Waves of black and violet pooled into the surroundings, a powerful Warlord Armor taking shape as one shingle after another snapped into place.
Deng. Deng. Deng.
His power skyrocketed.
BANG!
Pressing a foot down, he accelerated forward as though placed on a railgun. He moved like lightning, his wings flapping once and forming a resonance with the air that seemed to increase the frequency of his beating wings.
He accelerated even faster, and in less than a blink, he was already before Sylas.
There was a flash in Sylas' eyes and the Armor crumbled.
Urolius' face seemed to present itself to his fist.
BANG!
It was little more than a single downward stroke. Sylas' knuckles drove down, cracking against Urolius' skull, this time with so much force that the arena cracked in two, the Thryskai's head being buried deep.
This time, there was silence for a long while before the cheers erupted once again. As though a volcano bubbling over, the world howled in unison with Sylas' victory.
