Metraton, the archangel and scribe of heaven, stood at the center of the grand colosseum that was constructed specifically for the Tournament of Ragnarok. All races, be it the humans, elves, dwarves, and even the demons, were in attendance and their excitement permeated the air. The battle between Doh Gyeom, the Iron Lion, and Soh Jinhong, the Rosy-Cheeked Sword Fiend, was the talk of the town. The crowd chanted and shouted in excitement, urging the two fighters to come out and face each other in combat. Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. Doh Gyeom emerged from the northwest entrance of the colosseum, while Soh Jinhong appeared from the southeast. Their eyes met and the tension in the arena became palpable. Without a word, the two fighters took their fighting stance, Doh Gyeom wielding his spear while Soh Jinhong brandishing his sword. The crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch as Metraton announced the start of the battle. "Let the tournament begin!" he roared. With a fierce battle cry, Doh Gyeom charged forward, his spear whipping through the air. Soh Jinhong moved with lightning speed, dodging the spear thrusts and countering with slashes of his own. Their weapons clashed, sparks flying with each collision. Doh Gyeom's spear seemed to be no match for the tremendous speed and agility of Soh Jinhong's sword. The crowd gasped as the Rosy-Cheeked Sword Fiend made lightning-fast strikes that blurred before their eyes. But Doh Gyeom refused to be intimidated. He was determined to win at all costs. Roaring in determination, he focused his energy and made a 360° slash, intending to cleave Soh Jinhong in two. But the Rosy-Cheeked Sword Fiend had other plans. In one swift motion, he deftly deflected the spear strike with his sword. "Hmph, is that all you've got?" Soh Jinhong taunted. Doh Gyeom gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury. He refused to be shaken. He lunged forward again, his spear thrust focused with his full power. The two weapons clashed again, the force of their blows shaking the arena. The crowd watched in fascination as the two fighters dueled, each one attempting to overcome the other with their own set of unique skills. Doh Gyeom continued to rely on his physical strength while Soh Jinhong utilized his blindingly fast sword strikes. The arena cheered as Soh Jinhong countered one of Doh Gyeom's spear thrusts, sidestepping and delivering a swift slash to the Iron Lion's midriff. But Doh Gyeom persevered, gritting his teeth and swinging his spear in a deadly arc. Soh Jinhong's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. "That's...the Doh Family Spear Style!" he exclaimed. The Rosy-Cheeked Sword Fiend tried to dodge, but it was too late. Doh Gyeom's spear connected with a resounding thud, sending Soh Jinhong flying through the air. He crashed to the ground, his sword clattering out of his hand. The arena went wild with excitement, the crowd erupting in cheers. Doh Gyeom stood tall, victorious. "The Iron Lion reigns supreme!" he shouted. But even in defeat, Soh Jinhong refused to be discouraged. He picked himself back up, clutching his sword tightly. "I may have been defeated, but I will not be deterred," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I will come back stronger and defeat you, Iron Lion." Doh Gyeom simply chuckled. "I look forward to your return," he replied, extending his hand in a show of sportsmanship. The two fighters shook hands, the crowd cheering on. The battle may have ended, but the Tournament of Ragnarok was far from over.