The mortal stadium's host ca up the stage and didn't have any flashy entrances like other stadiums.
"Hamrpig, the victor!" his voice reverberated which augnted the crowds' cheers once again.
He waited for the audience to calm down before announcing, "In the next battle, we will have a visitor from another stage." he shouted as if he was holding laughter.
"From another stage? This is the stage for the Top 100s and those who are qualified enough for n!"
The audience discussed it themselves.
"Maybe the visitor has proven himself."
"Hmm... we will see..."
On the outer layers, male and female are differently categorized, unlike the higher ranks which that can disregard gender.
"Without further ado, we welco our visitor from the lower stages and let him show us his strength!"
"What!? The lower stages!? His opponent must be so happy!"
"No matter how many tis you win on the lower stages, there's no aning to it! How is that guy picked?"
"Looks like we will be watching an execution instead."
"Maybe that guy offended Manager Jer. You really need to watch what you do around the boss."
"Figuring" it out for themselves, no one complained. This has happened before so it was not that surprising.
"Let us all welco, Avion Teller!" the host stretched his right hand and Avion entered the stage with long a leash attached around his waist.
"Damn! A pretty boy!" one shouted in anger.
"He doesn't even have a single scar on his face, I bet he doesn't have any calluses either!"
The audience was riled up. They felt offended that soone this handso would be soone strong.
The majority of them were males while there were so won.
"Oh my! He's so handso!"
"I wonder they will sell him if he lost..."
Although the won there were just grandmas who like hardcore stuff and few teenagers who don't have pretty faces, hearing this made the other n madder but they didn't show it.
"He is clearly an amateur. Tsk!"
"Hm? Why is he chained up?"
"Release him!" they chanted, they don't want to give this pretty boy a handicap. If he lost, it would be easy to reason that it was because he wasn't at full power.
"We apologize but we cannot do that." the host responded, "It is the higher-ups' decisions to chain him up." even he was confused by this as he looked at Jer.
Jer just shrugged it.
While the audience was asking for an explanation, a tall man entered the stage. When everyone noticed him, they all went silent.
"Seriously? The Demolisher? This is just too much..." they murmured to each other.
The Demolisher, Rank 27th, said to be stronger than what his rank entails. All this ti, he had not lost a single ti and at the end of his match, he would beat his opponent half-death while he only received a few scratches or so.
This silenced the audience.
The Demolisher is prideful and when he speaks, he wants everyone to be silent. There had been multiple cases of him attacking soone from the crowd. Maybe his ranking was his punishnt. He was never matched up with higher-ranking people that he didn't have the chance to reveal his true skills.
When a drop of a pin could be clearly heard with this silence, the Demolisher, who had a buzz cut and stern yet calm expression spoke.
"Give a chain too."
'Knew it!' the audience all thought.
After a mont, a soldier gave him what he wanted as if he wasn't a prisoner but an important person instead.
Everyone watched as the Demolisher chained his waist up, mirroring Avion's state.
"I'm ready" he calmly said to the host.
"O-okay! On the left corner is Ranked 27th, the Demolisher versus this random visitor, Avion Teller!" after announcing, the host skedaddled.
When he was out of the stadium, he shouted, "Begin!"
'Finally...' Jer smiled, curious about how Avion will suffer from this.
After the match officially began, there was no movent except for Avion and the Demolisher pulling their chains up.
They wanted to have a free movent afterward.
So when they pulled the chains to their limit, they looked at each other.
'The Demolisher, I wonder how he will attack.' Avion thought while on the other side, the Demolisher had the sa.
That's why they walked up to each other first. When they were only a few ters apart, the audience gulped.
'Why is this so intense?'
'Maybe that visitor has so skills?'
'They're going to start!'
Finally, Avion and the Demolisher moved.
They pulled the chains again.
"..."
The audience was about to complain when thud*
One of their feet kicked the ground and made them assault each other.
Their stares locked onto each other and when they got close, the Demolisher was first to attack as he raised his left leg, flexible enough to reach his head, before making it like an axe downwards!
Swoosh*
His left foot smashed the ground and the serious Demolisher looked at Avion with surprise. However, he didn't stop his movent, creating a swinging force for his left fist to travel with great force.
Avion saw the fist and didn't retreat but advanced.
The Demolisher was caught surprised again, 'He's too fast to react!' his eyes sharpened, "Hu!" his right knee was about to et Avion's advance when this pretty boy sidestepped and placed his hand on the Demolisher's rising knee, giving him a lift and punched with his left fist.
Pak!*
The Demolisher's left fist have yet to finish its movent when his face was smacked. His face twitched out of annoyance as he tried to keep his balance.
"That didn't make you down?" he heard from his side and that slapped his face.
'He's not only fast but his hit is heavy... furthermore, his reaction speed is so terrifying that he made my chained attack against on first try!' the Demolisher made a split-second assessnt before retreating.
"Huh? What happened?"
Question marks popped out from the audience.
All they saw was the Demolisher raising his leg and they thought that it was the end for the visitor until that foot just hit the ground and the Demolisher was smacked on the face at the next mont!
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