Dahlia looked down at her robe, which had been sliced clean.
She exhaled once and frowned.
'So be it. If he's stronger than I thought, I need to be serious.'
With one sharp motion, she slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the arena floor.
Underneath, the black combat suit clung tightly, showing her toned arms and the faint lines of her abs.
The crowd gasped.
Even some of the other competitors in the waiting area stood up to get a better look.
Adriel blinked, then threw back his head and laughed.
"Is this your final move? Trying to defeat me with charm?"
His smile turned sharp.
"Sorry, but even if you've got a sexy body, you're too bulky for my taste. I'm going to be charmed."
Dahlia stayed silent, lowering herself into her stance. Her eyes didn't leave his spear.
In the premium seat, Serath chuckled.
"Your disciple has guts. But stripping down won't save her from Adriel's technique."
Garion looked at him and grinned.
