The Flame That Devours Flame
As Rias's gorgeous red figure appeared upon the arena, Shera slowly smiled.
That smile carried a deeper meaning.
Anyone with sharp eyes could see it clearly—this was not simple courtesy.
Shera turned slightly and gestured to the student standing behind him.
"Go."
"Perform well."
His gaze flickered briefly toward Leon before he added with deliberate emphasis—
"Don't disappoint your Guardian Elder Leon."
The student stepped forward.
"Teacher, don't worry."
"I will definitely perform well and not disappoint Guardian Elder Leon."
A faint smile curled across his lips as he glanced toward Leon.
Then, with a sudden burst of motion—
He leapt down from the spectator platform.
A streak of fiery red light followed his descent.
Boom.
His boots struck the arena stone, and a ripple of heat spread through the air.
For a moment—
The atmosphere surged to its peak.
The surrounding disciples gasped in excitement.
