with his bare hand!"
"What kind of monster strength is that!?"
"I knew it! The Terror Twins have changed!"
Rynar relaxed his shoulders, smirking.
"One down."
Then, another cultivator roared and charged in from the side.
He was using a swordsman with a flaming sword, and he quickly yelled out.
"[Blazing Cut]!"
He leaped in and quickly slashed his sword in a fiery arc.
Rynor stepped up beside Rynar, and as the sword ca down, Rynor lifted his arm.
CLANG!
The blade hit his gauntlet, but it was hard enough that the sword shook from the rebound.
The sword user frowned, gritting his teeth, and tried to strike harder, faster, and louder.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Each strike made the crowd flinch, but Rynor didn’t move an inch.
He just stood here, letting the hits bounce off, his arms barely shaking.
The swordsman, who was gasping for air, frowned and shouted loudly.
"Damn you, bastard! Don’t think you can block forever!"
Rynor smiled faintly as he changed his stance a bit.
"Who said that I can only block?"
The mont the man raised his sword again, the rebound from his last swing made his arm tremble for a mont.
Rynor took this chance to counter. He stepped in, twisting his body and delivering his knee straight into his gut.
WHAM!
The swordsman’s mouth opened, but no sound ca out.
His body folded over before he was sent flying backward, crashing onto the ground beside the fallen spear user.
The crowd went wild again.
"Did you see that speed?!"
"Just how strong are these monsters?!"
"What kind of sect could change the twins into these monsters?!"
Rynor shook his arm once, loosening his wrist.
"Two down... four left to go."
Rynar grinned and cracked his knuckles.
"I’ll take three. You take the other one!"
Rynor frowned.
"That’s not fair. I want to have more fun too."
Rynar smirked.
"Fine. Two each, then."
The remaining four opponents circled them carefully now.
Now they knew why the twins were so confident, thinking they could fight the six of them at the sa ti.
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