MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

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As the days passed and countless matches unfolded, the giant screen continued to cycle through endless numbers, its rhythmic glow almost hypnotic.

The tournament progressed with ruthless efficiency, as though it were sifting through debris to reveal the finest gems.

Thousands of battles had already been fought, reducing the field to a select few, beings who stood unrivaled at the pinnacle of power.

When the time for the next match arrived, every gaze shifted back to the screen, anticipation thick in the air.

Numbers whirred past with mechanical precision, cascading like a slot machine spinning in a high stakes casino.

Most of the champions watched with detached expressions, their eyes dull from the monotony of endless combat.

Days of relentless matches had dulled the thrill, leaving even the fiercest warriors indifferent.

Then, with an abrupt halt, the machine froze, its endless rotation coming to a grinding stop.

A moment of tense silence followed as the final numbers locked into place, displayed with stark clarity on the massive screen.

1 VS 3

The arena seemed to hold its breath as the announcement sank in, the crowd murmuring with a mix of intrigue and speculation.

Even the champions stirred slightly, their boredom momentarily broken by the unexpected pairing.

Gasps rippled through the crowd like a shockwave as the numbers solidified on the screen.

Two single-digit champions were set to face off, a momentous occasion, as it was the first time such an event would unfold before their very eyes.

Whispers of anticipation spread among the spectators, for this was not just a clash of titans, but a rare opportunity to glean insight into two of the most enigmatic competitors.

The champion seated at Number 1 was no stranger to fame or reverence: Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos, the pride of the Celestial race.

Yet, despite his renown, he remained shrouded in mystery.

No one had ever seen him truly fight, and his abilities were a puzzle even to the most seasoned warriors.

He exuded an aura of unshakable power, a presence that demanded both fear and respect.

Facing him was the Number 3 seated champion, Zephyra Galehart of the Sylphari race.

Known for their extraordinary speed, the Sylphari possessed an innate ability called Omni-Speed Mastery, a gift that allowed them to transcend the limits of time and thought itself.

Through relentless training and mastery of this unique power, Zephyra had risen to claim her place among the elite.

Her movements were a blur, faster than the eye could follow, a symphony of speed that left her opponents powerless to react.

Every gaze in the arena was locked on the two champions, the air vibrating with the tension of what was to come.

Both opponents shared an ethereal elegance, their silver hair shimmering like molten starlight under the arena's glow.

Zephyra's body was adorned with glowing tattoos resembling swirling wind currents, an intrinsic trait of the Sylphari race, marking her connection to the very element she commanded.

Above them, the Overseer watched with a wide grin, his excitement palpable.

"Finally! An interesting match has arrived"

He declared, his voice brimming with eagerness.

"Sit back and enjoy, because the fight is about to be taken up a notch!"

The Overseer vanished, his laughter echoing faintly. Yet, a darker thought lingered in his mind:

'Will one of them kill the other? If so, would their races ignite a war of vengeance? I can't wait to find out'

Meanwhile, Zephyra and Aaaninja sat beside each other, yet neither exchanged a glance.

There was no need for posturing or acknowledgment between them.

They moved with an unspoken understanding, their calmness more unnerving than the fiery bravado of others.

Rising from their seats in perfect synchrony, both vanished in a flash of motion, leaving the air trembling in their wake.

Unlike most participants, they didn't reappear in the sky, but instead materialized silently on the ground.

Standing only a few paces apart, they regarded one another with unwavering composure.

Neither moved, neither flinched, and yet the tension between them was suffocating, an unyielding clash of confidence.

Zephyra had long taken notice of Aaaninja and Lucian.

It wasn't their race that caught her attention but their speed, faster than her own.

They had claimed the first and second seats before her, a feat that had left her both surprised and intrigued.

The speed she had used to secure her seat was barely a fraction, less than one-hundredth, of her true potential.

Yet, to her astonishment, not just one, but two individuals had beaten her to it.

This was a rarity for her, something she'd only encountered when facing members of her own race whose mastery of Omni-Speed surpassed her own.

Still, she didn't dwell on it. Her focus now was on the opponent standing before her.

After a moment of silent tension, their unblinking gazes locked, Zephyra finally broke the silence.

"Are we fighting to kill, or simply to defeat?"

She asked, her voice melodic and calm, carried by the wind with an almost hypnotic grace.

Her voice sent a ripple through the champions watching from afar.

Some sank into their thoughts, only to quickly remind themselves of their own goals in the tournament.

Zephyra understood the gravity of death within this contest.

While some races might overlook the loss of their champions, others, especially those with significant backing, would retaliate with devastating force.

Both she and Aaaninja were no exception.

Their parents stood at the pinnacle of their respective worlds.

A death here could set entire world ablaze.

She asked her question not out of fear, but to clarify the stakes.

Her voice radiated unwavering confidence, unaffected by the Celestial bloodline of her opponent.

After a pause, Aaaninja's indifferent voice echoed, his face as expressionless as ever.

"Either. Whatever you prefer. The choice is yours"

He spoke without arrogance, yet his words carried a subtle weight.

It was as if he knew that even if Zephyra demanded a fight to the death, and he emerged victorious, the Celestial race would remain unchallenged at the summit of power.

Zephyra nodded at his reply, her composure unwavering.

"Very well. We'll fight without killing"

Though she had no desire for bloodshed, her resolve was clear.

If her opponent chose to betray this agreement, she would respond in kind.

Above, the Overseer scowled, clicking his tongue in irritation.

'Aren't you two supposed to be the pride of the galaxy? Where is your pride? Fight to the death!'

He thought, frustrated by their restraint.

Zephyra's voice cut through the air again, laced with challenge.

"Won't you open your eyes and fight me, or are you looking down on me?"

Aaaninja's reply came without hesitation, his tone calm and unmoved.

"I don't look down on anyone, nor do I look up to anyone. I simply do not care. If you want me to open my eyes, you'll have to make me"

As if in unspoken agreement, both champions unleashed their auras in an instant.

The ground quaked as their power surged forth, colliding violently in the air.

The clash sent flickers of light and ripples of energy through the air, illuminating the battlefield with flashes of raw, unrestrained might.

In perfect synchronization, a weapon materialized in each of their hands.

Zephyra held a slender, curved blade that shimmered like liquid wind, while Aaaninja's sword radiated an otherworldly glow, its edges as sharp as the stars themselves.

From above, Lucian observed intently, his gaze sharp and calculating.

His nemesis was about to move, and he would watch every motion, every technique, preparing himself for their inevitable clash.

'Let's see what you're truly capable of, Aaaninja'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Lucian thought.

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