"I'll fucking end this match in one blow..." Carson growled, a wide grin stretching across his face as he raised his sword high above his head.
"Well, well... Looks like Carson is fired up and ready to give it everything he's got," Tyron commented, smiling as he gracefully leapt off the stage.
"Death is the only truth..." Julius muttered coldly. From beneath his dark, rune-engraved robe, he drew out a human femur bone—bound with totems and radiating eerie magical energy.
"Oh my god... That thing looks downright terrifying," Tyron exclaimed, eyes wide as he turned to the audience. "Looks like Julius isn't here to take any insults from Carson today."
"But, as both of you know..." Tyron added, his voice projecting across the arena, "there are only two rules in these duels. First, you are not allowed to kill your opponent. Second, you may use anything—except forbidden spells and cursed items."
