Obliterated.

Once Su Yang and Minerva took their starting positions, a heavy silence washed over the arena.

The crowd, brimming with anticipation, leaned forward in their seats, eager to witness the clash between the proud first-year and the seasoned second-year.

Su Yang stood poised, his sword gripped tightly in his hands, his golden eyes locked onto Minerva with pure, unfiltered rage.

Across from him, Minerva stood calmly, her bow resting lightly in her grasp, her stance unshaken, her breathing slow and measured—completely unbothered by the storm of emotions radiating from her opponent.

The contrast between them was glaring.

Su Yang was a wildfire, burning, untamed and hungry for destruction, while Minerva was an ice-capped mountain—unmoved, unaffected, and untouchable.

For a while it became a contest to see who would flinch first, however, before that could happen, the referee standing between them raised his hand.