Viswa arrived at the arena and stood there in his dirty boots.
His opponent, the guy who ranked tenth among the freshmen looked at him coldly.
"I thought you don't have balls enough to take up my challenge, but it turns out you have less of brains than balls. You dare accept all the fights? Do you think you can survive after this?
I should bash your head to the arena at least ten times. It may help you reset your brain."
Viswa looked at him calmly. He turned to the instructor that arrived as a judge of the match and said.
"I have to train. So, can you please start the match?"
The judge nodded. After confirming that both the candidates are ready, he commenced the fight.
Viswa stood there without moving. Meanwhile, his opponent lunged forward and tried to punch him. Just when he thought, his punch would connect Viswa's face, there was a change in his expression.
A weird glint appeared in his eyes and a smirk appeared on his face. His gaze locked on to his opponent with a predatory vibe.
He smoothly dodged the fist. It almost brushed past Viswa's hair, but it ultimately missed.
But Viswa has no thoughts of missing his chance.
As he dodged to the side, his body in perfect sync, and swung his fist. A right hook to the body.
The opponent widened his eyes in pain and spat out his saliva. He felt the air leave his lungs and refuse to come back for a second. His eyes started watering as he panted heavily.
Viswa didn't hesitate at all. He knew since the start that this would be his win. From his past life to this, there is one thing Viswa absolutely trusted. Whether it is a human or a machine or a weapon, whatever it is in front of him, his instincts always measured whether that thing would be able to kill him or not.
His instincts have never failed him before and as he looked at the batch of freshmen, he is sure that they are not going to fail him now.
Viswa's physical attributes are four times a normal adult human, even if these kids are trained well with special resources, he could guess that they are about two times a normal adult human at most.
Since the start, these matches are bound to be his victories.
As the audience stared in awe, Viswa took a step forward and sent a jab to the throat of the opponent.
The kid grabbed his throat as he felt an immense pain course through his neck. He felt like his whole breathing mechanism is cut off.
He crouched forward and almost knelt down.
But Viswa didn't give him a chance to hit the ground.
His left knee flew straight to the opponent's face.
*CRACK*
Everybody could hear the sound of nose cracking. The guy collapsed to the floor as his legs gave in. Blood is dripping down his face and he looked weak and lifeless.
He wanted to quit, but he knew he cannot.
After all, he signed the notice that has a clear clause.
Unless one of them is knocked down unconscious or got out of bounds, the match will go on.
Everyone who accepted the fight knows this and so did all the freshmen.
Viswa looked at all the spectators. From the orphanage gang to all the top ten rankers, everyone is here. They all came in hopes of seeing a great show of humiliation. They wanted to see the freeloader get bashed.
But they saw this.
While the crowd is staring at the opponent that lost the will to fight, the guy is looking at the border of the arena.
He didn't even bother checking where Viswa is. He gathered his energy and tried to make a run for it.
But as soon as he stood up, Viswa kicked him from the side. An oblique kick to the knee cap directly.
*CRACK*
Everyone heard a cracking sound. His leg is broken and the guy fell onto the arena floor.
As the fight went on everyone noticed that Viswa's smirk is growing wider.
The instructor frowned and stood up from this.
"Enough."
Viswa just ignored him and crouched down.
"Don't fucking pretend to be unconscious. I know how to keep a guy awake even when he is breathing his last. I know you are awake."
The opponent who tried to pretend to be knocked down opened his eyes as soon as he heard that cold voice.
Viswa's face appeared in front of him.
"Now, you owe me a few things. If you give them to me, I will let you go."
'Please tell me, I will give you whatever you want.' Is what the kid wanted to say, but he couldn't make it out.
"P…. AHhh.. u.."
That is all he could make out from his mouth while gasping for breath. But Viswa understood his intentions. He stood up and with a smile, he extended his feet forward.
"Last night, you spilled soup on my shoes. Clean them."
Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. They were shocked. Even if they didn't expect such a cruel bashing, they could still swallow it. After all, they are here to be fighters and warriors. But they never expected such a humiliation.
"Oii Viswa, it is enough. Stop it before you go too far. Do you think you can just humiliate someone because you got some skills?"
Someone from the crowd shouted.
"Viswa, it is better to take a step back. You clearly won. Leave it at that."
This came from Jiva.
"Viswa, the match is over. Just let it go." The instructor.
"Fucking bastard, let it go. Do you think you can act as you please?"
This came from another student.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
Viswa said word by word in a cloudy voice.
"None of us is knocked out and none of us are out of bounds. According to the rules, the match fucking goes on. If you have any issue with it, shove it up your fragile asses or you can send me a duel notice. Of course, you better be prepared for the exact same clause in your fucking contract.
Am I right instructor?"
Viswa turned to the judge when he asked the last question.
The instructor gulped as he looked at Viswa's fierce gaze. For some reason, he couldn't find any words for a minute.
Viswa turned his attention back to the opponent and said.
"I told you. Clean my shoes first."
The opponent wanted to say something, but..
*BAM*
He was met with a kick straight to his face. He rolled on the arena to the side and he could smell the soup-stained shoes being placed right behind his face.
He gritted his teeth and turned around. He tore off a piece of his robe and hatefully cleaned the shoes.
*BAM*
"There is some left on the back"
*BAM*
"On the left corner."
*BAM*
"Rub it harder. You were very energetic when you are throwing the challenge, put some of that into wiping."
The display on the stage made everyone's skin crawl.
They felt extreme pity for the opponent.
Finally, the shoes were cleaned.
Viswa crouched down and said.
"Now, on to the next thing. How many times did you say, you have to bash my head into the arena?"
Silence. Pin drop silence in the surroundings. Everyone knew talking trash is normal in duels. Particularly this kind of trash.
