It was now the fourth day of the competition.
The atmosphere in the coliseum was thick with anticipation, the very air buzzing with excitement.
If the first years were unpredictable and the second years methodical, then the third was an entirely different beast.
The third-year students had honed their skills, refined their strategies, and carved their names into the academy's history. They were the best this academy could offer after the mysterious fourth-year students.
And among them stood legends in the making.
"Today's the day," a spectator murmured, leaning forward in their seat. "We finally get to see the real monsters of Originveil in action."
"Yeah! I've been waiting for this since the tournament started," another chimed in. "The second-year matches yesterday were a complete drag. But today? Today's going to be insane."
Talks of the strongest competitors spread like wildfire through the stands.
