Three days later, round two dawned beneath a cloudless sky.
The field, tempered by the first eliminations, now consisted of the brightest blades each sect could boast, every fighter a full tier stronger than before.
Jared drew a lot against Kurt Deleon, an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Four disciple from the Blaze Sect.
Kurt‘s Blazing Sword Art was said to smelt wrought iron, and the rippling heat that clung to his crimson blade made that rumor easy to believe.
"I'm amazed you made it this far, brat, but your luck ends with me!" Kurt lifted a scarlet sword wreathed In tongues of fire. Evidently, it was a fire-type mystical weapon.
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