My Soul card is a Reaper

As the finalists became spectators and stood at a corner of the field instead of resting in the waiting room, Azzy invited the leaders of the Silver clan and Smoke clan to the stage, reminding them of two things.

One: Apart from the tournament rules, soul skills are also not allowed in the friendly spar

Two: The time limit is 100 seconds.

The reason why soul skills are not allowed in the match is because they only show one's power, which is not his aim. Techniques derived from their soul energy are what display their experience and mastery.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers as Ares Silver and Harvard Smoke gracefully flew from the VIP box and landed on the battle platform. Silver Clan and Smoke Clan, together make up almost half of the population in the village. Obviously, a significant portion of the audience would also be from these two clans.

"Shine Bright, Silver Clan" "Shine Bright, Silver Clan"

"Smoke Clan, Burn with Glory" "Smoke Clan, Burn with Glory"

As if they were prepared beforehand, the cheering was quite organized. Azzy never heard of these slogans in the past. So, yeah, it was quite surprising for him.

However, he could understand that they can't cheer with their names. The social hierarchy in the clan prohibits them from speaking their names directly, although that hierarchy only exists for those who lived past 100 years.

Amidst this entire chaotic atmosphere, Ares and Harvard got ready with their Arcana spirits out.

Ares was like a Knight from ancient times, he had a lance in his right hand, his body was covered by shiny armor, and a brown horse below him. His Arcana spirit is considered one of the most unique as from the horse to even the knight's helmet, everything is just one spirit.

On the other hand, Harvard possessed the same Arcana spirit as the guy who defeated Azzy's mom. It is a cauldron, although in pure white color.

As soon as the energy blast from Azzy's palm exploded in the sky, Ares charged forward.

Not many could capture his speed. Before they blinked their eyes, everyone saw Ares' lance strike a white-colored barrier that formed a dome shape around his opponent, as white gaseous substance flowed out of the cauldron and constantly fed to the barrier.

In a matter of ten seconds, Ares would have struck the barrier more than 50 times but every time it gets cracked, it will be repaired by the white gaseous substance.

People couldn't see Ares' face due to the helmet covering his head and the face, but they could feel that he was frustrated.

His emotions were displayed in his words as he mocked the fellow clan leader in a deep voice that stressed each word, "Do you plan on staying in that turtle shell forever, Clan Leader Smoke?"

Harvard calmly put one of his hands in his pant pockets and smirked, "Well, I'm not a warrior, Clan Leader Silver. Why would I bother fighting you head-on?"

"What about Smoke Clan's prestige?" Ares argued.

Harvard replied with a shrug of shoulders, "What about it?

If anything, my clansmen will learn a valuable lesson that offense is never the best defense and they should focus on maximizing their Arcana spirit's ability, instead of chasing on becoming a fighter with their non-compatible Arcana spirit." Although he was replying to his opponent, Harvard Smoke was using a sound technique so that his words reached the ears of several youngsters from his clan, amidst the loud cheering of the audience.

However, not everyone is pleased by his words. Ares Silver felt like he was being mocked instead. After all, it is the Silver clan that brought the quote into the world that popularized everywhere, "Offense is the best defense." "The one who fights is the true Arcana Master"

Flared up by his opponent's reply, Ares Silver controlled the horse to turn around and take a leap to the edge of the concrete platform. He motioned his lance to the back and poured all of his soul energy reserves into it, "Let's see whether your defense is better than my offense, Clan Leader Harvard."

"Don't get too serious, Clan Leader Ares. This is just sparring," replied Harvard, feeling uncomfortable by his opponent's deadly seriousness as the lance's color changed to black. It was the metallic attribute energy that could transform one's Arcana into the most durable known element in the universe, the Adamantium.

Ares didn't respond after that and charged forward; Harvard also hurriedly poured all of his soul energy into a barrier.

The lance and the barrier collided once again, but this time, the barrier couldn't hold off against the attack and broke like glass, giving way to the lance to pierce Harvard's abdomen. "Arghhh…" Ares then raised his opponent with the lance and swung it away. Harvard slid on the floor, almost reaching the corner of the platform.

"ha…"

For a moment, a section of the audience completely went silent, watching their Patriarch in a miserable state on the floor. Ares' horse confidently walked in steady steps toward the fallen opponent, who was seen struggling to get up while grabbing his wound.

Reaching him, he pointed the lance at the enemy's neck, not intending to let him get up, "So, will you yield?"

*Cough* Cough*

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Harvard let out a chuckle, "Do you know that I became the leader of my clan, a century before you?"

"So?"

"Since ancient times, the Smoke clan has followed a simple tradition. The clan heir who manages to defeat the leader of other clans is the final step to becoming the leader of our clan." *cough* cough*

"What are you getting at?" Ares Silver furrowed his brows. He couldn't help but wonder, whether his opponent is trying to waste time to recover some soul energy. Hence, he kept his senses active.

Harvard continued, "Five hundred years ago, I challenged every other clan leader and defeated every time. After being defeated by five clan leaders about 26 times, in the end, I managed to win against Lord Liam Silver, your great-grandfather. Fighting you reminded me of my battles with him, especially the last battle which exactly went the same way as now.

I tricked him into participating in the battle without the use of our soul skills. Although he didn't have the horse you have, Lord Liam used everything in his lance and used his feet to cover our distance in an instant and destroyed the barrier, as well as injuring me in the same spot.

But, it wasn't enough for him. He wants me to say that I'm lost and came near me just like you, pointing his lance at my neck. In the end, he fell into my trap and lost."

"Trap?" Ares' frown deepened. His senses couldn't spot any sealing techniques around and neither did he sense the other party's energy reserves even filled 5%. So, what kind of trap this fellow was talking about? He didn't understand.

It was then Harvard took out a 1-star skill card from his pocket, which had the symbol of. "That's a 1-star skill card, Clan Leader Harvard," Ares felt even more mocked when he saw that. "Do you think I would be harmed by a 1-star skill card, just because I have insufficient soul power to create a barrier?"

Harvard chuckled once again as he poured a minute amount of soul energy into the card. Meanwhile, Ares motioned the lance to push away Harvard from the platform.

All of a sudden, his head went dizzy; the lance fell from his hand, followed by his fall from the horse and crash onto the floor. His Arcana spirit vanished soon, leaving the leader of the Silver clan motionless.

This time, the entire audience went silent, not understanding what happened all of a sudden.

"Ugh… my knees…" Harvard slowly got up, staring pitifully at the unconscious opponent, "Well, this is how your ancestor was also defeated."

"The cauldron vanished and he fell down?" mumbled Azzy as he stared down from the sky. "Chronos, can you clear my confusion?"