A different kind of tension settled over the viewing areas as Abel stepped into the jungle clearing. Unlike the previous participants who had each brought specialized approaches to the challenge, Abel moved with the calculated confidence of someone who had spent years developing a more comprehensive fighting philosophy.
"Now this should be interesting," a voice called from the spectator gallery. "The tactical genius of the twin brothers."
"I've heard he can analyze an opponent's weaknesses within minutes," another spectator added with anticipation.
Abel's weapon choice reflected his methodical nature - a versatile longsword that could serve equally well for offense or defense, paired with a reinforced buckler that gleamed with protective enchantments. His aura manifested as deep crimson energy that seemed more controlled and focused than the wild displays some previous participants had shown.
"Expert rank, like his brother," Jully observed from the participant area.
"But completely different fighting philosophy," someone else noted. "Where Kai relies on overwhelming aggression, Abel uses calculated precision."
The Brelgorn studied this new opponent with evident interest, its golden eyes taking in details that had allowed it to counter four previous challengers. But something about Abel's posture, his movement patterns, the way he held his weapons, seemed to give the ancient guardian pause.
From the spectator areas, excited whispers began building as people recognized the significance of this matchup.
"Finally, someone with the rank to potentially challenge that thing."
"If anyone can find its weaknesses, it's Abel Ackerman."
Abel didn't rush into combat or attempt to intimidate through displays of raw power. Instead, he began moving in a slow circle around the creature, his enhanced senses analyzing everything from its stance to the way its sigils pulsed with contained energy.
"He's studying it," an observant spectator noted. "Look at his eyes - he's cataloging every detail."
"Smart approach," another voice agreed. "Learn first, attack second."
The Brelgorn allowed this examination to continue for nearly a minute, seeming almost curious about what this methodical opponent might discover that his predecessors had missed. When it finally moved, the attack came with the same devastating speed that had overwhelmed earlier challengers.
But Abel was ready.
His longsword came up in a perfect defensive position that didn't just block the creature's massive fist - it redirected the force at an angle that threw the Brelgorn slightly off-balance. In the same motion, his buckler swept toward what he had identified as a weak point in the creature's defensive posture.
The shield's edge struck the intersection of two major sigils on the creature's forearm, disrupting the energy flow just enough to create a momentary gap in its enhanced durability.
Abel's sword thrust followed immediately, finding the gap he had created and opening the first significant wound any participant had managed to inflict. Crimson blood sprayed across the jungle floor as the Brelgorn staggered backward, genuine surprise flickering in its ancient eyes.
"He hurt it!" someone shouted from the spectator gallery. "Actually hurt it!"
"First real damage we've seen," another voice confirmed with excitement.
"Look at the creature's posture," an experienced observer noted. "It's not just surprised - it's... concerned."
What followed was combat that elevated the entire trial to a new level of technical sophistication.
Abel fought with a combination of tactical intelligence and technical skill that forced the Brelgorn to reveal capabilities it had kept in reserve during previous encounters. His sword work was flawless, each strike calculated to exploit weaknesses he had identified during his initial analysis. His buckler wasn't just defensive - it became an offensive weapon that disrupted the creature's attack timing while creating openings for his blade.
"This is incredible," someone breathed from the viewing area. "He's actually forcing that thing to fight seriously."
"Look at how he's positioning each attack," a tactical expert in the crowd observed. "He's not just trying to win individual exchanges - he's building toward something larger."
The Brelgorn's sigils began glowing more brightly as it drew deeper from the reconstructed temple's power sources. Its speed increased beyond what should have been possible for something of its size, and its tactical intelligence reached levels that suggested genuine strategic thinking rather than mere pattern recognition.
But Abel matched each escalation with innovations of his own. When the creature's enhanced speed threatened to overwhelm his defenses, he used his buckler to create defensive screens that forced it to attack from predictable angles. When its increased power made direct confrontation impossible, he shifted to a more mobile fighting style that used the jungle environment to his advantage.
