บท 775: Prime Disciple Competition: Final Battle on the Spire

The unsettling calm that had fallen over the Spire was interrupted only by the heavy breathing of the remaining fighters. They formed a semi-circle around Mira, sizing her up, their intentions clear.

While some were impressed by Mira's prowess, others were convinced that her triumph over the Thunderdrake was but a fluke or that she had exhausted her energy in the process.

A lean, heavily tattooed man from the Profound Elements Sect stepped forward, his fingers sparking with flickering flames. "Impressive show, Mira," he sneered. "But that was just a warm-up. Ready for round two?"

His words were met with smirks and nods of agreement from the rest. The silent understanding was that they would combine forces, at least temporarily, to take Mira down.

Yet Mira stood unfazed, her eyes cold, analyzing each of the opponents in front of her.

"Come, then," she whispered, her voice chillingly calm, as a frosty aura enveloped her.