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While Greenie and Tank fought their opponents, Jin, positioned slightly behind them, continued his barrage of explosions. His strategy shifted from mere disorientation to focused attacks, targeting the elite fighters with devastatingly powerful explosions.

The explosions were more intense, the shockwaves designed to disrupt their movements and create openings for his teammates gone, replaced by what he usually did, focused explosions that didn't spread too far, but were deadly for those who got caught in them.

He had to switch to such attacks as the enemies who had arrived now were troublesome, they were all powerful individuals, and trying to hit many of them at once would barely do anything. Even then, these elite fighters were skilled—they dodged and even managed to block some of Jin's explosions, only some managing to wound them.

"These guys are tough," Jin muttered, sweat beading on his forehead as he poured more mana into his attacks. "But I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

With a flick of his wrist, Jin unleashed a series of chained explosions, the blasts creating a domino effect that surrounded one of the elite fighters—a woman wielding a massive scythe. The explosions created a barrier of fire and smoke, limiting her movements and forcing her to engage Jin head-on.

"Come on, then!" Jin shouted, a grin spreading across his face as he prepared for the inevitable clash.

Mia, Beast, and Aelrinder worked together to handle the other elite fighters. Mia's frost no longer blanketed the battlefield, instead, it was all focused on her body and sword, limiting its range to the fullest, but increasing its lethality.

She was quickly targeted by one of the elite fighters—a mage who wielded both fire and light, the same one who had previously dispelled part of the darkness around them, trying to counter her frost with his flames. But Mia's control over her element was absolute. She manipulated the ice to counter the mage's flames, creating a deadly dance of fire and ice.

Beast, positioned at a distance, unleashed a flurry of arrows that guided themselves with his wind manipulation. His arrows were relentless, each one finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy. He focused on a rogue-like fighter, someone who was trying to stay out of sight and strike from the shadows.

But Beast's keen eyes and wind-guided arrows kept the rogue on the defensive, preventing him from getting too close.

"You're not sneaking up on anyone today," Beast muttered, his focus unbroken as he tracked the rogue's movements.

Compared to Shadow, the rogue was a notch below in terms of how well he was able to sneak around, even less when compared to Wolf, who was still the best assassin they had, who was not acting like one at all ever since the system arrived.

Aelrinder, using his spear and wind manipulation, engaged in a fierce duel with a fighter who wielded a whip. The whip-wielder was fast and had a long reach, but Aelrinder's precise spear strikes and gusts of wind kept the whip at bay. The battle between the two was a contest of range and control, each one trying to outmaneuver the other.

Aelrinder was boosted by his power of the stars, which made his wind gain a yellow hue, amplifying its power as he moved around and attacked with great power.

Laura, meanwhile, continued to support her teammates, her demonic energy ready to heal them while she also fought the enemies, casting her spells at them. She was constantly moving, her eyes darting between her comrades to ensure none of them were injured and to make sure she was not overwhelmed by the enemy as, after all, the healer was usually the first one to get targeted

As the Heaven's Hooligans battled the elite fighters, Reign kept a watchful eye on the battlefield. He hadn't activated his transformation yet, knowing that the final moments of this trial would be the most crucial. For now, he focused on maintaining the dark barrier with Shadow, using their combined powers to keep the other teams disoriented and off-balance.

But Reign knew that the time was coming. The elite fighters were formidable opponents, and while his team was holding their own, they couldn't afford to lose momentum. There were still a couple of powerful enemies that were making their way to them.

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He could sense the determination of the other teams—their desperation to claim the throne and secure victory. It was only a matter of time before they intensified their attacks, and when they did, Reign needed to be ready.

He glanced to the side, sensing two powerful auras arriving, attempting to join the battle, and moved. Instead of allowing them to attack as they wished, he would welcome them with his swords in hand.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. The battle raged on, the clash of weapons and the roar of spells echoing across the arena. The elite fighters were relentless, their attacks growing more coordinated and powerful as they pushed the Heaven's Hooligans to their limits.

They all fought with everything they had, however, none of them fell back or allowed the enemy to gain the upper hand. More appeared, and they were further pressured, but nothing changed, they continued fighting.

Aelrinder's eyes narrowed as he focused on his opponent, a lithe and agile fighter who wielded the whip with deadly accuracy. The whip crackled with energy, lashing out in a blur, trying to ensnare Aelrinder's spear or wrap around his limbs. But Aelrinder was quick, his wind manipulation allowing him to move with a speed that matched the whip's ferocity.

With a flick of his wrist, Aelrinder sent a powerful gust of wind toward his opponent, forcing the whip-wielder to leap back. The momentary distance gave Aelrinder the opening he needed. He surged forward, his spear thrusting toward his opponent's chest with lightning speed. The whip-wielder twisted, barely avoiding the lethal strike, but Aelrinder wasn't done.

He spun on his heel, using the momentum to deliver a sweeping slash with the blade of his spear, the edge humming with the power of the wind.

The whip-wielder's eyes widened as he realized he couldn't dodge in time. The spear's blade sliced across his chest, drawing blood and forcing him to retreat further. Aelrinder didn't relent, pressing the attack with a series of rapid thrusts and slashes, each one backed by the force of the wind. The whip-wielder was pushed to his limits, struggling to keep up with Aelrinder's relentless assault.

"You'll need more than tricks to take me down," Aelrinder said, his voice cold and focused.

The whip-wielder gritted his teeth, realizing that he was being outmatched. He tried to create distance, snapping his whip in a wide arc to keep Aelrinder at bay, but the elf was relentless. Aelrinder ducked under the whip, closing the gap in an instant and driving his spear toward his opponent's heart.

The whip-wielder barely managed to parry the blow with the handle of his weapon, but the force of the strike knocked him off balance.

Aelrinder saw his chance. He unleashed a powerful gust of wind that slammed into the whip-wielder, sending him tumbling backward. Before the man could recover, Aelrinder was upon him, his spear aimed at his throat.

"This is the end," Aelrinder said, his voice firm as he prepared to deliver the final blow.

But before he could strike, a blast of energy erupted from behind, forcing Aelrinder to jump back. The whip-wielder scrambled to his feet, breathing heavily, but alive. Aelrinder glanced over his shoulder and saw that the source of the energy blast was the light mage, the one who had been battling Mia.

"I won't let you fall that easily," the light-mage called out to the whip-wielder before quickly moving, dodging Mia's frost that she launched toward him.

A part of his body was touched by the frost, and it immediately started freezing. His left arm and part of his left leg had frost over them, but the mage grit his teeth and used his flame magic to get rid of it before staring at Mia with anger and shock.

"Even with that guy coming to help, she is able to observe me and even attack?" The mage asked as he stared at Mia, who turned her body to the side, evading a sword that was slashing down at her, before responding by merely extending her palm forward, aiming her frost at the new enemy she was battling.

With her mark active, Mia's body had also changed, her hair became white, her skin pale, as if she came from a painting.

Her frost ability was greatly enhanced in this state, and the enemy who used the long, curved blade was forced to quickly jump back in order to not be assaulted by her frost, only to widen his eyes as if nothing happened.

Mia had bluffed.

She quickly slashed to the side with her sword, delivering an incredibly fast sword light that reached the mage in a second, the incredibly tough platform they were on actually being damaged, and then freezing by her attack.