For nearly fifteen minutes, he maintained this sophisticated combat approach, landing several more significant strikes while avoiding the kind of devastating hit that had ended previous trials.
From the spectator galleries, the excitement was building to fever pitch.
"He's actually winning!"
"I've never seen anything like this!"
"The creature looks... tired?"
But then the Brelgorn's eyes blazed with something that transcended mere combat intelligence, and everyone understood that the real fight was just beginning.
The creature's sigils flared with energy that made the air itself shimmer with heat distortion. When it moved next, the speed was beyond anything it had displayed before - not just faster, but moving in ways that seemed to bend the fundamental laws of physics.
Abel's defensive positioning, which had served him so well throughout the extended engagement, suddenly proved inadequate against an opponent that could approach from multiple angles simultaneously. His buckler intercepted the first attack, his sword deflected the second, but the third struck him in the ribs with enough force to crack bone and launch him across the clearing.
He hit the ground hard but managed to roll back to his feet, blood streaming from his mouth but his crimson eyes still burning with analytical focus.
"He's getting back up," someone gasped from the crowd.
"After a hit like that?"
Abel raised his weapons again, his stance showing the effects of his injuries but his determination unshaken. For a moment, it seemed like the fight might continue.
Then the Brelgorn moved again, and this time there was no defense possible.
The creature's final combination was a masterpiece of controlled violence that demonstrated why it had earned its position as a temple guardian. Abel's weapons were swept aside, his defensive options exhausted, and his enhanced durability overcome through the simple application of overwhelming, precisely applied force.
When the medical team reached him, he was unconscious but alive, having pushed an Expert-rank guardian further than any previous challenger.
"Exceptional performance," Khan announced, genuine respect evident in his voice. "Abel demonstrated the kind of tactical brilliance and adaptive capability that marks a true warrior. His defeat required the creature to reveal abilities it has not needed to use in decades."
From the spectator galleries, applause echoed through the chamber - respectful recognition of a performance that had elevated the entire trial.
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The atmosphere in the viewing areas shifted as Jully stepped into the jungle clearing. As the final participant before the two most anticipated challengers, she carried the weight of representing not just her own capabilities, but the strategic intelligence that had earned her a place among the family's most promising fighters.
"The strategist," someone called from the spectator gallery. "If anyone can outthink that creature, it's her."
"But can intelligence overcome that much of a physical disadvantage?" another voice wondered.
Jully's approach was unlike any of her predecessors. Her primary weapon was a staff that could extend and contract through mana manipulation, allowing for rapid shifts between close and long-range combat. More unusually, she carried a collection of small devices that looked more like tools than traditional weapons.
"What are those things she's carrying?" a curious spectator asked.
"Mana-tech devices," an informed voice answered. "Trap mechanisms, enhancement tools, battlefield manipulation equipment. She's turned preparation into an art form."
Her aura manifested as pale blue energy that seemed more focused on enhancement and efficiency than raw power projection. At Expert rank, her energy signature was refined and controlled, suggesting someone who had learned to maximize effectiveness rather than simply increasing output.
The Brelgorn studied this new opponent with what might have been genuine curiosity. After facing strength, precision, stealth, and tactical brilliance, it seemed interested to discover what approach this final challenger would bring to their encounter.
Jully didn't waste time with dramatic positioning or intimidation attempts. Instead, she immediately began deploying her various devices around the jungle clearing, each one placed with obvious strategic purpose.
"She's setting up a battlefield," an observant spectator noted. "Look at the positioning - those devices are creating overlapping fields of effect."
"Trap network," someone else confirmed with growing interest. "She's not planning to fight the creature directly - she's planning to control the engagement entirely."
From the crowd, excited murmurs built as people began to understand the sophistication of her approach.
"I've never seen anything like this in family trials."
"Is this even legal under the combat rules?"
"If it's not forbidden, it's permitted," Khan's voice carried from his observation position. "Adaptability and innovation are essential qualities for exploration team members."
