After the shocking tie between Yash and David, the tournament didn't slow down.
If anything—
It became more intense.
Match after match took place. Teams clashed, strategies broke, and fighters pushed beyond their limits. The stadium remained filled with constant noise, every battle raising the expectations even higher.
And through all of it—
Distro kept winning.
Clean victories.
Dominant performances.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Igna didn't fight in every match, but every time he stepped in, he followed Yash's words perfectly. He waited, observed, and struck at the right moment. Slowly, he was changing.
Growing.
Understanding.
By the time the dust settled—
Only a few teams remained.
And now—
The semi-finals.
The atmosphere in the stadium shifted again.
Heavier.
Sharper.
Because this match—
Decided who would reach the finals.
The screen lit up.
Distro vs Magma
A wave of energy spread across the entire stadium.
People stood.
Voices rose.
Even the strongest teams watching from the sidelines became serious.
Igna looked forward, his focus sharper than ever.
(This is it…)
Then—
The opposing team walked in.
And the moment they did—
The entire stadium changed.
Silence.
Not excitement.
Not noise.
Just—
Silence.
Because at the front of that team—
Stood a boy.
Young.
Too young.
Around sixteen.
But the presence he carried…
Was overwhelming.
Stefan.
Current rank—
Number 1 in the world.
Igna felt it instantly.
(This… is the strongest…?)
Behind him—
Another figure stepped forward.
Calm.
Sharp.
Elegant.
A girl.
His sister.
Misty.
Rank 2.
The second strongest in the world.
The crowd didn't shout their names loudly.
They didn't need to.
Everyone already knew.
Stefan stepped forward slowly.
In his hand—
A massive battle axe.
Heavy.
Dark.
And filled with an ancient presence.
Even from a distance, it felt dangerous.
Like it wasn't just a weapon—
But something far beyond that.
A weapon said to be the strongest in history.
Igna's breathing slowed.
(That thing… is different…)
Beside him—
Misty stood quietly.
In her hand—
A long, slim sword.
Elegant.
Thin.
But sharp enough to feel even from afar.
Completely different from Stefan.
Where he was raw power—
She was precision.
Control.
Balance.
The rest of their team stood behind them, all strong, all experienced, but it was clear—
The real threat—
Was those two.
Back on Distro's side—
No one spoke.
Emily's smile had faded.
May's expression was focused.
Sele stood still, eyes sharp.
Hena stayed close.
And Yash—
Was calm.
As always.
But this time—
Even Igna could feel it.
This wasn't a normal battle.
This wasn't something they could take lightly.
This—
Was a fight against the very top of the world.
The announcement echoed again.
Full team battle
Five vs five.
No restrictions beyond the rules.
No holding back.
The signal would come soon.
Igna tightened his grip on the dagger.
His heart was beating fast.
Not from fear—
But from anticipation.
Because now—
They weren't facing strong opponents.
They were facing the strongest.
And this battle—
Would decide everything.