Everyone watching outside the hall doors stared intently at the sight, their faces filled with respect and amazement.
"That fellow Nameless's elemental mark looks just like Tonyson's, doesn't it? Has he entered the willful realm too?"
"Impossible! How could that be? Tonyson is the youngest willful realm Elementalist the Holy Temple has ever had. At only twenty-four, he's a genius among geniuses. Even Lord Viscount Soxia only entered that realm eight years ago, when he was forty. How could anyone younger than Tonyson possibly reach it?"
"Not necessarily. Anyone invited here and allowed to compete is beyond the likes of us. Besides, Nameless matched Tonyson in their first contest and won the second without much effort."
"This really is astonishing. The elemental aura they're giving off is so dense-stronger than that of an Elementalist I once saw with my own eyes."
The crowd buzzed with discussion, every remark revealing their feelings and thoughts.
Ma Linya and Yenaier remained silent, both watching the two men inside the hall with absolute concentration. Their hopes and worries were much alike, though not entirely the same.
Sensing elemental power pouring from his opponent with an intensity no weaker than his own, Tonyson finally showed a rare look of shock. At least until this moment, he had never realized that the young man Yenaier favored so highly possessed such formidable strength.
Yes. This aura belongs to the willful realm, without a doubt. As that thought sounded in his mind, his surroundings suddenly felt like a dream in which only he and his opponent existed, everything else a splendid but unreal illusion.
Whoosh! Golden light burst from Tonyson's palm, forming a huge fist the size of a millstone that shot toward his opponent.
That fist of energy held enough power to kill ten buffalo standing in