"You did good," I said to her as Elina sat beside me with a sad smile on her face. She had lost the battle, the first since she begins fighting in the Championship.

Till now, in the Top 1000, she had fought the Ninety Eight battles and won Ninety Seven of them, except for losing only one battle, she won all the battles she had fought.

"I feel like if I had given my all, I would have won against him," Elena said softly. "It is a strategic defeat; fighting with all the strength would have given all of all the intelligence they need, and that would help them against you in the next round," Professor Jenkins said.

Elena softly nodded and looked ahead.

Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but sigh. She had fought her opponent for forty minutes, fighting him; she used quite a bit of her power but not all; when it became imminent for her that it would be hard to win the battle, she begins losing.

Though there are chances that she might able to win the battle, she decided not to take the risk. With her winning the ninety-seven battle, her entry into the Top 100 is fixed; she did not need to reveal more than she needed.

In the Top 100, she will have to give her all to advance; unlike the Top 1000, in the Top 100, you can't afford to lose any battle; losing means thrown out of the Championship.

Her decision was sound; revealing too much would have helped her opponent of 100; if I had been in her place, I would have made the same decision. 

"Remember our real target," I said and took her hands into mine; her sad face brightened up little, and she nodded.

Buzz!

The box remained silent for few minutes when suddenly everyone's eyes light up, especially mine, as it is time for me to fight my last battle of Top 100 against the most powerful participant of my group.

Reagen Hartford!

"Micheal, accept defeat if defeating means revealing too much," Professor Jenkins advised.

"Ok," I said and walked out of the box; Professor did not advise this to Elena, not trusting me to accept defeat when it is time. I can't say I could blame her; when the battle is tough, I have a hard time giving it up.

Ive already decided that I have to win the Championship and to do that, I will have to make some hard decisions.

I flew toward the ring under the gazes of millions of audience; even after doing this for hundred times, I still feel intimidated by such a huge crowd, but I have become a lot better at controlling my nerves.

Thud!

I landed on the ring opposite my opponent, who had already reached the ring a few seconds earlier. She is now looking at with her intense brown eyes.

Reagen is a tall black woman with a lithe figure; she is as tall as me. She is from Bloodsun and belongs to the Hartford family, a family of swordsmen, duelists to be exact.

There is one amazing thing about Reagan that she is the only person in special of Supremes that does not have Apex Inheritance or Bloodline. She has normal Inheritance, but this Inheritance is quite special; it is designed by the Ancestor who once been a leader of Bloodsun.

This Inheritance is quite special as it only worked on the Hartford Family, and it gives them similar power akin to Apex Inheritance.

"Micheal," She said white, nodding her head, "Reagan," I said and nodded back; there is no need to say much; we both know what we want and will try our hardest to get it.

3,2,

The contain down started, but we looked at each other, tracking the slightest moment of each other.

1!

As 'one' rang out, both of us lunged while at the same time our Inheritance Armor begins to appear on our body. Liquid Diamond came out of my body, and soon, Red Green Armor had covered my body.

On Reagen, an exquisite while armor appeared on her body; the armor is very slim but looked extremely strong. In her hand is elegant Gem laden Rapier, the Rapier is exquisite, but it is not delicate; it is war Rapier, perfect for stabbing and hacking thousand of enemies with elegance.

Red vine came out of my hand and transformed into Rapier, which is equally elegant as hers.

Her eyes have become sharp seeing the Rapier, and I could see a flash of anger appearing in her eyes. Like Samual, she is angry that I am using a conjured sword instead of my Totem Artifact.

I am intentionally using Rapier, not to irk but test my sword skills against her. Hartford Family are famous duelers; very few could match them. I just want to use my sword against her to test how good I am.

She appeared in front of me and stabbed her Rapier toward my chest; it looked like a simple dueling move, but it is anything, but I could see her control and technique and couldn't help but became impressed by it.

She had impeccable control for her stage, far greater than Samual, who she defeated in three moves. It was a very quick battle, finished in mere three seconds.

Her stab is very flexible; those who do not have enough skill and strength would get stabbed by her before they even know-how.

I moved my sword a moment later, compare to her attack, which is filled with grace and technique, which her family honed for thousands of years, and she trained since she could hold a sword.

Seeing my sword, her eyes have become serious, and she increased the speed of her Rapier and change its direction smoothly that now is coming toward my neck instead of my heart.

Other people would have caught off guard by such abrupt change and had their neck pierced before they could do anything but not I.