Chapter 230-1: Born A Warrior, Battle, Hell Yeah! (1) |
Earth, Bloodslaughter City.
Arena.
“Friends of all races, welcome to the finals of the Extreme Fighting Championship.”
The host’s voice rang out, instantly igniting the crowd’s passion.
In the stands, members of the Night Demon race and the Giant Brute race erupted into thunderous cheers, and applause surged like a tide.
Amid whistles and shouts, the entire venue seemed to tremble in the waves of sound.
Lights flashed, illuminating the excited faces of the audience. They waved glow sticks and flags in their hands, and some even held high posters supporting their contestants. The atmosphere was so heated it seemed about to burst through the dome.
“Tonight, we will witness a showdown between two top powerhouses and the birth of a new-generation legend.” The host continued to proclaim, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement.
As the host spoke, the big screen began to play highlight reels of the two contestants.
The cheers rose wave after wave. The whole arena boiled for the coming battle.
“Now…” The host drew out the syllable, his voice tinged with anticipation.
“Let us welcome tonight’s two protagonists with the warmest applause and shouts.”
Before the words finished, the lights in the arena suddenly went dark, leaving only two spotlights shining on the entrances on either side of the ring.
The audience turned their gaze as stirring music sounded. The two contestants slowly emerged from the passage.
“First to enter.” The host’s voice sounded again.
“The new-generation legendary contestant of the Giant Brute race, Phase Kill.”
With that, Phase Kill’s figure appeared under the spotlight. He wore a black battle robe, stood close to 2.5 meters, with sharply defined muscles and eyes as cold as blades.
“And his opponent.”
The host deliberately paused to whet the audience’s appetite.
“The berserker from the Night Demon race, Iron Armor.”
With the host’s introduction, Iron Armor strode onto the ring. His golden battle robe gleamed under the lights. A wild and unrestrained smile hung on his face. He raised both arms high, as if welcoming the cheers of the whole arena.
The on-site atmosphere reached its peak.
The two contestants stepped onto the ring at the same time.
There was no referee to explain rules on the ring, because this bout had no restrictions.
After stepping onto the ring, the two each took their places in the corner prep areas.
At this moment, Phase Kill in the left corner of the ring swept his gaze toward his opponent, Iron Armor.
His fists tightened slightly, his knuckles letting out faint clicks.
He could feel his heartbeat speeding up, his blood surging in his veins.
Every nerve was taut and excited for the imminent battle.
When the bell pealed above the ring.
Before the echo faded, Phase Kill’s figure shot out like a leopard.
In almost a blink he crossed half the distance of the ring. Before Iron Armor could fully react, Phase Kill’s fist, carrying a howling wind, drove straight at his face.
Bang.
Iron Armor hastily lifted his arm to block. Fist and forearm collided with a dull thud.
The tremendous impact forced Iron Armor to step back two steps, one foot landing on the edge of the ring.
But Phase Kill’s attack did not stop. With a stomp of one foot, his body spun like a whirlwind. A fierce whip kick swept out, striking straight at Iron Armor’s waist.
Iron Armor gave a low roar, his body suddenly sinking. With arms crossed to guard his flank, he took the blow head-on. Cracks appeared on the edge of the ring.
Fortunately he stabilized and was not kicked off.
But Phase Kill’s offensive surged like a tide without end. His fists and legs traced afterimages in the air, each strike carrying heavy force.
Under Phase Kill’s rapid assault, Iron Armor looked immediately battered, constantly searching for a chance to counter.
Then, as another straight punch from Phase Kill came in.
Iron Armor suddenly twisted aside, narrowly avoiding the fist. His eyes turned sharp as he seized the chance and countered with a backhand elbow aimed straight at Phase Kill’s chest.
Phase Kill’s eyes tightened. His body tilted back like a roly-poly. Iron Armor’s elbow scraped past his chest, stirring a gust.
