"START!!!"
The announcer declared.
And with that—
"YEAAAHHHH!!!"
"LET THIS SHIT BEGIN!!!"
"KILL HIM, UMAR!!!"
The crowd exploded.
The fight had begun.
And here I was—
"..."
Standing silently, eyes locked onto my opponent.
I shut out the noise, ignoring everything and everyone around .
All that mattered was my opponent—Umar.
There was about 50 ters between us.
Tap— tap— tap—
He began walking toward , slow and confident.
He was clearly underestimating .
But I don't care, it's better for that way.
So with that—
"..."
I just stayed where I was.
Thinking of things how to do this.
...
Not long—
The gap between us narrowed to less than 15 ters—
"KEHEHEHEHEHE—!!!"
Umar let out a disgusting, shrill laugh.
"..."
A frown ford on my face when I heard that.
And then—
"PREPARE TO DIE, KID!!!"
BAM!
Umar suddenly launched forward, sprinting straight at !
"...!"
My eyes widened.
I was flustered—
—but only for a second.
"..."
I forced myself to focus, steadying my breathing.
Fwip—
Both hands gripped my sword's hilt tightly.
I raised it before —the best fighting stance I could muster.
'I need to stay calm. If I lose even that—I'm done for.'
I told myself.
"..."
I kept my gaze fixed on Umar as he charged.
Then, soon—
TAP—!
He arrived right in front of !
And with his axe already raised up in the air—
"DIEEE!!!"
SWOOOSH—!!
He brought it down in a brutal vertical arc, aiming to split my skull!
"Gugh...!"
Swish—
I imdiately threw my short sword above my head, holding it horizontally to block the incoming attack.
I managed to react in ti—my weapon was light enough.
Then—
CLANG—!
Our weapons clashed against each other!
And after that—
POP—
My left shoulder dislocated on impact.
"GAAAHHHH—!!!"
A raw, guttural scream escaped my mouth from the pain!
The power behind Umar's swing was overwhelming.
"GAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
His maniacal laughter echoed.
But then—
Because of the way that I was holding my sword—
SHIICK—
His axe veered off course—
BAM!
—and slamd into the ground beside !
"Huh?"
Umar looked genuinely surprised when that happened.
"...!"
And so was I.
I thought I'd be split clean in half. Along with my blade.
And at that mont, I saw it—
Umar's left side... It was exposed!
A wide, open target!
And without a second thought—driven by sheer instinct—
"Gurgh...!"
I grunted, enduring the pain in my shoulder!
And with only my right hand—
"HAAAA!!!"
Fwoosh—
I lunged forward, thrusting my weapon!
"...!"
Umar's face turned pale when he saw that.
'He can't dodge!'
I realized, a flicker of hope breaking through!
And then—
Phuck!
My sword struck him!
"..."
Though—
"Huh?"
It didn't pierce his flesh.
Just the leather of his armor.
It stopped there.
And seeing that—
"...!"
I froze, silent.
It didn't even reach his skin.
I wasn't strong enough.
Even with both hands, I was weak.
And right now—I had only one.
"Fuck...!"
Frustration twisted my expression into a deep scowl.
Then, as I was distracted—
BAM!
"URGH?!"
A heavy punch slamd into my face!
Thud!
I hit the ground, landing on my butt.
TING—
My sword slipped from my grip in the shock of it.
I opened my eyes quickly—
But—
BAM!
"GAH?!"
Thud!
Another punch caught in the nose, and I crashed onto my back!
BAM!
Then another.
BAM!
And another still!
"URGH...!"
I bit my lip hard to stop myself from screaming.
Fwish—
I curled up, shielding my face with my right arm.
But then—
Fwip—
I felt a heavy weight pressing down on !
And before I could even check who was it—
BAM!
"UGH...!"
A punch landed right on my arm, it was aid at my face!
"KEHEHEHEHE!!!"
"I thought you had for a second—you actually scared !"
Umar's voice spat above .
Of course, it was him.
I forced my eyes open, squinting—
"KAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
—just in ti to see him straddling , pumling my face with savage glee.
He was barehanded now.
