"The match begins!"
The referee did not waste any words and immediately announced the start.
However, when he left, the look he gave Lin Xin was filled with bewilderment.
Just as in the scene from Ye Tian's memories.
At the start of the match, Lin Xin tried to talk Sima Xian into withdrawing. After all, mages were universally acknowledged as having the strongest offensive power among the Six Great Temples.
Priests feared assassins most, followed by mages.
Not to mention that Lin Xin was at the fifth step, while Sima Xian was only at the fourth.
Any ordinary priest would have chosen to retreat in the face of such odds, but Sima Xian was a rare breed among priests.
He was called a priest, but in truth, he was a warrior wearing a priest's skin.
After failing to talk him down, Sima Xian took the initiative and launched the first attack.
What followed was a dramatic scene on the arena.
Lin Xin continuously cast defensive magic, while Sima Xian raised that black, thick, long club of his and attacked with ferocious intensity.
His staff swung broadly, flying up and down.
For a time, flames and golden light burst continuously throughout the trial ground, while intense spiritual energy fluctuations roiled across the arena.
"Ye Tian, did I hear that wrong?"
Cai'er asked with slight confusion.
This battle was clearly completely different from what she had expected.
Ye Tian wore an expression of amusement. "You heard correctly. These two are just rather unusual."
As soon as he finished speaking, the battle grew even fiercer.
Sima Xian swung his staff in a relentless assault, while Lin Xin dodged and cast defensive spells at the same time.
One chased, the other fled.
The scene was no different from a game of whack-a-mole.
"Good grief,