Before Iron Armor could recover, Phase Kill’s legs suddenly drove, and his body flipped in the air. A scorpion kick struck straight for Iron Armor’s jaw.
Just as the kick was about to land, Phase Kill’s body twisted in midair. He braced one hand on the ground to unload the force, then executed two consecutive back handsprings to open distance from Iron Armor.
Seeing this, a trace of disappointment surfaced on Phase Kill’s cold face as Iron Armor stared in surprise.
Seeing Phase Kill actually give up his offensive advantage, Iron Armor felt a surge of anger. This was undoubtedly contempt and provocation.
He roared, spreading his arms like a rampaging behemoth, and lunged at Phase Kill.
Phase Kill retreated lightly, avoiding the lunge.
Offense and defense switched.
Phase Kill’s movements flowed like water, as if he could predict Iron Armor’s actions.
At the instant Iron Armor missed, Phase Kill suddenly surged forward. A knee strike slammed straight into Iron Armor’s abdomen.
Thud.
Iron Armor grunted. His body bent slightly from the blow, and a crystalline gleam appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Along with the pain, a vicious glint flashed in Iron Armor’s eyes.
At the instant Phase Kill drew back, he endured the pain and raised a hand to seize his shoulder. The immense strength made Phase Kill unable to break free for a moment.
“Got you.”
Iron Armor sneered, both arms suddenly exerting force, attempting to smash Phase Kill to the ground.
But Phase Kill’s body was as agile as an eel. His waist twisted sharply, and borrowing Iron Armor’s strength, his body traced an arc in the air, then a roundhouse kick struck straight at Iron Armor’s temple.
Bang.
Iron Armor staggered back from the kick, his head buzzing.
He shook his head hard twice, his eyes turning even fiercer, like a riled beast.
Phase Kill landed steadily at this moment, his gaze cold and his breathing even, as if the fierce exchange just now had been nothing more than a warm-up.
“Kill.”
Before the word finished, Iron Armor suddenly erupted, his body like a runaway war chariot charging at Phase Kill.
The ring trembled under his feet.
Phase Kill’s eyes focused. His body sank slightly, ready to meet the impact.
The two figures clashed again. The sound of fists and feet colliding rolled across the ring like thunder.
Cheers and shouts from the audience rose and fell. The whole arena boiled over this peak duel.
In the process, Phase Kill’s offensive gradually accelerated like a squall, so fast it dazzled the eyes.
Every punch and kick was precise, as if forged by countless drills.
Iron Armor, like a moving mountain, relied on immense strength and tough defense to tank Phase Kill’s attacks and kept looking for chances to counter.
The battle entered a white-hot phase. The physical skills of the two fighting experts displayed the extremes of power and speed to the fullest.
The audience held their breath, afraid to miss a single brilliant moment.
Bang.
Minutes later, with a muffled crash, Iron Armor, drenched in blood, fell heavily to the ground.
This bout formally decided the victor. The strongest among the new generation in Bloodslaughter City was born.
As the bell announcing the end of the duel echoed above the ring, Phase Kill stood at the center, breathing slightly.
His fists were still clenched. His knuckles were pale from force, yet the cold in his eyes had not diminished in the least.
The cheers from the stands surged like the tide, but he seemed to be in another world, with only the sound of his own heavy breathing in his ears.
He did not linger. He turned and walked off the ring, passed through the long corridor, and returned to the lounge.
The door closed softly behind him. The outside clamor was instantly cut off, leaving only silence and dimness in the room.
After a brief pause he walked into the shower.
He turned on the tap. Cold water poured down from the top of his head, washing away the sweat and blood on his body.
The water flowed down his shoulders, chest, and waist, taking away some of the fatigue.
It also eased the taut emotions.
He closed his eyes, letting the water patter on his face, feeling every inch of skin gradually relax.
“I Won.”
He silently recited in his heart, the corner of his mouth lifting in a barely noticeable smile.