Seeing the giant greatsword envelop in red flames in Han's hand, a devilish smile threatened to peak out from the corners of Kenta's lips, he could feel his instinct screaming danger when seeing those flames but, even so he was strangely feeling excited.
How could he not?
A strong opponent was standing right before his eyes, he felt elated. Slowly the spear in Kenta's hand glowed subtly and started changing shape. It took the shape of a compressed short sword.
Seeing the changes happening to Kenta's weapon right before his eyes, Han frowned in confusion. 'What kind of weapon is that?' A thought that everyone equally shared.
"Hmm, that's a strange ability, is it magic? But he didn't use any incantations." Emerson was just as confused as everyone present.
Only Jessica and Leroux wore neutral expression, they had already seen Kenta's ability to control and compressed lightning into different shapes after all.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter what kind of tricks you have up your sleeves. Nothing will change!" Hans roared, as he closed in on Kenta with the blade of his sword wrap in flames, he braced it tightly in his hand as he closed the distance. However-
Kenta didn't wait for him to close the gap between them, he also charged in on Hans from the front, closing the distance with an impossible speed. Streaks of purple lightning trail was left behind as he swung his sword.
BANG!
A loud metallic sound rang out as their weapons clashed. However, the one that lost the game of strength was Hans as his body was pushed back from the recoil of their clash! Even then Kenta didn't let up! He continued slashing his sword constantly leaving behind streaks of lightning.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of metal echoed out continuously! Kenta's attack was truly ruthless, not only did he used his sword to attack Hans most vital areas, but he also sometimes punches with his fist clad in lightning, making it difficult for Hans to adjust himself from the constant attacks.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Kenta once again closed in on Hans from the front swinging his sword in a diagonal arc, "Tch" Hans blocked Kenta's swing with the flat side of his sword clad in flames but, "!?" Before he could feel relief, he had managed to stop Kenta's attack.
Kenta's figure had completely vanished from his field of vision, and without warning he appeared on Hans right side with his fist stretch outwards.
The fist of Kenta made a direct hit on Hans right cheek, his body was blown away by the force!
He rolled helplessly across the ground before getting back to his feet with his sword clutch tightly in his hand. "Tch, bastard!" Han roared in rage as he wipes the blood oozing from his nose. He was starting to feel frustrated now, even he could easily tell Kenta has been toying with him this entire time.
'If he could move at such insane speed, then couldn't he have easily killed me by now?' Hans wandered. From his vigorous movements his breathing has become uneven and sweat could be seen trickling down his brow. While on the contrary, Kenta's breathing was calm and steady. Unlike Hans who had been moving around Kenta made sure not to waste his energy.
All his counterattack were precise he didn't waste any movement at all. Noticing that Hans clicked his tongue, humiliation visible on his face. Suddenly, red flames enshrouded the blade of his sword, it didn't stop there. The red flames gathered around Hans body creating an armor made entirely from flames.
"Oh?" Seeing this Kenta raised an eyebrow in interest. "You got something like that up your sleeve the entire time. Why didn't you divulge it instead of showing off your trashy swordcraft?" Kenta asked, in a rather arrogant manner.
Hearing his scornful words, a vain bulged at Hans temple, "Die!" Hans roared; at the same time a torrent of red flames was sent towards Kenta's direction.
Kenta's brow sweats profusely even though the attack was still at a fair distance away, the amount of heat radiating from the attack was no joke. Even those sitting in the audience could feel it! If Kenta is hit by this attack the only fate that awaited him was... death.
As the torrent of flames drew closer in Kenta's gaze he held his dominant hand up to the sky.
RUMBLE!
As though the heavens were answering his call the sky crackled with purple lightning, as a thunderbolt fell down from the cloudy sky landing directly into the torrent of flames.
BOOOOOOM!
A tremendous explosion took place, sending fierce wind all around the arena. Both Kenta and Hans were blown away in opposite directions by the strong wind and crash directly onto the steel cage. "Argh!" Kenta groans in pain as he felt electricity attacking every inch of his body.
Even though he had some immunity to electricity, his immune wasn't absolute, Hans wasn't in any better condition either. While his armor did protect him to some extent it didn't protect him entirely.
Some parts of the armor even broke and lost its shape. But even then, he grits his teeth and launch himself at Kenta in the distance.
His body moved like a rocket with the help of his flames he easily closed the distance and swung his sword horizontally sideways. Kenta didn't have any time to react as the blade of Hans sword pierce his shoulder. "Ah." A small scream of pain escapes his lips, but he bit his lower lips, refusing to show such a disgraceful sight such as screaming in pain.
