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The Heaven's Hooligans burst into the chaotic battlefield like a storm, their coordinated assault disrupting the fragile balance between the other teams. Reign led the charge, his dual swords flashing with arcs of lightning and waves of darkness, cutting through the ranks of their opponents. Each swing was precise and devastating, leaving no room for retaliation.

The other teams, who had been locked in a bitter struggle, suddenly found themselves overwhelmed by this new and formidable force.

Wolf's greatsword, wreathed in chaos flames, cleaved through armor and flesh alike. The flames licked at the air, leaving a trail of scorched earth and defeated enemies in its wake. His sheer power was undeniable, and the chaotic energy added an unpredictable edge to his strikes, making him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

Shadow moved like a wraith, his form almost a blur as he darted between opponents. His daggers found their marks with deadly precision, each strike aimed at vital points. Those who tried to engage him found themselves disoriented by his speed and agility, their attempts to retaliate thwarted by his relentless assault.

Shadow's ability to blend into the darkness and strike from unexpected angles made him a nightmare for his foes, especially in such a large group where he could easily use their numbers to his advantage by suddenly appearing from their shadows.

Mia's frost magic and swordsmanship were a deadly combination. She wove through the battlefield, her blade leaving a trail of frost that slowed and hindered her enemies. Her magic complemented her fighting style, freezing opponents in place just long enough for her to deliver a finishing blow. The battlefield around her was littered with the shattered remains of those who she had attacked.

Tank and Greenie formed an impenetrable wall, and a devastating bulldozer at the front lines. Tank's shield absorbed incoming blows, protecting his teammates from harm, while Greenie's massive hammer crushed anything that got in their way. The two worked in perfect harmony, their combined strength holding back the tide of enemies that threatened to overwhelm them.

Tank didn't even use his axe, instead, he was holding two strong shields, one in each hand, and was defending all attacks while sometimes pushing forward with the shields, causing the enemies who had gotten too close to be pushed back, some of them falling down on their backs.

Aelrinder's spear was a blur of motion, striking with pinpoint accuracy. He chose his enemies carefully, most of the time appearing as a specter behind Wolf, Greenie, and some of the others, utilizing his wind manipulation to great effect. His precision was unmatched, and his presence on the battlefield provided a critical edge for the team.

Whenever an opponent thought he had managed to block or evade an attack by a hair's width, they would be shocked to find Aelrinder's spear coming at them from an angle impossible to defend.

Jin's explosions rocked the battlefield, disorienting the enemy and creating openings for the rest of the team to exploit. His control over the blast radius was impeccable, ensuring that his allies were never caught in the crossfire. The shockwaves sent enemies sprawling, leaving them vulnerable to the Heaven's Hooligans' relentless advance.

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His ability, even though it was very effective against one powerful opponent thanks to Jin's incredible control, was perfect for fighting against groups of enemies. The explosions were difficult to notice ahead of time and packed quite a punch.

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Beast, positioned at a distance, rained down arrows with deadly accuracy. Each shot was guided by his mastery over wind manipulation, allowing him to strike targets with precision even from afar. His tamed beasts fought alongside the team, their ferocity and strength adding to the chaos and confusion among the enemy ranks.

The other teams, already exhausted from their previous battles, quickly found themselves outmatched by the sheer power and coordination of the Heaven's Hooligans. They had been fighting for quite some time, they had already used their marks, and they got tired.

Their mana had been dwindling even before Reign and the others arrived, and with them attacking them so suddenly, and with such ferocity, it was incredibly difficult to defend against them.

The tide of battle shifted overwhelmingly in favor of the Heaven's Hooligans. With each passing moment, they decimated the opposition, their relentless assault driving back the remaining teams. Exhaustion was evident in their enemies' eyes, their movements sluggish and desperate compared to the focused, lethal efficiency of Reign's team.

