Bab 571: Let Her Cook

The Imperial Arena was filled with excitement as tens of thousands of spectators filled the stands. Their cheers and shouts echoed off the stone walls.

In the center of the grand stage, two competitors stood facing each other. Their auras clashed even before the battle had begun.

On one side stood the Storm Archer. She was a tall, lean figure in a sleek, dark green tunic. Her bow shimmered with arcs of crackling lightning and the air around her charged with the electric energy that danced along her drawn bowstring.

Opposite her, the light-attribute Sword Mage stood with calm confidence. His light armor shimmered under the gentle sunlight. He held his long, gleaming blade imbued with the pure essence of light. As he raised his sword, the sunlight intensified, refracting off the blade to cast a brilliant light. The crowd gasped in awe, some shielding their eyes from the dazzling display.