Demon's Aura?

"That was a nice attack, but unfortunately you're going to have to try harder if you want to get rid of me!" Khoru said while swinging his arm around with his other hand on his shoulder. His swords were embedded into the ground and a demonic aura surrounded him for a moment before quickly dissipating.

What the hell was that?!

Everyone in the crowd felt a baleful aura surrounding Khoru for a moment.

But it suddenly receded before they could assume any guesses.

The old supreme elder's eyes narrowed as he observed Khoru.

'Hm, so he managed to obtain a low-devil aura, commendable.' He groomed his long beard as he thought to himself.

Khoru ripped his swords out of the stadium and assumed his battle stance. He only had one sword-art, and not even a sword skill but that was all he truly needed.

The power of yin and yang energies were far too destructive in the grand scheme of things.

'If I didn't reach the perfect level of the first stage of my sword art, then I wouldn't have been able to block that attack. Talk about perfect timing...' Khoru snickered to himself as he rushed at Yu Xuen again.

He had already revealed the existence of his low-devil aura, so he didn't intend on prolonging the fight for any longer.

Yu Xuen's expression turned the stiff when he saw Khoru approach him. He grasped his halberd and rushed forward as well, not yielding no matter what!

Khoru jumped to the left and approached Yu Xuen from that side, swinging his swords to the internal link of his sword art. Each attack met the long handle of Yu Xuen's halberd, causing it to vibrate every time.

The air bent every time the swords moved, and it froze every time the halberd pierced forward.

"You won't beat me!" Yu Xuen shouted as his expression turned ugly. He was being forced into a defensive position and only had the opportunity to block Khoru's fierce attacks. Each attack started to feel stronger and stronger, as if it was leading up to something.

"You sure?" Khoru's expression was evil as he connected each hit, weaving his swords through the air. The yin and yang energies on his blades and in the air built up until they reach the breaking point.

SWOOSH-

Yu Xuen felt a deathly cold air sweep past him, it was even colder than the air his halberd produced! His face went pale the moment he felt this, so he tried to run away.

Unfortunately, he had already lost the fight the moment he felt that wind brush past him.

Not only was that wind, but it was bountiful amounts of yin and yang energies that collided and formed a calm wave of air that destroyed everything in front of it!

Yu Xuen flew dozens of meters away and landed onto the ground. His halberd had reverted back to its normal magical state and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood that invoked the worry of the crowd.

"Yu Xuen is actually losing? To the surpeme elder's bastard child? How is this possible?"

"His Martial Spirits aren't that strong even if they are dual spirits. They're only rank 1!"

Many people were shocked and confused when they saw Yu Xuen go flying backward. They felt as if they had placed all their money on a team who won often but lost unexpectedly.

"N-Number 12 has won!" The man near the stadium said. His voice was shaky and he stared in disbelief at Yu Xuen's injured body. None of them could truly believe that Yu Xuen had been beaten like that, at least not by someone who's power was hardly known.

Nobody in the crowd clapped except for one person; Xin Xuan.

She had a bright smile on her face despite most of the people glaring at her with intense hostility.

"I told you to get out of my way. Be grateful that this is a mere competition and not a real fight, or else you'd already be dead." Khoru unsummoned his swords and his tone was filled with chilling coldness. He then walked off the stadium and went back to his original seat where the other competitors stared at him.

Even if they didn't truly like him, Khoru's strength was still admirable.

The courtyard was silent until the supreme elder finally stood up and spoke.

"Someone treat Yu Xuen. Young man, call the next set of competitors." The supreme elder had a faint smile on his face that confused many people.

Was he delighted that Khoru won the match?

But why?

The man quickly scrambled through the container containing the paper slips within and pulled out two paper slips. "Number 13, and Number 10, please enter the stadium."

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard those words.

Khoru's half-sister, Qiu Wei, was number 10. Her surname was the same as Khoru's father's surname, Qiu, but he didn't have that surname despite being apart of the family.

...Somewhat.

He watched in interest as his Qiu Wei and a mysterious person stepped onto the stadium. His sister wore a long black and purple robe, perfect for her gloomy and cold self. Her opponent, who was named Liang Hai, was another woman with dark red hair and sharp teeth.

The fiery-personality type of girl. Her eyes were scarlet as well and she had fair skin that was clothed by dark red clothes. She wore tight red pants that were more like leggings than anything, and a shirt that looked like a mini skirt; it was white.

'This Liang Hai girl is quite interesting looking. I can already guess that she uses the fire element?' Khoru was right on the money. The moment she stepped onto the stage, the crowd went wild.

"Hey, do you remember the kid at the awakening ceremony who awakened Firestorm's Crescent; Liang Jun?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"That's his older sister! They're both twins and they awakened their Martial Spirits one after the other on the exact same day!"

"What is her Martial Spirit? I've never heard of it."

"Me neither, let's find out."