Thus, a fierce battle unfolded between the three. Though Ze'Chion's body was enormous, he had lost none of his agility, constantly weaving across the battlefield as the sharp blade in his hand flashed with cold light and relentlessly struck at Diablo and Benimaru.
Diablo refused to be outdone. Terrifying magic power swirled around him, and every swing of his claws was accompanied by an eruption of magic power.
Benimaru's entire body burned with crimson flames, and the temperature around him rose at an astonishing rate, as though it would set the entire arena ablaze.
The Crimson Lotus in his hand was like a reaper's scythe, each swing carrying enough force to split the earth.
At this point, all three had truly become serious.
Every move they made possessed the power to easily kill a Demon Lord Seed, yet such power was merely a casual attack in this battle.
None of the three held back in the slightest. It could be said that every move was aimed at the other's vital points.
After all, in their view, one naturally had to use one's full strength in battle, even in a spar.
There was a saying that put it well.
The greatest respect one could show an opponent was to go all out in battle!
Besides, there was also the fact that a battle of this level simply made holding back impossible.
The three were evenly matched in strength, and the slightest opening would become the reason for their defeat in the very next second.
Thus, the three on the arena could all be said to be giving it their all.
Below the arena.
In the spectator stands.
"Th-this is way too outrageous, isn't it?!"
Watching the arena, already filled with crimson, pitch-black, and purple-black magicules that continuously erupted, Gobta opened his