Leon continued moving from one match to the next without slowing down.
There was no tension, no hesitation, and no sense of danger.
Every battle ended the same way: a single spell or a single skill. Sometimes even a casual swing of his weapon. That was all it took.
His opponents never stood a chance.
Some tried to rush him the moment the fight began. Others attempted to prepare defenses, activate buffs, or use clever positioning.
A few even tried to talk, hoping to intimidate him or stall for time.
None of it mattered. Leon crushed them all.
Fire consumed some before they could take three steps. Shadows swallowed others whole.
A handful were cut down so fast they did not even understand what had happened.
The arena cycled again and again, and each time, Leon emerged untouched.
Eventually, the familiar sound echoed once more.
Ding!
[You have won your ninth match.]
Leon let out a small breath and smiled. This was it.
The next battle would be the last one.
