A short man could be seen with a mic in hand, his expression exaggerated as he scread at the top of his lungs.
"The Viper! The ruthless! On stage with us, Sinbaaaadd...!"
"Yaaaah!"
The spectators roared in response.
A man with an exaggerated physique, muscles bulging, climbed up the stage.
Half of his face was covered by a huge scar.
He walked with heavy steps, twisting his neck from side to side with loud cracks, slamming his fists into each other sounding like drums.
After the crowd’s noise settled, the short man pulled out a small sheet of paper, read from it briefly, folded it back into his pocket, and continued.
"Joining him on stage, Tarkan...!!" he scread with all his might.
Tarkan stood still for a mont.
A mask covered half of his face as he walked calmly onto the stage.
The crowd didn’t cheer.
For a beginner like him, Tarkan hadn’t done anything noteworthy in his previous matches.
And standing next to the monstrous Sinbad, he looked more like a deer caught on the wrong side of the fence. They had zero expectations of him beating his opponent.
Tarkan wasn’t bothered, He didn’t even glance at the man.
"Let the ba..." the short announcer began, screaming into the mic as usual, but was suddenly cut off when Tarkan raised his hand and gestured for him to co over. A calm, simple motion.
The short man looked from side to side, checking if Tarkan was really calling him.
"Th..." he started to say, but was interrupted.
"Can I borrow the mic?" Tarkan asked this ti speaking out loud.
The MC seed caught in a tight spot.
But, as if on cue, his wristband beeped. He glanced at it, then replied.
"Sure."
He passed the mic to Tarkan.
Booooo....
The crowd, having noticed the delay in the match, had started booing.
But when they saw the MC hand over the mic to Tarkan, they all went silent.
Ears perked. Waiting to hear what he was going to say.
Tarkan raised the mic casually.
His voice ca out bored, slow, almost like he was trying not to yawn.
"This whole event is an eyesore," he said. "Cut the drama.
All remaining contestants, co at together, Let’s wrap this up."
The stadium, which had already gone quiet, sohow dropped even further into silence.
It was so still, you could hear a pin drop.
The announcer stared at Tarkan like he was ntally deranged.
The crowd took a second to process the statent.
Then boom.
"Did he just say everyone?" soone shouted.
"What arrogance..."
"Damn! Isn’t this too much?"
"I can’t see! The arrogance is blinding !"
"Is he ntally okay?"
"This kid must be the founder of ’Courting Death’!"
Tarkan’s opponent, Sinbad, was no longer just annoyed, his face turned dark.
Unlike the spectators who were rely shocked, he felt utterly humiliated.
From the mont Tarkan stepped onto the platform, he had sensed the disdain in his opponent’s body language.
The disregard, The disrespect. He’d thought maybe it was an act to appear strong, but hearing those pompous words, he knew
Tarkan didn’t really take him seriously at all.
"You arrogant bastard..." Sinbad growled. "Since your parents didn’t teach you manners, let your senior brother guide you."
He activated his talent and equipped a type of knuckle weapon, similar to the one Tarkan had used.
He hit his fists together. The sound rang out, sharp and dangerous.
His talent seed to be of the enhancent type.
The short MC quickly moved to the side, seeing that things were escalating.
"Let the fight begin!"
Ding... ding... ding...
The MC seed to dismiss Tarkan’s earlier words as nonsense.
The match had begun.
Sinbad dashed forward, fist pulled back for a powerful punch aid straight at Tarkans face.
Tch
Tarkan clicked his tongue, his face annoyed and frustrated. He didn’t bother with using any kind of tactics.
Instead, he channeled all that frustration he felt into his fist, and threw it forward to et Sinbad’s.
Sinbad’s face twisted into a wicked grin.
But what he expected didn’t happen.
The mont their fists collided,
Sinbad’s knuckle weapon cracked. Then shattered.
His entire arm exploded in a shower of blood.
Tarkan’s punch didn’t stop. It kept going, crashing into Sinbad’s head.
Boom!
His skull burst open like waterlon. Blood sprayed in all directions.
Sinbad’s body, now armless and headless, staggered a few steps forward before collapsing on the stage. Blood quickly pooling beneath him.
Everything had happened in a blink.
The MC, who had raised his mic to comnt, stood frozen.
He looked side to side, checking if he was the only one who’d just seen what had occurred.
The crowd, stunned, held their breath.
"Woooo..."
They exhaled together, slowly.
Then the entire arena burst into cheers again, louder than ever.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"What the hell was that?!"
"What did my eyes just see?!"
"Daaaamn!"
"This ticket was worth every cent!"
Inside the VIP booth, all the guests had stunned expressions.
"Whose candidate is that kid?" the woman from earlier asked.
But the others only shook their heads, none of them seed to know him.
She turned to a man seated casually at the end of the booth.
He wore a calm smile, cup of drink in hand, eyes still lazily watching the stage like nothing interesting had even happened.
"Sam... Aren’t you worried?" she asked.
"About what?" Sam replied.
"That kid... He seems to have high Pri Points."
"So?" Sam answered, unfazed.
The woman stared at him for a mont, then seeming to figure out sothing, turned her gaze back to the match.
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"Go to hell, you bastard!"
"You ruined everything!"
The cheers had turned to curses.
the crowd suddenly began shouting curses at Tarkan.
Many had bet on Sinbad. Now they were furious.
Tarkan stood unfazed, his mask hiding his expression.
Tch.
He looked down at his outfit seemingly unbothered.
"This was a new cloth, Damn it," he muttered, brushing blood off his shirt.
The short MC, finally snapped out of his daze, raised the mic.
"T-Tarkan wins!"
"BOOOOO!"
The crowd booed again, this ti with bitter faces.
But once more, they froze when they saw Tarkan raise his hand, signaling the MC to co over.
The man looked around again, clearly hoping soone else would step in.
Tarkan’s voice ca out, sa as before, Lazy, Bored. But now, heavier than before.
"Give the mic."
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