"WOW, IT'S GOING JUST AS WE ALL EXPECTED!!!"
The announcer's voice rang out again, loud and obnoxious.
"UMAR IS COMPLETELY DOMINATING THIS MATCH!"
He exclaid.
"GO UMAR!"
"FINISH HIM!"
"NAH, PUNCH HIM TO DEATH!"
"YEAH—THEN CUT OFF HIS LIMBS!"
The crowd went wild with excitent at the sight of getting beaten like a dog.
It was annoying.
"EARLIER, UMAR'S WEAPON GOT STUCK IN THE GROUND AFTER A RECKLESS SWING! KAISER ALMOST TOOK ADVANTAGE—HE STABBED HIM IN THE SIDE!!!"
"BUT—!!! HE LACKED THE STRENGTH TO FINISH UMAR OFF! WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY!"
The announcer played the comntator, breaking all down what happened.
"NOW HE'S GETTING MAULED TO DEATH LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!"
He added, voice tinged with cruel amusent.
He was annoying too.
But, he's right—
BAM!
"GAH!!"
I couldn't get Umar off .
I couldn't move.
My right arm was nearly broken now too.
And just then—
BAM!
"...?!"
He punched with force and sent my arm flying upward.
And in that mont—
'Shit.'
My face beca completely unguarded.
BAM!
"GAARGH!!!"
BAM!
"KEUK—!"
BAM!
"URGH!!!"
Umar started showering with punches.
His fists landed like hamrs.
I was defenseless.
Pinned.
One arm wrecked, the other useless.
Right now—
I was nothing but Umar's punching bag.
Then—
BAM!
"GUGH—"
One punch hit my temple.
And with it—
'Huh?'
My head whipped to the side and darkness swallowed my vision.
Within seconds—
"..."
Everything went black.
'Did I pass out?'
I asked myself.
But—
"AHH!! LOOKS LIKE KAISER'S OUT COLD!!!"
The announcer's voice rang in my ears.
"UMAR! FINISH HIM!"
"HE'S JUST A LUMP OF AT NOW!"
The crowd scread.
And that's when I realized—
I wasn't unconscious.
My vision had blacked out from the blow, but I was still awake.
Barely.
Then, suddenly—
Fwish—
"...?"
The crushing weight on top of vanished.
Umar had stood up.
"KILL HIM!"
"GIVE HIM A CLEAN CUT TO THE NECK WITH YOUR AXE!!!"
The audience roared.
Looks like he was going to end it now.
And —
I didn't waste that opportunity!
"GARGH...!!!"
FWISH—
Even without seeing anything, I turned over my body and pushed myself up with my right hand!
And because my lower body was basically unhard—
FWOOSH—
I was able to stand up imdiately!
"HUH?!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHA—?!!"
I heard everyone gasp in shock—the entire arena fell into silence for a second.
And in that mont—
"Ah..."
My vision returned!
It was blurry... but I could see again.
"..."
Blood was dripping from my nose and mouth.
My right eye was swelling, and my face was aching all over.
I was breathing heavily—every inhale felt like knives in my throat.
But still—
"..."
With a glare on my eyes—
Tap—
I took a step forward.
My legs were still working.
Tap—
Another one.
Then—
FWIP—
I bent down and grabbed my short sword off the ground with my right hand.
It felt heavier now.
But I didn't let it go.
"..."
I raised my head, and through my hazy vision—
"Huh...?"
I saw Umar, looking at in disbelief.
His battle axe was planted behind him.
He was probably om his way to get it.
Anyway—
"..."
He just stared at in silence.
While the crowd?
"HE STOOD UP?!"
"NO WAY—HE'S STILL FIGHTING?!"
"THAT KID'S INSANE!!!"
I heard their voices roaring around again.
The silence broke.
The noise returned.
But this ti—it was different.
"..."
I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.
Then, still locking eyes with Umar—
I slowly lifted my sword and pointed it straight at him.
My arm trembled.
But it didn't fall.
And opening my mouth—
"This isn't over yet, fucker."
I declared that.
"...!"
Umar's face imdiately turned red when he heard that.
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