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He swung it with a speed that belied its size, smashing into the attackers with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground.

A loud, thunderous crack echoed across the platform as Greenie brought his hammer down on the head of one of the enemies, a tall man with a longsword. The hammer struck with such power that it sent the man's body into the air, his weapon and shield flying away as he crashed into one of his allies, sending them both tumbling down into the abyss below.

Greenie then spun around, using the momentum of his hammer to deliver another devastating blow to the next unfortunate opponent who dared to approach him.

Of course, if an enemy was too close, Greenie would quickly make use of his powerful fists as well, punching them with immense force.

Jin, positioned just behind Tank and Greenie, released a series of controlled explosions along the paths leading to the throne. The blasts disoriented the incoming attackers, making it difficult for them to maintain their footing on the narrow paths. The explosions weren't meant to kill but to disorient and push the attackers back, buying the team precious time.

The result was chaos, with several enemies losing their balance and falling off the platform entirely.

Mia's frost magic continued to wreak havoc on the battlefield, covering the paths with ice that made every step treacherous for the approaching teams. The ice, deceptively thin, was strong enough to support the weight of the enemies and was at first not that slippery, that is until the enemies tried charging at them or jumping.

Those who tried to advance quickly found themselves slipping and stumbling, their attacks losing coordination as they struggled to keep their balance. Mia capitalized on their instability, sending shards of ice hurtling toward them with pinpoint accuracy, freezing them in place, or forcing them to retreat.

Beast, positioned at a vantage point, unleashed a barrage of arrows from his bow. His wind manipulation guided each arrow to its target with unerring precision. The arrows found their marks, striking vital points and disrupting the enemy's advance. His tamed beasts launched themselves at any enemy that managed to get too close, their ferocity adding another layer of defense.

Aelrinder, though his wind manipulation wasn't effective against the golems earlier, used it to its full potential now.

He directed powerful gusts of wind to knock enemies off balance and disrupt their formations, and his spear struck with the speed and precision of a lightning bolt, finding gaps in armor and exploiting them ruthlessly, but when he couldn't, he would just use brute force to stab through the armor itself.

His attacks were swift, leaving the enemies little time to react as he systematically cut down anyone who dared to get close to the throne. Stay connected through empire

Laura, as the team's healer, kept a watchful eye on her comrades. Her demonic energy was used for attacking enemies as well, but she was making sure not to go overboard with it as she knew she needed to preserve it in order to heal them of the injuries they would inevitably suffer from.

After all, they all knew that even though the situation looked incredibly good for them, there was still plenty of time left, and a couple of combatants who Reign and the others had previously noticed and deemed as dangerous had not yet joined the battle.

Those people seemed completely unbothered and not in a hurry, waiting for Reign and the others to tire themselves out more before joining the battle.

As the battle raged on, the other teams found themselves increasingly desperate. They threw everything they had at the Heaven's Hooligans, but the darkness and the unyielding defense made it almost impossible to gain ground. The coordinated attacks, combined with the powerful marks that each member of Heaven's Hooligans had activated, made them a formidable force to overcome.

The Heaven's Hooligans fought with unparalleled coordination, their every move and attack seamlessly integrated into a cohesive defense of the throne. The chaotic onslaught from the other teams was relentless, yet they held their ground with unyielding resolve.

Every attempt by the attackers to breach their defenses was met with a devastating counterattack, leaving the battlefield littered with the fallen.

However, as the minutes ticked by, the situation grew increasingly tense. Despite the overwhelming success of their initial defense, Reign and the others knew that their enemies were not giving up. If anything, they were becoming more desperate, and desperate opponents were often the most dangerous.

"Stay sharp!" Reign called out, his voice steady despite the intensity of the battle. "They're not done yet!"

His words were a warning that came just in time. From the shadows of the battlefield, a group of fighters emerged—combatants who had been holding back, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. These were no ordinary enemies; they were undoubtedly the strongest amongst the people present, the ones who had conserved their strength and waited until the Heaven's Hooligans were fully engaged.

They came from different teams, most of them leaders of their teams, and they had all set their grievances aside and joined together in order to defeat Reign and the others before vying for the throne themselves.

At the forefront was a tall man who stared at Reign and the others as if the darkness didn't hinder his sight at all. He carried a massive spear, and his eyes were locked onto the throne with a single-minded determination that was terrifying in its intensity. The rest were all standing by themselves, positioned at each path, each member exuding a similar aura of confidence and deadly skill.

"Looks like the real challenge is here," Wolf muttered, tightening his grip on his greatsword. The scales on his body shimmered as he prepared for the next wave.

Reign nodded, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the new threat. "We need to be ready for anything. These guys are on a different level."

The powerful group wasted no time. They charged forward with a speed and precision that far outstripped the previous attackers. The dark barrier surrounding the throne was no deterrent to them; they charged at the darkness without hesitation, their movements calculated and purposeful.

Just as they got close, one of them suddenly took action.

He grabbed his long staff and pointed forward as a powerful beam of light came out of the staff, going right above the throne. The beam stopped as a large ball of light was formed, shining down on the darkness that Reign and Shadow had created, diminishing it by no small amount.

The Heaven's Hooligans braced themselves for the impact. The first clash was explosive—literally. Jin, anticipating their approach, unleashed a series of carefully placed explosions designed to disorient and scatter them. But these elite fighters were prepared. They shielded themselves with powerful barriers and skills and continued their advance without faltering at all, their eyes fixed on them.

The battlefield erupted with intense energy as the elite fighters broke through the dark barrier, their combined power illuminating the arena. The Heaven's Hooligans knew they were facing the best of the best—the strongest contenders who had bided their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Now, that moment had come, and the final battle for the Ascendant's Throne was about to begin.

Wolf was the first to engage, his greatsword meeting the spear of the tall man leading the charge. The clash between the two warriors sent shockwaves through the platform, the sheer force of their blows causing the ground beneath them to crack. Wolf's Everlasting flames danced along the edge of his blade, but the spear-wielder was no ordinary opponent.

His spear, wreathed in a swirling vortex of energy, deflected the flames with ease, countering Wolf's every move with precision and power.

"You've got skill," Wolf growled, his voice filled with respect and determination. "But I'm not going down that easily."

"Nor am I," the spear-wielder replied, his voice calm and measured.

As the two clashed, their battle became a dance of deadly strikes and counterstrikes, each warrior pushing the other to their limits.

Meanwhile, Greenie and Tank faced off against two other elite fighters—one wielding a massive warhammer and the other a twin-bladed sword. The warhammer-wielder, a hulking figure with muscles like iron, swung his weapon with devastating force, aiming to crush anything in his path. Tank met him head-on, his dual shields glowing with protective energy as he absorbed the impact of the hammer's blows.

The ground trembled with each strike, but Tank stood firm, his shields unyielding.

"You think you can break through this?" Tank taunted, his voice full of grit. "You've got another thing coming!"

Greenie, on the other hand, faced the twin-bladed swordsman—a lithe, agile fighter who moved with incredible speed. The swordsman weaved through Greenie's attacks, his blades flashing as he aimed for weak points in Greenie's defenses. But Greenie was no slouch; his massive hammer struck the ground with earth-shattering force, sending shockwaves that disrupted the swordsman's rhythm.

Each swing was calculated, aiming not just to hit but to destabilize his opponent.

"You're fast," Greenie acknowledged, his eyes narrowing as he tracked the swordsman's movements. "But can you keep up with this?"

With a roar, Greenie unleashed a powerful swing that sent a shockwave through the air, forcing the swordsman to backflip out of its range. The swordsman landed gracefully, but Greenie was already on him, not giving him a moment to rest.