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"Clap—!"
The instant the announcement to begin fell, Jura suddenly pressed his palms together like a monk, accompanied by a crisp sound.
"Buzzz—!"
With the abrupt onset of a vibration, an incomparably powerful magic power swelled from Jura's body like a raging storm, lifting his monk's robes as it blasted outward in every direction like a violent gale.
Swept up by the wind of magic, clouds of dust began rising from the ground, mixing with the surging gale and spreading out together. In the blink of an eye, they became a sandstorm vortex that continuously spun around Jura at its center.
As a result, half the arena was swiftly engulfed by the whirling sandstorm, throwing even the atmosphere into disarray.
Using nothing but pure magic power, Jura had actually created such a phenomenon.
The sight instantly silenced the uproarious cheers throughout the arena.
Every spectator had been overwhelmed by the powerful magic power rushing toward them, instinctively holding their breath and freezing in place.
It was not only the spectators. Even the powerful mages from the major guilds were stunned by the astonishing magic power surging from the arena, their eyes widening one after another.
Yet even under these circumstances, Jura, standing at the center of the vortex-like sandstorm, had no intention of stopping. He half-crouched, his taut body tensing as veins bulged across his rock-hard face, and let out a heavy roar.
"Roooooar—!"
The roar echoed clearly through the air, making the magic power surging from Jura's body even more astonishing as it swept about continuously like a typhoon.
Noah's robes were already fluttering violently under the wild dust-filled