Chapter 110: Two At The Top
"Next battle!" Ramires announced with a sharp flick of his coat, voice booming through the entire arena.
"From the Top 10 ranks, Lucas Neville versus Magnus Solberg!"
A surge of energy ran through the stadium as the names were spoken. Both combatants walked onto the wide stone platform under the eyes of tens of thousands.
Magnus Solberg was broad-shouldered and grim, a hunter's presence about him. His right hand gripped a blade already glowing with a sickly green Neba that buzzed through the air like angry hornets.
Lucas Neville, in contrast, looked calm, slim frame, his brown hair falling across one eye, gloved hands in his coat pockets. He barely seemed to acknowledge his opponent.
"Begin!"
Magnus struck first.
He raised his sword and slashed horizontally through the air, but instead of hitting Lucas, he launched a wave of green Neba, shaped like a crescent blade.
The wave hissed through the air and curved toward Lucas with a roar.
Lucas took one step forward.
And vanished.