"Madwomen!" Ghost Princess cursed under her breath, bitterly frustrated.
Anger surfaced in her bottomless eyes, and her purple-black lips pressed together.
"This is only the first round of the melee!"
"And you're using Emperor Arts already?!"
Emperor Arts! They were Emperor Arts!
They were supreme techniques. Outside, an Emperor Art could draw in energy without end to sustain itself, but this was the Emperor Path Battlefield!
Even an Emperor Art could not absorb energy from outside to replenish itself here!
That meant using one even once consumed an enormous amount of strength!
Here, every bit spent was gone for good!
"Do you understand that once you use an Emperor Art, there's no turning back?"
"There's still a second round, a third... maybe even a fourth!"
"If you exhaust your Origin in the first round, what will you fight with afterward?!"
Ghost Princess's voice echoed across the battlefield, its icy edge carrying a rare urgency.
"Two madwomen."
"Are you... truly not afraid you won't have enough left for the later rounds?"
The Twelve-Winged Seraph had lost his rhythm too.
"What... what are they thinking?"
The Golden Dragon King tightened his grip on his dragon spear, but his voice held a weight it had never carried before.
"Fighting with everything they have in the first round... it makes no sense!"
"Don't they know this is only the beginning?"
The Six Realms' powerhouses erupted into an uproar.
"They've gone mad... completely mad!"
"Do they know how much an Emperor Art consumes?"
"And they're using them in the first round!"
"What are they trying to do? Don't they want to win the later rounds?"
"Do you think it's possible the human and immortal realms still have a trump card?"
At those words, the uproar fell silent. Everyone looked at one another.
Another... trump card?