Chapter 44: Blades of Wind, Eyes of Steel

The air trembled as the final match of the Celestial Combat Crown began.

Renzo and Reika stood on opposite ends of the shifting stone platforms, both perfectly still as the opening bell echoed through the arena.

For a moment—silence.

Then movement.

Reika struck first. A spiral of razor wind burst from her position, arching across the space with calculated grace. Renzo leapt sideways, flipping to a lower platform, the wind grazing past him and slicing a deep scar into the stone.

"She's not holding back," Kael murmured from the stands, eyes narrowed.

Reika's next move came fast. She spun midair, unleashing a hail of ice darts mixed within miniature cyclones. Renzo raised his Will just in time—his aura flaring as he deflected the barrage with rapid bursts of momentum control, redirecting the projectiles into the water below.

"She's testing him," Kaede muttered beside Kael, arms folded. "She wants to draw out his rhythm."

"She'll find out soon enough," Kael replied.

Renzo didn't counter immediately. He waited. Measured.

Then—he moved.

With a crack of wind, he vanished from sight. His Step Technique blurred through the platforms as he reappeared inches from Reika, launching a low kick aimed at destabilizing her footing.

She caught it with a sudden gust, lifting herself above it and blasting him back with compressed air.

They clashed midair. Fist against blade. Wind against momentum. Two forces, equal in skill, colliding again and again.

Ayato gripped Maiya's arm. "Renzo's fast!"

Maiya nodded, tense. "So is she. This could go either way…"

Reika landed gracefully on a tall platform, breathing evenly. A shard of frost formed in her hand, extending into a thin rapier of ice. "Show me everything, Renzo," she called across the arena.

Renzo smirked slightly. "Only if you can keep up."

They launched toward each other again.

The storm intensified—sweeping winds, falling debris, flashes of pressure and cold. Spectators leaned forward, mesmerized.

The two finalists weren't just fighting.

They were dancing through combat—one forged by Kael's strict guidance, the other shaped by Kaede's silent precision.

Neither was backing down.

And as the bell signaling the halfway point rang out…

The match was only just beginning.