Soon, the flames on Han's sword slowly started to move attacking Kenta's right shoulder that was currently being pierced.
The sound of flesh burning sounded out. But Hans twisted the blade of his sword as though to increase Kenta's suffering a bit more. Many of the spectator's gasp in shock witnessing the sight before them.
"That's it kid, go for his arm!" A man yelled.
"This is your chance behead him!" Another man said.
"Hey, kid or you going to let him kill you so easily?" Another man spoke. Soon they all started voicing their opinions.
Kenta only bit his lips to suppress the urge to scream. The amount of pain he was going through was simply colossal. Slowly Kenta moved his right hand and held the blade of Hans sword, the flames spread and envelop his palm. He could feel his skin burning and turning black but even then, Kenta didn't stop.
"Why don't you give up?" Hans asked, from his tone of voice it was apparent he really didn't understand why Kenta was still trying to fight back. His flesh was already burning to the point that it was difficult to make out the wound of his shoulder properly, everything was a huge mess of burnt flesh.
"Wh-Why I still try to fight back, you ask?" Kenta said, as he looked into Hans eyes, Hans widens his eyes slightly he could feel a strong sense of determination coming from Kenta's eyes. Kenta exerted strength into his hand even as his flesh continued to burn, "... Because I have someone who I must kill, as long as that goal haven't been accomplished... I refuse to die!" Kenta said, his voice was so loud that it came out as a scream.
Everyone in the audience heard his words perfectly. Emerson's eyes gleamed with a curious light, while both Jessica and Leroux exchanged glances and nodded their heads as though they had just confirmed something.
'Someone you wish to kill, huh.' Jessica's lips perked up in interest.
"Hahahaha! Someone out there who you must kill, you say? bold words do you really think you can achieve this goal of yours? The moment you entered this battle you were destined to die!" Hans said, as he laughs mockingly. It was as if he was laughing at Kenta's useless efforts. However, while he was talking with Kenta, he didn't notice that small specks of electricity were gathering around Kenta's left palm, the electricity slowly took the shape of a dagger as he held it firmly into his hand.
Before Hans could even react, Kenta thrust his left hand forward, penetrating Hans right eyes with his dagger! "AHHH!" Hans roared in pain as he let go of his sword and covered his right eye.
Between his fingers blood could be seen trickling down staining the right side of his face.
Now that Hans stops imbuing his sword with his magical energy the flames slowly started to dissipate until they disappear completely only the blade could be seen stuck in Kenta's right shoulder.
"Tch." Kenta gritted his teeth as his face grimaced, at this point he couldn't even feel his right hand anymore as his right arm fall limply. Kenta used his left hand and pulled out the blade from the right shoulder before throwing it onto the ground.
With the current condition of his body, he didn't want to risk dragging out the fight anymore. Hans quickly used his left hand and took out another red pill from his pocket and tried bringing it to his mouth, the pill would at least be able to stop the bleeding of his right eye but, as for his damage eyeball the damage was permanent. There was no pill capable of restoring a severely damage organ.
But before the pill could reach his mouth, Kenta appeared before him leaving behind streaks of purple lightning. Before Hans could even understand what happened Kenta thrust his fist into Han's stomach! "Gah!"
His chest caved in as he coughed out a mouthful of blood. Before Hans body could fall to the ground Kenta's left arm moved like lightning as he grasp him by the cuff of the neck and slammed him onto the ground!
BANG!
The surface of the arena broke as blood oozed from Han's face. Hans tried getting up but before he could the last thing, he saw was a shadow that partially cover his face and the bottom of Kenta's leg before his head was crushed beneath Kenta's feet with a mighty stomp.
BOOOM!
A large crater was formed as blood and flesh scattered across the ground.
"Hahaha! What a match!" A middle-aged man got up from his seat and clapped his hand with a grin.
"Yes, it seems we now have someone who could rival the ice princess." A woman commented.
"May the temple of power flourish!" A man spoke. More and more spectators began to cheer for Kenta's victory, with the exception of one.
A boy who seemed to be slightly older than Kenta was glaring at him with eyes filled with hatred! The young man had slightly long flaming red hair and facial features similar to Hans.
Meanwhile, back on the arena Kenta stared dumbfoundedly at the crowd of people cheering his name in utter confusion.
'Th-these people they do realize I just killed someone in cold blood, right? Why are they treating it as though it's no big deal?' Kenta was really starting to question their sanity now.
However, he was awoken up from his stupor when a loud and familiar voice reach his ear. "Young Kenta, I shall ask again... what is your conviction?" Emerson got to his feet and ask.