Competition Ground, Capital.
Lear and Arnold stood there in the middle of the chaos as spells rained around and sounds of human screams and beastly roars filled the place.
The two stared at each other as a deathly silence pervaded between them.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a metallic noise rang out as Lear pulled his sword with multiple flexible blades out.
With a single swing from his hand, the blades of the sword lashed out towards Arnold like a snake and chased after him.
"Whoosh!"
Arnold smiled as he immediately slammed both his hands down on the ground and a wall of magma rose from the beneath up into the sky.
"Tsk!" Lear clicked his tongue and the blade immediately changed courses.
"You are not going anywhere." Arnold laughed and the next instant, the wall of lava rose further up high in the air becoming a tide and came crashing down on Lear.
"Boom!"
The ground shook from the impact of the crash and Arnold smiled at the sight of everything being covered in lava.