The fight between Aiden and Fuji started imdiately, with Aiden generating electrical currents from body and hurling it at Fuji.
This fight was ant to be unlike others that Aiden has had, as his opponent isn't soone that weak or simple.
His opponent, Fuji, a mixed Japanese-Arican who can control gravity is soone who has an almost similar to Aiden.
He's soone who is just as strong as Aiden and with equal experience. It's for this that imdiately when he saw the bolt of electrical current hurtling, he was quickly able to create a small shield in front of his body, concentrating it on the part where he predicted the bolt to land.
As the fight went on, Silas stood in a corner of the arena and was watching it intently. He ca here for Aiden but who knew that he would also find soone equally interesting?
As he watched the fight between the two Phenonals, Silas felt that it would be better if he can also recruit Fuji.
After taking interest in Fuji, Silas imdiately asked Luna to do extensive and deep background check on him, as he wants to know who exactly he's dealing with.
The results ca back almost imdiately as a rows of informations tab were now being displayed on the Gear's screen.
Silas started going through the information and a few minutes later, he was done with and he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
The truth is that Fuji and Aiden are in exactly the sa situation, with Fuji's being worst, as this is actually his last fight and his result here would determine whether he would regain his freedom or continue to beco the slave of the organization that owns him.
As for Aiden, he has maintain so certain winning streaks and if he's to lose this match, he would have to restart the streak.
There's also a win quota he has to et before he can regain his freedom. The faster he ets that quota, the faster he gets his freedom.
Silas smiled wryly and shook his head when he understood just this match was sothing like a match to the death.
To win the match, two of them has to resort to whatever thod they can and outsmart one another, but that isn't exactly as easy as it sounds.
The two n are by no way dumb or stupid. They are cunning foxes that has seen the world for the worst it can offer and there's no way they would fall for simple tricks.
As Silas thought of this, he continued to watch the match between the two of them. The fight was currently at a stalemate as neither Aiden or Fuji was getting the upper hand.
Aiden initially began with constantly attacking but when he saw that his opponent was constantly on the defensive, he started switching between attack and defense.
He doesn't want to use up all his energy and have nothing left to use when it matters.
Their action caused the fight to drag on, causing it to be boring for the spectators, especially the wealthy ones. Even though the two of them were fighting at their best, it still wasn't enough.
What the audience wanted to see is for one of them to be crippled imdiately or even better, for so blood to be spilled and for one to take the life of the other.
And they were already clamoring for it. They want to see what they paid for, with their money, to happen.
Silas sighed when he saw this. He knew that if the organizers are to agree to the demands of these dogs, which he knew they would gladly oblige to, then it ans that only of them would be coming out alive out of that cage, and that person is Fuji.
The reason for this is because Aiden is soone who has never killed before and would never agree or bring himself to kill soone.
This was actually one of the reasons why he's in his current situation, as he refused to kill the person his boss sent him to kill and he's now paying for it.
As for Fuji, he's soone who has no reservations regarding human lives, as he would kill without batting an eye as long as it would benefit it.
Ironically, this was actually the reason he's in his current situation.
It's funny when one think of it. Two completely different people facing off against each other.
Just as Silas expected, when the clamoring of the audience were starting to get too loud and the arena was about to descend into chaos, the organizers decided to agree to their demands.
The announcer ca out and gave the two fighters a ti limit to end the fight, with the terms being that in the next ten minutes, only one of them should be left standing.
Yes, it's just as Silas predicted, they have to kill or be killed.
Silas sighed when he saw this. He knew that there was only thing left to do as he can't let Aiden die in this match. He needs him and by no small ans.
Imdiately, he made his way to the section where the organisers were seated. Just as he approached the section, he was stopped by two burly n who were part of their security details.
"This section is off limits to the audience," One of the bodyguard said, while giving him a an glare.
Silas wasn't bothered by the an look and intimidating they were giving him. The security guards are ordinary people and even if he controls his strength, he would still be able to slap them to death. But he can't do that as he doesn't want to cause a scene.
"I would like to et the organisers." He imdiately stated his purpose.
"You can't et them. They are very busy at the mont," One of the security guard responded, and nodded at his second.
The second bodyguard moved to chase Silas away but the next thing he knew was feeling pain in his hand.
"I would repeat myself for the last ti. Tell the organisers that Silas Kurt would like to have a word with them," Silas said as he released his grip on the bodyguard's hand.
When he saw that the two shocked bodyguards were unmoving, he decided to show off a little.
He floated up from the ground and was now hovering in front of the two of them.
"Would you like to repeat myself?" He asked, with the air around him changing and becoming very oppressive.
"My, my, my," a sweet, lodic voice cut through the tension. "If it isn't the infamous Silas Kurt—hailed as the strongest person in the world. To what do we owe the honor of your esteed presence gracing our humble establishnt?"
Silas turned toward the voice, his sharp gaze eting the figure descending a spiral staircase at the far end of the section.
They moved with an unsettling grace, their silhouette partially obscured by the dim lighting. Despite their unassuming fra, their presence was magnetic, the room seemingly bending around their arrival.
"You know who I am," Silas said calmly, his voice cutting through the din of the arena like a blade. "That makes this easier. Call off the fight, or at least let negotiate for one of the fighters."
The figure chuckled softly, the sound carrying an unsettling undercurrent. "Negotiate? In this place? You're not here to negotiate. You're here to rewrite the rules, aren't you? That's what makes you... unique."
Silas hovered just slightly closer, his oppressive aura rippling faintly around him. "You don't want to see what happens if I rewrite anything. I'm only asking once."
The figure's smile widened, but their eyes betrayed a flicker of sothing—curiosity? Wariness? "Very well, Mr. Kurt. Let's see what your terms are. Follow ."
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