Those who bore witness could do nothing but stand idly by, helpless and paralyzed.
They watched as their child perished before their very eyes, their hearts breaking with every passing moment.
Yet, despite their anguish, they dared not intervene.
For though action was within their grasp, the cost of such defiance was far too great, a price that would strip them of everything they held dear.
The family members of Aurelia, Rylis, Thrain, and Serenelle stood in silence, sorrow coursing through their veins like a relentless tide.
For a fleeting moment, killing intent flickered in their eyes, a dangerous glimmer of their suppressed rage.
But even that brief instant did not escape notice.
The parents of the victors immediately radiated a suffocating aura, a clear and deadly warning.
The parents of the fallen, though brimming with grief and fury, dared not act.
Not in the presence of the Patriarch and the clan leaders, whose authority was absolute.
They knew death would claim them before they could so much as blink.
And so, they clenched their jaws, forcing themselves to endure the bitter reality.
The result shattered any illusions of winning they might have clung to, leaving only despair in its wake.
Elara Bloodmoon, Queen of the Vampire race, could only release a quiet, internal sigh as she watched her own champion fall.
From the moment Anthony began his seemingly measured defense, Elara knew Aurelia had no chance.
Anthony's words echoed in her mind, they rang true.
Had Aurelia faced anyone else, she might have been among the victorious.
What baffled Elara, however, was how Anthony had discerned he was facing Aurelia's clone.
He had fought as though unaware, as though genuinely engaged, never once revealing his advantage.
Even Elara had silently commended Aurelia's strategy, wearing Anthony down by forcing him to expend his mana and stamina.
But that plan had unraveled disastrously.
When the real Aurelia finally emerged, her first decisive strike ended in catastrophe, her arm severed before she could even begin.
The other members of the Phoenix clan mourned their fallen champion in a solemn silence, their sorrow palpable yet restrained.
Serenelle's mother, however, sat still and emotionless, her demeanor cold and detached, as though she'd merely lost another pawn in a calculated game of chess.
The weight of countless gazes bore down upon her, probing for even a flicker of grief, but she offered none.
She felt their scrutiny, their judgment, but dismissed it with indifference.
In her eyes, she owed no one an explanation, empathy was not her obligation.
Michael, Collins, Mitchelle, and Irene watched their bloodline with a profound sense of pride, their emotions etched in different ways.
Michael, no longer cloaked in the stoic veneer of the Sword Saint, bore a grin wider than anyone in the audience as he witnessed Anthony strike down Aurelia.
"He truly is my son, my baby monster"
Michael thought, his chest swelling with unrestrained pride as he watched his son sheath his katana with precision and grace.
Collins, in contrast, remained outwardly impassive, his expression as unreadable as ever.
But the faint ripple of his aura betrayed his elation, silently roaring louder than words ever could.
Mitchelle's reaction was more serene, a sweet, motherly smile of satisfaction graced her lips as she observed her son.
"If this continues, perhaps I won't have to intervene after all"
She mused, her presence calm yet commanding from afar.
Some hoped this would spiral into an all out battle.
Elara's crimson eyes bore into Mitchelle's before flicking toward Michael and Collins.
"Aren't you going to say anything about this, Sword Saint? Lightning God?"
Elara asked, her grip still firm on Mitchelle's wrist.
Michael's grin widened, his confidence unshaken.
"Isn't it common sense that before you openly think about killing someone, you should possess the strength to do so first?"
His voice carried a taunt, as though daring Elara to make a move.
"Are you ready to fight us?"
Elara's tone shifted as bloodlust began leaking from her, her aura swelling in challenge.
Michael's grin grew sharper, but Collins was the one who cut through the tension.
"No need to twist my son's words"
Collins said, his calm yet deadly voice slicing through the rising storm.
"We're not starting anything. But if anyone thinks we're easy to bully, they're welcome to try. This will be the last time I let something like this slide. The next time I feel killing intent directed at Anthony, I will personally make a move. Consider this my first and final warning"
Collins' aura remained steady, but his words reverberated like a blade drawn from its sheath.
A tense silence stretched across the arena as Elara's bloodlust began to dissipate.
Slowly, the atmosphere softened as the Vampire Queen released Mitchelle's wrist.
Without another word, she vanished and reappeared in her previous position, reclaiming her dignity.
Mitchelle cast a final, icy glance at Alala before also disappearing, releasing the spatial lock on her adversary.
Alala, now freed, seethed in silent rage.
The humiliation burned, especially since it was inflicted by a human.
'A mere human'
She thought, her anger boiling.
But she swallowed her fury, knowing she could do nothing in the face of such overwhelming power.
The focus of the crowd gradually shifted back to the champions, eager for the match to resume.
However, a strange sight awaited them.
While the other champions sat cross-legged in the lotus position, diligently recovering their mana and healing their injuries, Anthony had turned the bloodbath into a vacation.
Under the shade of a summoned parasol, he lounged in a comfortable chair, casually eating fruit as though he were on a beach.
The collective gaze of the audience shifted to the human side, riddled with questions.
Michael's grin faltered slightly as he watched his son's antics.
Collins' lips twitched in barely suppressed irritation.
'Can't he read the room?'
The fruits Anthony consumed bore no trace of mana enhancement, adhering strictly to the rules.
As such, no one found grounds to challenge his behavior, though many regarded him with a mixture of confusion and silent judgment.
On the other side, Gorath, the Titan, watched the scene with intrigue, his thoughts swirling.
'If I show killing intent toward Anthony, would all three of them fight me at once? It seems dangerous... but it would also be fun'
The tension lingered, thick with anticipation, as the champions prepared for the next phase of the bloodbath.