Blood-red Angel Armor materialized out of thin air, its dark gold patterns faintly pulsing across the surface.
The armor swiftly separated into a breastplate, shoulder guards, arm guards, and greaves, closing around and fastening itself to his body.
Three long spears silently appeared. The Putlock Main Spear and two Putlock Secondary Spears slowly revolved around Kyle in a triangular formation, their tips leaving faint trails of light through the air.
Holy Flame enveloped the four pairs of Angel Wings, golden sparks continuously drifting from their edges before slowly fading into the air.
On the floating platform, a Seraph saw the three spears and immediately rose from his stone chair. With a wave of his hand, he moved the light screen aside, walked to the railing, rested his hand upon it, and stared unblinkingly at the center of the arena.
The Blue-haired Youth spread his arms, and a suit of silver-white armor emerged over his body. Six Black Spears condensed from illusion into reality, circled around him once, then settled behind him. A longsword radiating a cold gleam slowly appeared and hovered silently in the air.
As the countdown was about to reach zero, the Blue-haired Youth reached out and gripped the longsword. An icy intent instantly swept across the entire Sky Arena.
Kyle raised his hand, and the Putrank Main Spear fell into his palm. Holy Flame continuously spread outward, burning away the icy intent.
In their first exchange, both sides felt the oppressive force emanating from the other.
"Ding—"
Their figures flickered, leaving only afterimages where they had stood.
As flame and frost collided, the ground began to crack, only to restore itself in the next instant.
At this moment, everyone on the floating platforms stopped talking and focused intently on the center of the arena.
The somewhat weaker