When Jully's preparation was complete, she activated her staff's extension mechanism and settled into a defensive stance that placed her at the center of her device network. The various tools she had deployed began humming with contained energy, creating a complex web of magical effects that covered the entire jungle clearing.
"Now this should be interesting," a spectator commented. "Intelligence versus experience, preparation versus adaptation."
The Brelgorn's first attack revealed immediately how Jully's approach differed from all previous attempts. As the creature moved toward her position, it triggered the first of her deployed devices - a mana disruption field that interfered with the energy flows powering its enhanced capabilities.
The effect wasn't devastating, but it was noticeable. The creature's movement slowed slightly, its sigils dimmed, and for the first time in any trial, it seemed to experience something approaching physical limitation.
"She's weakening it," someone gasped from the viewing area. "Actually reducing its capabilities."
But the Brelgorn's adaptive intelligence proved equal to this new challenge. Instead of continuing its direct approach, it began testing the boundaries of Jully's device network, probing for weaknesses in her carefully constructed defensive system.
What followed was perhaps the most intellectually fascinating combat display any of them had witnessed.
Jully fought like a general commanding a technological army, using her devices to channel, redirect, and limit the creature's options while her staff work kept it from closing to devastating range. Each of her tools served a specific tactical purpose - some disrupted the Brelgorn's enhanced abilities, others created barriers that forced it into predictable movement patterns, still others provided Jully with enhanced awareness of the creature's positioning and intentions.
"This is brilliant," an expert strategist in the crowd observed. "She's not trying to outfight the creature - she's trying to out-think it."
"Look how frustrated it's getting," someone else noted. "For the first time, it can't simply adapt and overwhelm its opponent."
For nearly twenty minutes, Jully maintained this sophisticated defensive approach, using her preparation and intelligence to control an encounter against a physically superior opponent. Her staff work was technically sound, her device management was flawless, and her tactical thinking showed genuine strategic genius.
But the Brelgorn possessed centuries of experience dealing with challenges that couldn't be overcome through simple application of force.
The creature began systematically dismantling Jully's device network, not through random destruction, but through targeted attacks that disrupted the energy flows connecting her various tools. Each device it eliminated reduced the effectiveness of her entire system, creating cascading failures that slowly but inevitably eroded her tactical advantages.
"It's learning the system," someone observed with growing concern from the spectator area.
"Adapting faster than she can compensate," another voice added grimly.
When the Brelgorn finally made its decisive move, the end came not through overwhelming violence but through tactical superiority that matched Jully's own strategic brilliance.
It feinted toward one of her remaining devices, drawing her attention and positioning to counter what appeared to be another systematic elimination of her tools. But the real attack came from an entirely different angle, exploiting a gap in her defenses that had been created by the loss of her disruption network.
Jully's staff work remained technically perfect even as her defensive system collapsed around her, but without her technological advantages, she simply couldn't match the creature's physical capabilities for long enough to find a new tactical solution.
The final strike was almost gentle by the standards set in previous trials - a precise impact that rendered her unconscious without causing the kind of devastating injuries that had marked other defeats.
"Remarkable," Khan announced as medical teams moved to assist the fallen strategist. "Jully demonstrated innovation and tactical intelligence that forced our guardian to reveal problem-solving capabilities rarely displayed. Her approach represents exactly the kind of adaptive thinking our exploration teams require."
From the spectator galleries, respectful applause echoed through the chamber. They had witnessed six different approaches to an impossible challenge, each one pushing both participants and observers to new understanding of what combat at this level truly required.
"Six down," Abel said quietly from his position on a medical stretcher, his injuries not preventing him from observing the conclusion of Jully's trial.
The Brelgorn returned to the center of the clearing, its golden eyes now scanning the remaining participants with what might have been genuine anticipation. It had faced power, precision, stealth, tactical brilliance, strategic innovation, and adaptive intelligence.
The most dangerous trials were yet to come - and everyone present understood that the creature they would face in those final encounters had been educated by six different approaches to combat, making it more formidable than ever.