Narrator: Hours passed, and with the replacement of oil, the only fuel that could move vehicles was magical crystals.

  Dav arrived after three hours, dressed in his elegant uniform, as he stepped down from the private jet.

  His majestic figure immediately drew attention.

  The flashes of cameras illuminated the Nevada desert sky, reflecting the power of a man who walked as if nothing could stop him.

  The American and Italian press watched with wide, astonished eyes.

  Dav, clad in the uniform bearing the Italian insignia, radiated an aura of prestige and determination.

  He paused briefly, observing the crowd’s reaction with an amused smile, before asking Dante Di Valverde to wrap up the duel quickly.

  A reporter, with her hair tied in a ponytail and wearing oversized glasses, struggled to push through the press ranks.

  Her small stature made her almost invisible, but Dav noticed her immediately.

  “Let her through,” he ordered Dante in a calm yet firm tone.

  The reporter, visibly excited, made her way past cameras and microphones.

  When Dav addressed her, she felt a shiver of excitement.

  "I’ll give you five minutes, then I have to go. I'm in a hurry,"

  he said with an amused smile.

  The reporter, happy yet embarrassed, began asking questions.

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  “How do you feel about facing Azrael Kingsley in this historic duel?”

  she asked with a nervous laugh.

  Dav answered minimally but effectively.

  His responses were concise, yet every word carried weight.

  The last question came like an arrow straight to the heart:

  "Are you and Azrael Kingsley friends?"

  The reporter waited anxiously for an answer that could change the world’s perception.

  Dav nodded and replied with a simple "Yes," without hesitation, his sincere smile revealing a deep connection with the man everyone was talking about.

  Once the interview was over, a car took Dav and Dante Di Valverde directly to the arena where the duel would take place.

  Upon arrival, Dav gazed at the arena with the smile of someone who knew he was about to experience a legendary moment.

  His expression revealed not only excitement but also the unshakable determination of a man ready for anything.

  The duel was scheduled for 7:30 PM (Italian time) and 10:30 AM (American time), broadcast live worldwide.

  Two hours remained before the match, and Dav settled into the waiting room.

  Silence filled the space. No words, only mental preparation.

  Dante sat nearby but said nothing either.

  They remained in silence, as the tension grew with every passing second.

  Meanwhile, at the Academy, professors and senior students were using magic to project enormous screens into the arena so that everyone could watch the event live.

  Others had settled in their rooms, glued to their phones and TVs.

  Excitement was palpable.

  The live broadcast was accessible to anyone, in every corner of the world.

  Elysia, Valeria, and Iris had locked themselves in their rooms, each hugging a stuffed animal, anxiously awaiting the sound of the gong that would mark the start of the duel.

  During the two-hour wait, the broadcast also aired interviews with members of the guild "The Fallen Angels," who confidently predicted an easy victory for their leader within the first two minutes of the duel.

  Others expressed enthusiasm, speaking about how Azrael Kingsley would shine once again.

  Some, however, admitted they also wanted to see Dav give his all, in honor of their strong friendship and their leader’s decision to donate all the event’s earnings to charity.

  Meanwhile, in Italy, many citizens boarded flights to America, waving Italian flags and holding banners with the name "Dav De Lion," eager to be part of a historic event.

  Matteo, hidden, watched the scene from behind Elysia, invisible thanks to his ability.

  The Director wasted no time and placed a massive bet on Dav, prompting others to follow his example.

  The two hours passed quickly, like the beat of a wing.

  As the hour of the duel approached, the world held its breath. No one dared to speak.

  Silence filled every space.

  The arena doors swung open.

  Dav rose with the grace of a king, his gaze steady and determined, ready to face whatever awaited him.

  He walked toward the entrance, each step firm, as the entire arena erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers and applause.

  This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.

  The duel was about to begin.

  END OF CHAPTER - 61