The audience buzzed with excitement and admiration following Ling's victory. People in the stands and those watching from home praised her strength and beauty, discussing the fight in animated tones.
"Ling is incredible! She handled that fight with such grace," one spectator commented.
"Not just grace, but power too. She's a force to be reckoned with," another added.
In the midst of the audience's chatter, the announcer's voice filled the arena once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the final fight of the day! Our next match features Han Li, a level two astral body refinement user and a non-elemental power user, against Zhang Wei, a level one astral body refinement user with fire elemental power!"
Han Li stepped into the arena, his heart steady and his focus sharp. Across from him, Zhang Wei stood confidently, flames dancing around his fists. The two fighters locked eyes, each silently acknowledging the other's strength.
The signal to begin rang out, and Zhang Wei wasted no time, launching a series of fireballs toward Han Li. Han Li dodged with ease, his movements fluid and precise. He could feel the heat of the flames, but his mind remained clear.
Zhang Wei pressed forward, his attacks relentless. "Come on, Han Li! Show me what you've got!"
Han Li responded with a calm smile, his invisible hands materializing to block the incoming fire. He used the opportunity to study Zhang Wei's patterns, honing his own skills with each exchange. Zhang Wei's fireballs became more intense, the arena illuminated by the fierce light of their battle.
Han Li moved swiftly, closing the distance between them. He engaged Zhang Wei in close combat, his fists a blur as they clashed with Zhang Wei's fiery strikes. The crowd watched in awe as Han Li deftly dodged and countered, his invisible hands weaving through the flames.
Despite the intensity of the battle, it was clear to the spectators that Han Li was holding back. He was using the fight to hone his combat skills, testing his limits and refining his techniques. Zhang Wei, though powerful, was no match for Han Li's superior control and strategy.
Zhang Wei's frustration grew as he realized Han Li's intentions. "You're just toying with me!" he shouted, flames erupting around him in a final, desperate attempt to overpower Han Li.
Han Li's expression remained calm. He sidestepped Zhang Wei's onslaught, his invisible hands striking with precision. With a swift, decisive move, he disarmed Zhang Wei, extinguishing the flames and bringing him to his knees.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the arena filled with the sound of their excitement. The announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers. "The winner is Han Li!"
Han Li extended a hand to Zhang Wei, helping him to his feet. Zhang Wei, though defeated, nodded in respect. "You're incredible, Han Li. I can see why you're the favorite."
"Thank you," Han Li replied sincerely. "You fought well. This was a good match."
As Han Li left the arena, he was met with praise and admiration from the audience. People marveled at his skill and composure, discussing the fight with enthusiasm.
"Han Li is a true master. Did you see how he handled that fight? Incredible," one spectator remarked.
"He's definitely the one to watch in this competition. His control is unmatched," another agreed.
Ling met Han Li with a proud smile, her eyes shining with admiration. "You did it, Han Li! I knew you would."
Han Li smiled back, his confidence unwavering. "Thank you, Ling. Now we just need to keep this momentum going."
The day ended with the audience buzzing about the day's matches, their excitement palpable. Han Li and Ling knew that the real challenge was still ahead, but they were ready to face it together.