Nameless King

Both fighters had already used an enormous amount of energy, but so far, all they could achieve was an expansion of the Colosseum and a lot of destruction that quickly returned to normal.

Their fight had a strange sequence, as first Zandar returned to Odvar his attack, now Odvar absorbed the massive dark sphere and turned it into a deadly ray of white plasma.

Zandar was one of the most skilled fighters that existed, so it only took one glance for him to realize that this ray would burn him to the ground.

Tremble.

His aura intensified as his dark armor turned into a thick darkness that quickly traveled to his arm and formed a long spear with a purple blade.

At the same time, the ray reached him as Zandar swung the spear. The tip of the weapon made contact with the ray as it began to absorb energy, however, the ray's power was too great, so the spear gradually began to melt as clots of darkness fell to the ground.

"Unbelievable..." Zandar uttered with a calm look as he swung his left arm, "Odvar, you actually managed to make me do this... Looks like our fight will be more interesting than I thought."

Tremble.

Zandar's eyes sparkled as he stepped forward. He used his Form, and five dark rings with different runes appeared on his hand, nothing else happened.

"Hmm... What an unusual Form..." Osvald muttered with a thoughtful look while rubbing his chin.

"Five rings, and that's it...?" Wain spoke as he raised an eyebrow in a confusion.

"Don't underestimate him." Sven said in a serious voice, "Maybe his Form isn't as flashy as the others, but that just means there's great power hidden in each of his rings."

Whoooooooosh.

Immediately after his words, as though Zandar had heard Sven, two of the five rings glowed brightly. Then, the spear began to change, it became longer, sharper, and much larger as the blade exuded thick darkness.

Zandar swung the spear as it reflected the ray sideways. A white plasma flew over his head and crashed into the barrier of the Colosseum, instantly penetrating every layer. Ray flew further and exploded hundreds of meters later.

The blast was so powerful that it shook space as white flames temporarily engulfed everything around it that made Odvar's wings shine even brighter.

Crackle.

The spear in Zandar's hand shattered into tiny shards, as did the two rings he used.

Zandar looked at his hand and with a thoughtful look muttered, "I only have three trump cards left... Well, if you can strip me of them, I simply have no chance of winning."

"Huh, I'll definitely do it!" Odvar spoke with a confident smile on his face while trying to get his breath back to normal.

"Fine, then I'll use one of those right now." Zandar nodded in a calm way before raising her left hand slightly with a deadly gaze.

Crackle.

The third ring shattered as a massive stream of dark flame burst from it that turned into another spear, however, it was completely different from the previous one.

The spear was very thin with a flat blade, but it was not it that was the main weapon, it was the dark flame that emanated from it in tremendous volumes. Fire could cause a fire or even melt the earth, but this flame had very different capabilities.

Zandar swung his spear lightly as though getting used to its weight and the tip of the blade touched the ground, then the land beside him was covered in a thin layer of ice that like a spider's web spread sideways.

"Ice...? Damn, I completely forgot that fire can be hot as well as cold." Wain muttered with a curious look.

"Yeah. According to one version, it's also not hot in hell at all, on the contrary, many people think it's incredibly cold, though I think either version is correct since fire is multifaceted." Sven said as a slight smile appeared on his face and shrugged.

Whoooooosh.

Zandar's silhouette blurred as he sprinted toward Odvar. He was moving very fast while a trail of thick ice remained behind him.

"Was that one of your trump cards? Ahahahaha, don't make me laugh!" Odvar exclaimed in an arrogant way before clapping his hands together.

The shockwave from the clap mixed with the golden flames of the gloves as the stream of fire came down on Zandar. However, Zandar had no intention of retreating he just used another ring as a shield of dark flame appeared before him, and the temperature next to him dropped sharply below zero.

Gold fire tried to break through the shield as cracks appeared on it. Parts of the shield slowly broke away, but it was enough to allow Zandar to reach his opponent safely.

Whoooooooosh.

Zandar tossed what has left of the shield aside and with an ice-cold look swung his spear from top to bottom, and collapsed it at Odvar.

Odvar's pupils narrowed as a shudder rippled through his body. He reacted as quickly as he could as he put his arms out in front of him and covered himself with wings like a shield.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The blade of the spear went through his right wing and arm as it sank deeply into Odvar's shoulder.

"Not bad, but not enough to defeat me." Zandar whispered as though the ghost that brought death with his voice before pulling out the spear.

Whoooooosh.

The right-wing flew off to the side with his arm as a stream of blood whipped from the wide wound on his shoulder.

"Argh!!!" Odvar exclaimed in pain with a face contorted with agony as he grabbed his shoulder with his other hand.

Losing a wing was more painful for an Angel than having all the nerves in his body ripped out without anesthesia. It might even make many Angels lose consciousness.

Odvar's face struck fear into all onlookers as they were made to be hurt by the mere sight of him.

"This is the end." Zandar said as his last ring developed, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand.

The blade quickly approached Odvar's head, and suddenly his pained expression changed to a devious smile.

"Huh, I disagree. You lose!" Odvar exclaimed as cracks appeared on his crown.