Between the round of 16 and the quarterfinals, there would once again be two days of rest. But since Davi had barely worn himself out in his fight, he decided to spend most of that time training and, of course, paying attention to his girls.

Ember, in particular, helped him train, as he wanted to be prepared to combat fire magic. Furthermore, she knew Drako; they weren't close, but they were from the same clan, so they had fought before.

Ever since Rowan was humiliated during the tournament and punished, many said Drako would be the clan's new successor.

Others said it would be Ember, as the power she demonstrated with her <Queen of Hell> transformation was impressive.

Lina had been discharged from the hospital, but Davi hadn't even had the chance to visit her. Still, that wasn't so bad, he wanted to save their reunion for after he defeated Drako.

At last, the moment to fight had arrived, and the boy stepped into the arena.

The judge excitedly announced the names of the two competitors, briefly commenting on their achievements up to that point in the tournament.

In the stands, the crowd watched with great anticipation, some excited, others anxious, but most simply curious.

Davi had reached this stage by defeating a weak opponent in the round of sixteen, and his first match had been interrupted by the referee. So everyone wanted to see what he was truly capable of.

"I hope you last more than a single strike," Drako said arrogantly as soon as he stepped into the arena. "It wouldn't be any fun if the fight ended too quickly."

He pointed his sword at his opponent with a smug grin, flames beginning to dance around him.

"Be a good toy for me," he added.

"You really talk too much," Davi replied with a faint smile. "But don't worry, I'll give you a chance. For this first strike, I'll defeat you using fire, so come at me with everything you've got."

Flames began to condense around Davi's sword as he prepared to unleash .

Drako clenched his fists, his eyes widening in anger. As a fire mage, it was nearly impossible for anyone to defeat him with fire. That could only happen if his opponent was considerably stronger.

"I'll kill you!" Drako roared in fury.

The ground of the arena trembled as the two of them focused their energies.

Drako's flames rose like incandescent walls, coiling around him, each blaze vibrating with savage fury. His sword seemed like an extension of those flames, a blazing beacon ready to annihilate everything in its path.

On the other side, Davi twisted his wrist, the fire condensing tightly around his blade as he observed his opponent with a calm smile.

Drako's power was immense, but not nearly enough to make him flinch.

Both activated at the same time, and the air filled with an infernal tempest.

The clash was brutal: two massive waves of fire collided at the center of the arena, forming a blazing vortex that distorted the air and blurred their vision.

The flames roared, each trying to consume the other, while the heat scorched even the air they breathed.

But behind the fiery mantle, Davi moved forward, gripping his sword tightly. Then he activated .

A silent slash cut through the chaos.

The whirlwind of fire split apart for just an instant, and in the next moment, the blade of wind struck Drako on the shoulder, carving a deep wound.

As he screamed in pain, his blood spilled out—only to evaporate instantly under the overwhelming heat of the arena.

Drako staggered back, eyes wide in shock.

"But… how…?" he growled, his voice shaking with rage. "You dare use… cheap tricks against me?!"

The flames around him erupted in an even more violent flare, and the arena trembled as if it were about to collapse. Davi only smiled, raising his sword.

"Sorry, using something other than fire against someone as weak as you really was a bit unfair," he answered in a mocking tone.

Before Drako could react, Davi activated , gaining a sudden burst of speed and catching his opponent completely off guard.

Davi's body shifted in the blink of an eye. His muscles tensed, his pupils narrowed, and his stance transformed.

Drako barely had time to lift his sword before Davi was already upon him, a blur of motion. The first strike came upward, knocking the weapon from Drako's hands with a sharp crack.

"Tsk… I expected more." Davi shook his head.

Before his opponent could recover his balance, Davi spun gracefully, his leg carving a perfect, brutal arc.

The side kick landed squarely against Drako's ribs, producing a sickening crack that echoed throughout the arena.

The blow sent him flying like a ragdoll arrow, sliding across the stone floor until he nearly crossed the arena's edge.

But Davi had no intention of letting the fight end so quickly. In an instant, he vanished from his original position and reappeared right in front of Drako.

Then he drove his fist into the man's back with all his strength.

The impact was devastating.

The ground beneath them gave way, cracks spiderwebbing in every direction as the stone shattered.

A muffled boom echoed, and a dense cloud of dust and debris rose, obscuring the spectators' vision for several seconds.

When the dust settled, Drako was sprawled in the center of a small crater, his body trembling in agony, while Davi stood tall and unfazed.

"Come on, get up already," he said with disdain.

The man slowly rose to his feet, while Davi watched him with little interest.

But before he could even attempt to cast a spell, Davi was on him again, launching a relentless flurry of kicks and punches.

Every time Drako tried to counter, Davi was already at another angle—striking his face, his abdomen, his legs. A storm of sharp, precise blows rained down on him.

"Come on, fire mage…" Davi sneered coldly, grabbing Drako by the collar and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. "Where is all that power of yours?"

Wanting to provoke him further, Davi began charging at him , then hurled Drako away.

"Alright, I'll give you one more chance. Use your strongest move. I'll show you that my flames can defeat even your most powerful skill."

"And why should I believe you?" Drako asked, struggling to stay on his feet, though his tone was still somehow arrogant.

"Do you really have a choice?" Davi smirked, his voice dripping with contempt. "If you'd rather, you can surrender now. Or are you afraid to fight?"

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