My Dragon King System

Chapter 395 395: Edging Towards The End(Finale)

One beam slipped past his defense and struck him at the shoulder. He grunted in pain but didn't stop moving.

Another beam caught his leg. He staggered but remained standing.

Then Thamoryn descended from above and released a final, concentrated blade of light aimed directly at his chest.

Tzar raised his sword and blocked it, but the force of the impact drove him to one knee.

Thamoryn landed on the ground in front of him, breathing hard. She raised her hand, preparing to finish the fight.

But before she could act, Oberon appeared beside her in a flash of white lightning.

His presence was sudden, and Thamoryn barely had time to register it.

Oberon's fist, charged with white lightning, drove into Tzar's side with devastating force.

The combined assault was too much and Tzar's sword fell from his hand as he collapsed to the ground.

A flash of light consumed him and with that the supreme Asura was eliminated.

Thamoryn turned towards Oberon for a second, smiled and nodded.

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On other side of the arena, Ursula's celestial beams had finally broken through the defenses of Queen Selene.

The Zahka queen had been forced into a defensive position for several minutes now. She dodged and deflected as best she could, but the beams were relentless.

Ursula raised both hands higher, and the magic circles around her multiplied. Dozens of beams shot forward, converging on Selene from every angle.

Selene raised her katana and took a deep breath. Her grip on the blade tightened, and her eyes narrowed with focus.

"Shippu Senjin," she whispered.

Her blade glowed with a faint blue light, and in a single motion, she delivered one thousand slashes.

The air itself seemed to split apart as her blade moved faster than the eye could follow. Each slash created a visible arc of wind that cut through the incoming celestial beams, dispersing them before they could reach her.

The display was breathtaking. The crowd gasped as the thousand slashes filled the air with a storm of wind and light.

But Ursula didn't stop. She poured more magic into her circles, and the beams grew even stronger.

Selene's technique was powerful, but it couldn't last forever. Her arms began to shake from the strain, and her breathing grew heavier.

One beam slipped through and struck Selene's shoulder. She gasped in pain but kept moving, her blade still flashing through the air.

Another beam caught her in the side. She staggered but didn't fall.

Then a third beam struck her torso.

Selene's katana fell from her hand, but before the elimination could trigger, Oberon appeared behind her in a blur of white lightning.

His fist, charged with lightning, struck her in the back.

Selene's eyes went wide, and she collapsed forward.

A flash of light consumed her and she was eliminated.

The King Of Dragonhold was taking any and every single opening and opportunity he got.

The arena fell silent for a moment.

Then the lesser god raised his hand. "Dragonhold wins!"

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

Oberon stood in the center of the arena, breathing hard. White lightning still crackled faintly around his body, but the strain was visible on his face.

Thamoryn walked over to him, clutching her wounded shoulder. Blood dripped from the cut, but she was still standing.

Ursula dismissed her magic circles and joined them. She was breathing heavily, and sweat dripped down her face.

All three of them were exhausted, but they had won.

From the Dragonhold section, the champions shot to their feet, shouting and applauding. Katherine grinned wide, and Piers clapped his hands together. Talen nodded in approval. Kayden had his arms crossed, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

From the Zahka section, the champions sat in respectful silence. They had lost, but there was no shame in it. Their fighters had given everything.

Queen Selene, now back in the stands, watched the Dragonhold champions with a faint smile. "They were strong."

Tzar, who sat beside her, nodded. His body was still recovering from the strain of the Eighth Gate, but his expression was calm. "They were."

——

The champions of Dragonhold made their way back through the gates, and the crowd continued to cheer. The noise was deafening, and the energy in the colosseum was electric.

Oberon walked at the front, his expression calm but satisfied. Thamoryn walked beside him, and Ursula followed behind.

As they passed through the gates and into the tunnel leading back to their section, Oberon finally allowed himself to exhale.

"That was harder than I expected," he said.

Thamoryn nodded. "Tzar was strong. That technique of his nearly turned the fight around."

Back in the arena, the crowd began to settle. The excitement was still high, but the day's battles were over.

Adam rose from his seat and spoke, his voice echoing across the colosseum.

"Tomorrow, the final battle of Stage Two will begin. Dragonhold will face Xathia. The victor will advance to Stage Three."

The crowd murmured in anticipation.

"Prepare yourselves," Adam said. "Tomorrow will decide the fate of this war."

Then he sat back down, and the colosseum began to empty.

——

That evening, in the Dragonhold hall, the champions gathered once more.

Oberon stood at the head of the table, his expression serious. The room was quiet as everyone waited for him to speak.

"Tomorrow, we face Xathia," he said. "And Syra."

The room grew even quieter.

Oberon continued. "I don't need to tell you how dangerous she is. You've all seen what she can do. But we're going to win."

He looked around the table, meeting each person's eyes in turn.

"We've come this far. We're not stopping now."

The champions nodded.

Oberon sat down, and the meeting began.

They had one day to prepare.

And they intended to make it count.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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A/N:

Hi guys, this volume would soon be coming to an end. Then we go come back to finishing up the rest of the plot with the Herrschers!

Thank you for following up to this point.