As the Heaven's Hooligans carved a path through the chaotic battlefield, the teams that had been vying for the throne quickly found themselves on the defensive. Some attempted to flee, but the unforgiving nature of the trial and the collapsing platforms offered no escape.

Others, filled with desperation, threw themselves at Reign's team in a last-ditch effort to stop them, only to be met with swift and merciless retaliation.

Of course, many continued fighting against one another, and there were some who distanced themselves from combat and started making their way up the stairs, trying to reach the throne.

The team surged forward, their eyes locked on the throne. The staircase leading up to it was massive, each step a daunting obstacle in itself. However, with their opponents in retreat and their goal within reach, they were very motivated to go up.

Of course, there were still more teams present in the trial, many who were already going up the stairs from other sides, many who were still locked in battle against their opponents, and some who had still not reached the base of the stairs.

As they reached the base of the throne's staircase, the last remnants of the opposing teams made a final, desperate stand. A handful of warriors, their bodies battered and their mana nearly depleted, positioned themselves as the final barrier between Reign's team and victory. Their faces were set in grim determination—they knew they couldn't win, but they were determined to fight until the very end.

Reign and the rest had already destroyed any chance they had to try and win this trial, but they were going to at least try and ruin their chances as well.

The final group of defenders braced themselves as the Heaven's Hooligans advanced. Despite their fatigue and injuries, the resolve in their eyes was clear—they would not back down. But Reign and his team were equally determined. They knew that this was the last obstacle standing between them and the throne, and they were prepared to do whatever it took to claim victory.

Reign led the charge, his dual swords crackling with energy. The first of the defenders, a heavily armored warrior wielding a massive battle axe, roared and swung his weapon with all the strength he could muster. Reign deftly dodged the blow, his speed enhanced by his lightning abilities. He retaliated with a series of rapid strikes, each one aimed at the weak points in the warrior's armor.

Despite the warrior's best efforts, Reign's relentless assault proved too much, and with a final, powerful thrust, Reign pierced the warrior's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Wolf, his greatsword still blazing with chaotic flames, clashed with another defender—a woman wielding twin daggers. Her movements were quick and agile, and she used her small stature to her advantage, darting around Wolf in an attempt to find an opening. But Wolf's power and reach were too much for her to overcome. He parried her attacks with ease, using his immense strength to keep her at bay.

When she overextended in a desperate attempt to land a hit, Wolf seized the opportunity, delivering a crushing blow that sent her flying into the air before she landed on the ground and coughed up blood.

Mia, with her frost magic and swordsmanship, took on a pair of defenders who were working together in a coordinated attack. One wielded a spear, the other a longsword, and they attempted to flank her, hoping to catch her off guard. But Mia's cold precision and experience made her a formidable opponent.

She used her frost magic to create barriers and slow their movements, disrupting their coordination. With a graceful spin, she deflected the spear with her sword and unleashed a wave of icy shards that struck both of her opponents, leaving them vulnerable to her next strike. She finished them off with two swift slashes, her blade cutting through their armor as if it were paper.

Shadow, Aelrinder, Tank, Greenie, Jin, and Beast quickly dealt with the remaining defenders. They fought with the same unity and precision that had carried them through countless battles, each member playing to their strengths. Shadow and Aelrinder moved like shadows, their attacks swift and deadly, while Tank and Greenie used their overwhelming strength to crush any resistance.

Jin's punches and kicks quickly overwhelmed his opponents, and Beast's arrows ensured that no defender could escape their fate.

The last of the defenders fell, their final stand ending in defeat. The path to the throne was now clear.

"Let's go!" Reign shouted, leading his team up the massive staircase. Each step was an immense effort, the sheer size of the stairs making the climb feel endless. But with their goal in sight, the Heaven's Hooligans pushed forward, their determination unyielding.

As they ascended, the energy surrounding the throne grew more intense. The air crackled with power, and the swirling vortex of colors above the throne seemed to pulse in time with their steps. It was as if the throne itself was reacting to their approach, its energy resonating with their strength and resolve.