Ancestral Lineage

Chapter 192 Spar Between Brothers.

The crisp morning air carried the distant cries of birds, their calls blending with the excited chatter of the Smith Clan as dawn broke over the stronghold. The first golden rays of sunlight stretched across the land, casting long shadows as the clan members stirred from their homes, their hearts brimming with anticipation.

Children ran through the streets, their laughter ringing out like chimes in the wind, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. Some rode atop small beasts, their tiny figures bouncing with each step of their mounts, while others weaved between the adults, eager to reach their destination.

The adults moved with urgency, some walking briskly while others soared through the air using wind affinities or flickered like shadows, their elemental abilities making travel effortless. Conversations buzzed through the crowd, whispers and excited murmurs growing louder as they all headed toward a single destination—the grand colosseum that towered at the heart of the stronghold.

Massive and ancient, the colosseum stood like a titan of stone and steel, its towering walls etched with battle scars from the countless duels that had taken place within. Rows of stone seating stretched high into the sky, promising a perfect view of the battle to come. The very ground beneath it hummed with old enchantments, powerful runes glowing faintly, their only purpose—to contain battles that could shake the heavens.

As more and more people flooded inside, the air buzzed with speculation.

"Are they really going to fight?" one man asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"They are both Primogenitors. Won't they tear this place apart?" another muttered, his tone a mix of fear and awe.

"I heard the arena has been reinforced just for this," a woman chimed in, her voice laced with excitement.

"Still, will it be enough?"

"It's been years since we've witnessed a battle of this caliber. This will be legendary."

A deep, hushed silence spread for a moment as the weight of the upcoming duel settled over the gathered spectators. Then, with renewed excitement, the crowd surged forward, eager to claim the best seats.

The battle they had all been waiting for was about to begin.

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Inside the grand colosseum, the air was thick with tension and excitement. Thousands of spectators filled the massive stone stands, their voices blending into a low, thunderous hum of anticipation. The arena itself was a vast, open battlefield, its ground covered in smooth, reinforced stone inscribed with ancient runes that pulsed faintly, ready to contain the sheer destructive force of the combatants. Towering walls encircled the battlefield, each embedded with enchantments to prevent damage from spilling into the stands.

High above, banners bearing the insignia of the Smith Clan fluttered in the wind, their deep crimson and gold colors reflecting the clan's might and heritage. A translucent dome of energy shimmered into existence above the colosseum, the work of powerful formations designed to keep the battle contained—an unspoken reminder of just how intense this fight was expected to be. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

The audience was alive with restless energy.

"I can't believe I'm about to see this with my own eyes," a young warrior whispered, gripping the stone railing in front of him.

"This isn't just a spar. It's a clash between monsters," an older man muttered, his gaze sharp with expectation.

Parents held their children close, their expressions wavering between awe and anxiety. Even the seasoned warriors in attendance, those who had seen countless battles, found their hands tightening into fists, their bodies leaning forward in their seats.

A sudden pulse of energy rippled through the air, drawing a collective gasp from the crowd. The arena trembled slightly, responding to the presence of those who had just stepped onto the battlefield.

"They're here," someone breathed, barely audible over the growing roar of the audience.

All eyes turned toward the entrance tunnels, where shadows stretched long across the arena floor. The battle was about to begin.

Then—

BOOM!

Without missing a beat, Ethan delivered a devastating sidekick to Trevor's chest, sending him flying across the battlefield once more. Trevor crashed into the colosseum wall, the impact causing the entire structure to shake. Dust and stone crumbled around him, but instead of falling, he used the momentum to push off the wall, launching himself back at Ethan at breakneck speed.

Their battle resumed in mid-air, a blur of strikes, kicks, and counters that sent shockwaves in every direction. Trevor unleashed a barrage of clawed strikes, his movements unpredictable and beast-like, but Ethan countered each one with precision, his alchemic tattoos glowing faintly as his instincts guided him.

Trevor went for a heavy downward strike, his claws crackling with raw power, but Ethan redirected the force with a swift parry, twisting his opponent's wrist before landing a brutal spinning backfist to his jaw. The impact sent Trevor spiraling, but he barely touched the ground before lunging forward once again.

This time, Ethan didn't dodge.

Trevor's fist connected squarely with his chest, and for a moment, everything went still.

Then—

BOOM!

The sheer force sent Ethan flying, his body carving a trench across the battlefield as he crashed into the ground. The audience roared in excitement, the vampires among them howling in appreciation for the raw display of strength.

Trevor cracked his neck, shaking his hand from the impact. "Damn, you're built like a wall, bro. That should've at least broken a rib."

Ethan smirked as he got up, brushing the dust from his chest. "Too bad. Looks like you're still not hitting hard enough."

Trevor grinned, his fangs glinting under the sunlight. "Oh, is that so?"

Then he disappeared.

A whirlwind of crimson energy surrounded Ethan as Trevor reappeared behind him, his leg swinging in a roundhouse kick that carried the force of a hurricane. Ethan barely managed to block, his forearms bracing against the impact, but the force still sent him sliding backward, his feet carving deep trenches into the stone floor.

Before he could fully recover, Trevor flashed forward again, this time unleashing a flurry of rapid punches, each one aimed at Ethan's vital points. Ethan dodged and blocked with masterful footwork, countering with swift palm strikes that forced Trevor to adjust his stance.

They moved as one, neither gaining the upper hand, their battle a perfect storm of attack and defense.

Then, in an instant, Ethan changed the rhythm.

He ducked low, dodging a high kick from Trevor, and delivered a brutal uppercut that lifted Trevor clean off the ground. Before Trevor could react, Ethan twisted his body and followed up with a spinning axe kick that sent his opponent crashing into the ground with an earth-shattering boom.

The ground trembled. The audience gasped.

Trevor groaned, wiping blood from his lips as he sat up, laughing. "Alright, alright! That one actually hurt."

Ethan rolled his shoulders. "Still wanna keep going?"

Trevor grinned despite his bruises. "Hell yeah. But let's crank it up a notch. No more holding back."

Ethan smirked, golden energy flickering around his body. "Fine by me. Just don't start crying when I kick your ass."

Trevor cracked his knuckles, his crimson aura burning brighter. "Bring it on, bro."

The battle was far from over.