The arena was located at the corner of the island, covering ten thousand square meters. It was open-air, and anyone who paid could step onto the stage. Winners would receive money, while losers would be left to their fate, dead or alive.
At this moment, the audience seats were filled with cheers and shouts. Two Mages were fighting in the arena—one using plant magic and the other using lightning magic—engaged in a fierce battle.
Irene, Dimaria, Brandish, and Acnologia arrived at the place. Led by the service staff, the four of them took the best seats with the clearest view at the front.
Brandish looked at the lively scene and said calmly, 'The intense battles of Mages are quite popular among the children of nobles and the wealthy. They often spend money to hire powerful Mages to fight, but it's too bloody and violent for my taste—it makes me nauseous.'
In this place, she couldn't enjoy her favorite Starlight Snacks, which she disliked very much.
'By the way...'
She turned her gaze to Acnologia and asked curiously, 'Who are you, and why are you following us?'
Acnologia was utterly speechless. Was he really that unnoticeable?
He pursed his lips and said, 'Ask her!'
Irene then remembered she hadn't introduced the one behind her, having been too busy bickering with Dimaria. She smiled sheepishly, full of embarrassment, 'He's Acnologia, my man.'
'Uh...'
Brandish was slightly surprised. She remembered the Emperor saying that Acnologia was the world-ending dragon king, but this guy didn't look the part at all.
Had she remembered it wrong?
Back then, she had only been thinking about eating and hadn't paid close attention to what Irene and the Emperor were discussing.
Acnologia sat on a chair and said casually, 'You all go ahead and have fun; don't mind me.'
He was actually interested in Dimaria's God Soul and was looking forward to witnessing that power firsthand today.
Dimaria watched the two fighters in the arena, their battle heating up. In an instant, her figure appeared at the center of the arena. With a wave of her hand, two pillars of magical energy erupted from the ground, blasting them out of the arena.
Since many of the spectators were high-ranking officials and nobles, they recognized the newcomer as one of the Spriggan 12, the War Princess. One by one, they knelt in fear, shouting, 'My Lady!'
Dimaria swept her gaze over the crowd and said coldly, 'Get out of here, all of you!'
Her battle was not for these worthless people to watch.
'Yes, My Lady!'
'Let's go!'
The spectators scattered instantly, and even the organizers fled. Compared to watching the match, their own lives were more important.
Before running away, they didn't forget to drag away the two unconscious Mages.
In three minutes, the entire arena became empty, with only Acnologia and the other three still in their places.
Dimaria stood tall and proud in the arena, looking at Irene in the audience seats with a provocative glare, as if saying, 'Come at me.'
Irene naturally wouldn't avoid the fight. Crimson magical energy surged around her, her swimsuit transforming into a magic robe as she instantly appeared in the arena, a magic staff materializing in her hand.
She smiled and said, 'I can sense a very interesting magic on you. Let me see it.'
Dimaria clenched her hand, and a red broadsword appeared in her grip. She said arrogantly, 'If you want to witness my magic, you'll need the strength to back it up.'
As one of the Spriggan 12, she excelled not only in magic and magical power but also in physical combat.
Irene smiled faintly, 'I hope you're not all talk.'
'Heh, come and try it yourself...'
Dimaria chuckled lightly, her figure instantly dashing forward as she swung her sword at extreme speed. Only a thin white streak of light could be seen flashing through the air.
Bang!
The magic staff was raised, clashing with the broadsword and sending out a shockwave.
'Not bad strength.'
Irene looked relaxed as she twirled her staff, deflecting the broadsword. Dimaria tried to match her strength, but not only did she fail to steady her sword, she almost toppled over.
Dimaria touched the ground with her hand, executing a sideways kick, but the magic staff accurately struck her ankle, making her grimace in pain.
Dimaria flipped backward, retreating. The arrogance from earlier was gone, replaced by a serious expression. In just three moves, she could gauge her opponent's strength.
This Irene surpassed her in power, speed, and reaction time.
'Well, it doesn't matter. Since you want to see it, I'll show you an absolutely invincible magic!'
Dimaria's expression became calm and confident. To Irene's surprise, she snapped her fingers lightly.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, Irene's top instantly shattered into pieces, scraps of cloth fluttering in the air and revealing her jade-like figure.
Irene looked down—only a few pieces of fabric covered her vital areas—then looked up at Dimaria, who seemed to have not moved from her spot.
'What just happened? What occurred in that instant?'
She showed no sign of embarrassment, instead frowning as she pondered the sensation she had just felt. It seemed like a fluctuation of time.
'What's wrong? Are you scared?'
Dimaria scoffed. This woman had no sense of shame, unlike the pure-hearted girl Brandish, who was more fun to tease.
Magical energy surged around Irene as she donned crimson armor formed from her magic. 'Is it the power of time? Interesting magic.'
She gestured to her neck and smiled, 'No need to hold back. Aim for this spot.'
Dimaria's face darkened, 'Do you really want to die? If I cut your neck, no matter how strong you are, you'll die!'
This woman was Brandish's friend. How could she possibly kill her? Otherwise, Brandish would definitely hate her.
Irene said calmly, 'How about a bet? I bet you can't harm me.'
Dimaria felt a surge of anger and decided to teach this arrogant woman a lesson. 'What's the wager?'
'The loser barks like a dog. How about that?'
'Deal!'
Watching the two get serious, Brandish in the audience seats grew worried. Dimaria could freeze time, and unless one was a Mage proficient in time magic, no one could break it. Irene might really get hurt.
She reached for a small cake and put it in her mouth, then looked at Acnologia beside her and asked curiously, 'Aren't you going to stop them?'
'Stop what? They're having fun, aren't they?'
Acnologia knew about Dimaria's time-freezing magic, but it wasn't unbreakable. As long as one's magical power exceeded a certain limit, they could shatter time.
In this magical world, time and space were not untouchable concepts. Just as he could devour time and space, as long as one was strong enough, they could break through anything.
He glanced at Brandish, who was happily sneaking food nearby. Not only had she finished her own Starlight Snacks, but she had also reached into the bag of delicacies Irene had bought.
Acnologia reminded her, 'Aren't you afraid Irene will kill you?'
Brandish put on a defiant expression, 'No, I'm not. Kill me after I finish eating.'
Compared to having delicious food in front of her that she couldn't eat, the feeling was more painful than death.
Besides, Sister Irene was beautiful and kind-hearted; she would surely forgive her.
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