While the saptum spears rained but the two duelists being protected by Kimora’s ball of white fire, which was held up by two elders at the level of the arena’s temporary roof, they were unhindered by nature’s adversity. Sweat glistened on their faces, hair sticking to their necks. Both were already breathless, and they were now using their last life. It was the deciding round on who was going up and who was going down.
The audience was excited to see who was going to triumph in the end. The Deathbellow family was on the edge of their seats, praying to the dragon deities that Medakkaru may be able to go over this hurdle and move up on a higher level in the system—just like what they all wished for their youngest. It wouldn’t matter if he would surpass anyone in the Deathbellow House and be
