SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Kent's eyes opened slowly, calm and focused as if the chaos outside had no effect on him. His gaze met with surprised faces of Lily and Uncle Ragnar.

"Is it time?" he asked, his voice steady.

Ragnar nodded. "Everything is ready. The arena is full. Ten million people, perhaps more, have gathered to witness this fight. I hope you won't disappoint."

Outside, the entire arena was packed with spectators, the flags and banners of the Doom family fluttering proudly in the wind. The Doom family supporters dominated the crowd, their cheers and chants filling the air. Their confidence was palpable, as was their disdain for the Frost family's lone representative.

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Magical lights lit up the entire arena, casting a dim glow over the darkened sky. Around the edges of the Royal Arena, a circle of royal wizards stood guard, each holding a staff adorned with a lion's head, their magical barrier ensuring the safety of the audience.

But all eyes were on the center stage, where the fight would soon begin. The weight of expectation, the pressure of the moment—it all hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

As the hour of the Honour Justice Fight approached, the anticipation grew unbearable. The Royal Arena was a seething cauldron of excitement and anticipation, its walls shaking with the thunderous chanting of over ten million spectators.

The massive aurora glass screen at the center displayed a ticking clock, its hands slowly creeping toward the moment everyone was waiting for—the Honour Justice Fight.

The top private rooms are occupied by the Royal family. Inside a luxurious private room which was situated opposite to aurora glass and provided the best view of the battle, Queen Soya stood in anticipation. A group of servant girls also eagerly waited from the sides.

"My Lady, we have provided a Royal Evolved three headed Wolf, a flying chariot and a powerful enchanted staff to the Doom family fighters. Our Royal War master went personally to draw a fighting strategy and guide the three fighters of the Doom family." The Servant lady Kuyya replied in a respectful tone.

Queen Soya silently nodded with a smug smile.

At the heart of the arena stood an old man, the Arena Master, floating mid-air with his robe fluttering in the wind. As the final minutes trickled on the aurora screen, his voice boomed across the arena like a divine proclamation.

"In a matter of moments, the Honour Justice Fight between the Doom Family and Frost Family will commence!" His words only further electrified the already frenzied crowd.

On one side of the arena, the Doom family fighters readied themselves. Goom Doom, son of Hoon Doom, wore the flowing cloak of a royal soldier and the sturdy armor of a battlefield general. His eyes gleamed with overconfidence as he exchanged words with his comrades, Ju Kia, heir to the powerful Kia family, and Sack Doom, a family War General.

Ju Kia sat upon a flying chariot, his golden staff pulsing with energy. Sack Doom stood beside him, his three-headed evolved wolf pet snarling at his feet. They were strategizing, their voices loud and confident.

"We end this fast," Goom Doom declared, his hand brushing against the hilt of his staff. "Frost family must be humiliated. We cannot allow their lone representative to make a mockery of us."

"Agreed," Ju Kia replied, glancing at the roaring crowd. "Let's finish this in under a minute. The Frost family won't know what hit them."

Sack Doom chuckled darkly. "I'll crush him before the first breath."

The Doom family's banners flapped violently in the wind as the Arena Master soared even higher. His voice echoed again. "Fighters of the Doom family—step forward!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chanting like a blade.

One by one, Goom Doom, Ju Kia, and Sack Doom flew into the center of the arena, their powerful flying treasures glowing colorfully. The crowd erupted in deafening cheers, the Doom family name on everyone's lips. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Even the wind seemed to stand still as the arena buzzed with excitement.

"And now," the Arena Master paused dramatically, "from the Frost family… Kent!"

There was a brief, tense silence. Then, with a silent whoosh, a golden throne shot into the arena with the speed of a lightning bolt. It came to a sudden stop in the center, and on that throne sat Kent—calm, composed, and radiating an aura that could make gods pause.

Unlike his heavily armored opponents, Kent wore no visible protection, no weapons in hand. He looked as if he had come for a friendly conversation, not a battle.

The crowd fell into a hushed murmur. "How can he still sit on the throne?"

"Was this arrogance? Or sheer confidence?" Whispers and rumors flitted through the audience like wildfire.

The Arena Master, slightly taken aback by Kent's casual demeanor, cleared his throat and began reciting the rules. "This is a battle of Honour Justice. No cheats, no forbidden treasures. The fight is to submission or death. You may now take your positions!"

The three gave a cold glance to Kent and flew away. Kent flew back to the eastern side of the arena, still seated on his golden throne, while the Doom family fighters returned to their end, eager to tear into him.

The aurora glass screen flickered, the clock ticking down to the final seconds. As the moments dwindled, Kent slowly rose from his throne and spread his arms wide.

Suddenly, a blazing aura engulfed him as a fiery spirit armor appeared around his body, enveloping him from head to toe. It was the armor of the Fire God, forged from the flames of the Inferno Sea.

The crowd gasped. In the same moment, two silver orbs shot out from his sides and materialized into hands—the gifts of the Storm God. They hovered beside him ready to execute his thoughts.

Then, a golden disc emerged, circling around him like a guardian deity. A never-ending quiver of spirit arrows appeared on his back. Behind him, his pets took their positions—the seven-headed snake, Jabil slithered up and coiled protectively, its heads forming a canopy over him like an ancient divine umbrella.

The Phoenix hovered above him, letting out a piercing cry, its wings alight with flames.

Kavi, turned into flames blazing Fire inferno. The baby dragon roared with excitement as it jumped on the golden steps of the throne.

As the final seconds ticked down, Kent extended his hand. With a subtle motion, the Dragon Lion Bow appeared in his grip, crafted by seven sages of the Spirit Realm and gifted by the War God himself.

On his other hand, the Divine Spirit Conch materialized, bestowed upon him by the Water God, a treasure capable of invoking fear in the hearts of his enemies.

The sight was unlike anything the arena had ever witnessed. The crowd, once chanting the Doom family name, was now silent, entranced by the sheer spectacle of Kent's presence.

"How many treasures does this guy own?" Ju Kia muttered in surprise.

"Don't worry. These are fool's tricks." Goom Doom uttered with a smirk.

As the last second ticked away, Kent brought the conch to his lips and blew with all his might. The sound that erupted was unlike any ordinary noise—it was the roar of an entire ocean crashing down, a deafening cry of waves pounding against the shore. The entire arena seemed to shake under its force. Men froze in their tracks, and even the fiercest beasts shuddered.

The Doom family fighters, once so confident, felt a wave of fear clouding their thoughts. Goom Doom's hands trembled as he gripped his staff. "What… What is this?"

Ju Kia glanced nervously at his comrades.

Sack Doom's wolf let out an annoyed growl and moved behind the fighter like it didn't want to fight.

Then, Kent did something unexpected—he drew his bowstring, not towards his enemies, but into the sky. With a swift release, a piercing phoenix cry released into the sky.

For a moment, all was still. Then, a crack of thunder split the sky. A colossal red lightning bolt, shaped like a Phoenix, blazed across the darkened sky. The entire capital city flickered as though the sun had been reborn in the night.
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The crowd gasped, their excitement turning to awe, and even the Doom family supporters fell silent. The sheer force of Kent's display sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. The royal wizards stationed around the arena glanced nervously at one another, unsure whether they could control the storm that seemed to be brewing.

In the silence that followed, Goom Doom swallowed hard, his confidence shattered. For the first time, he felt the weight of impending defeat. The Doom Family had underestimated their opponent—this was no ordinary man.

As the seconds trickled into the start of the battle, all eyes remained fixed on Kent.

"BEGIN THE HONOUR JUSTICE FIGHT"