Chapter 1993 Semifinals

Chapter 1993 Semifinals

Glita's stunning transformation ability had elevated her and Brandt as the top fighters, setting the stage for intense matchups. The random draw dictated that Brandt, the Vanir warrior, would face the formidable Britannia Queen, Gweeneth. Simultaneously, Glita found herself paired against the determined Octavius. The crowd erupted in cheers as the matchups were revealed, each anticipating the thrilling battles that were about to unfold.

As the competitors readied themselves for the showdown, the audience buzzed with excitement. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and all eyes were fixed on the arena, eagerly awaiting the clash of these exceptional warriors.

On the special stage, Klea seized the opportunity to heighten the mood among the magus observers. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she initiated a playful game.

"You've seen them fight; now, let me hear who you think will win?" she declared, engaging the Emissaries in a spirited discussion.

Emissary Soto, assessing the prowess of the fighters, confidently put his bet on Brandt. The Vanir warrior's obvious superiority in battle made him the logical choice in his eyes. However, Emissary Nathan offered a different perspective. His gaze shifted toward Emery, as he said.

"This girl, Glita, must be part of your wolf pack, isn't she? Then my bet is on her."

Emery, maintaining a neutral stance, refrained from choosing sides. However, a subtle sense of emotion lingered within him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as Gwen stood confidently in the arena, prepared to face Brandt.

The atmosphere in the arena shifted as Brandt, the Vanir warrior, opted for a moment of dialogue before engaging in battle.

"Let me fight you with the legendary sword," he proposed to Gwen, a request that carried a certain gravity.

Gwen, gave a respectful gesture but firmly refused the request, "Please allow me to fight without it." She hopes not to disrespect the warrior while upholding her own principles.

In the initial stages of the battle, Octavius displayed exceptional strength and agility, swiftly commanding the arena and forcing Glita into a defensive position. Recognizing the need to match her opponent's heightened physical prowess, Glita, with a quick decision, invoked her wolf transformation, amplifying her speed and strength to levels that surpassed the Roman.

As Glita unleashed faster and more powerful strikes, the tide of the battle quickly became in her favor. However, Octavius, undeterred and unwilling to concede defeat easily, refused to back down.

"Not yet!" he exclaimed, determination evident in his voice.

Octavius began resorting to desperate tactics, utilizing bright spells that disrupted Glita's sight and manipulating the terrain to trap the half-wolf girl. These unconventional strategies, born out of Octavius's cunning, successfully confused Glita, enabling him to score several wounds on her.

The crowd, however, grew increasingly restless and rowdy, expressing their dissatisfaction with Octavius's unconventional fighting methods. Consumed by their deep-

seated hatred toward Rome, the spectators were unable to appreciate the tactical maneuvers Octavius employed.

"I am sorry," Octavius uttered, preceding what seemed like an impending critical blow. However, just as he was about to reach Glita, his body abruptly became ensnared in dark vines, halting his advance with a forceful restraint. The low-tier spell, cast with masterful precision, proved strong enough to effectively immobilize Octavius. Glita, displaying a hint of annoyance, turned toward the Roman, showcasing her sharp claws.

"Are you ready to give up?? or..."

Octavius, acknowledging the futility of his position, conceded defeat. The crowd erupted in cheers as Glita garnered her place in the final. Amid the celebration, Klea directed a meaningful stare at Emery and started telepathic communication.

<You spent some time training her, didn't you? I thought you were always busy.>