No one ever takes it seriously. But not everyone is Viswa.
Viswa held the hair of the opponent who had a pleading and fearful gaze.
His face is bloody and tear stream down his cheeks, but Viswa didn't even show a change in his expression.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
*CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
Ten hits and the last five are laced with cracks. A child could guess that the opponent's skull was busted.
Viswa stood up and tore another piece of the opponent's robe as he wiped off the sweat and blood on his finger. It is almost like he is wiping his hands after a dinner.
The opponent is barely conscious.
Everyone felt pity for him. Poor guy was fucked up so much, but he is still awake. Maybe he wished for lower endurance more than ever.
Viswa looked at him calmly.
"One more thing and this is the last thing. I heard that you sent the duel notice based on your instructor's words. Is that true?"
The guy didn't respond.
More like he couldn't respond.
Viswa sighed and said.
"Blink twice if that is true."
The guy hesitated a bit and blinked twice.
"Good. After you recover, tell your teacher. 'Viswa is nobody's step fucking stone' Say those exact words. You remember them."
The guy blinked twice once again.
Viswa turned to the crowd once again while raising his leg backward.
"Viswa is nobody's step fucking stone."
*BAM* *CRASH*
He threw a soccer kick to his head making the guy finally go unconscious.
He turned around and walked off the stage. He walked straight to Teja, the student union member, and said.
"My next fight is in thirty minutes. I would like to move it up to fifteen minutes if possible. I wouldn't mind if it is moved later too. Also, when can I expect one-third of this guy's resources?"
Teja who was lost in a daze came back to himself and said.
"You can expect them along with your daily distribution of resources. I think it would be a lot more beneficial if they are allocated to you along with your own resources and distributed across days."
Viswa thought for a moment and nodded.
"Thank you. That would indeed be great."
With that, he went to an empty area nearby and sat on the ground as he started meditating. He is getting a hang of his cultivation slowly and the more does it, the easier and efficient it is becoming.
But before he could get himself lost in the meditative stage, he has to look at two things.
One of them is a notification and another thing is the visuals accompanied by it.
[YOU HAVE CHANGED THE DESTINY OF RITIK. OBTAINED POSITIVE KARMA OF 40 POINTS.]
Viswa was stunned when he got this notification. He barely got any Karma points even when he saved lives.
The highest number he got until now in a single event is around 35 points and that is when he saved Manas.
He wanted to know why beating the crap out of this guy is so lucrative and of course, he didn't have to wait for long to get an answer.
He was lost in a grey visual.
In that visual, Ritik is standing in the middle of a forest and everyone around him is panicking and escaping. He is also running with them, but in the middle of his way, when they reached an area where no one is watching, he took out a sword and stabbed four people around him.
Then the visual changed to what looked like a cave. There is a small pool of blood in which this guy is bathing and there are some deadbodies in some expensive silk robes. There are crests on the clothes and Viswa recognized this crest. It is the exact same one from Ritik's robes.
These people are from the same noble family as Ritik.
The visual changed. Ritik seemed to have become a lord. His territory is prosperous. Many people are living great lives, the only thing is they are somehow different from humans, they gave off this weird feeling to Viswa and before he knew it, the visual changed to that of a war.
Ritik waged a war on the neighbor's territory and initiated a large bloodbath before he was finally surrounded and killed by a bunch of people.
Viswa came back to himself. He started sweating all over. This is a very graphic visual.
He looked at Ritik who is lifelessly being carried away by his fellow students.
His will is clearly shaken. He might not even fight again. So, if he had stayed on his path, he would have become someone like in Viswa's visuals? That is hard to believe.
[TOTAL KARMA POINTS 146. THE RECOVERY RATE INCREASED BY 146%. SPIRITUAL ENERGY ABSORPTION RATE INCREASED BY 14.6%]
Viswa shook the unwanted thoughts off of his head and went into a meditative state.
Fifteen minutes later, the opponent is ready and he is even holding a spear.
Viswa got on the stage and got a good look at the opponent.
He remembered this guy. He is one of the lackeys of the young noble whose lackey kicked the crap out of Viswa before.
This guy is Kai's subordinate.
The creepy smirk appeared on Viswa's face again and this time, he lunged forward.
As the spear thrust came to him, he barely dodged it and immediately caught a hold of the staff of the spear.
He slid beside it as he smoothly made his way forward and landed a clean front kick to the guy's chest.
*BAM* *CRACK*
The collarbone broke with the kick and the guy fell on to the ground.
Viswa spun the spear before breaking it. He caught a hold of the spear tip and ran forward.
When the opponent saw him coming fiercely, he wanted to turn around and jump. But Viswa didn't give him a chance. He caught up to him and landed a kick behind the knees, making the opponent fall.
This guy is much worse than the previous guy in terms of skill and endurance.
He hit the ground with his face first.
Viswa rolled him around and started stomping on his chest.
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
*BAM* *CRACK*
With every stomp, the crunchy cracking sound intensified.
The lungs are perforated in multiple places.
When Viswa saw that the guy is almost drowning on his own blood, he crouched down and crudely used the spear tip's sharp edge as he started peeling off the scalp of the guy.
Along with the hair, a layer of skin came off.
Everyone turned around as they couldn't bear to take a look.
Some felt disgusted, some felt appalled and some felt extremely scared.
"Enough Viswa. You are going too far."
The instructor couldn't take it and yelled.
Viswa turned to Teja and said.
"I think as a student union member who is overseeing these duels, I believe it is your duty to tell the judge that no one is above the rules of Black Sand Academy and I am playing by the rules of Black Sand Academy.
I am fucking frustrated by the constant yelling."
His words were like a rain of cold water on everyone's head.
Teja looked at the instructors, but even the maniac he appears to be for some people, he didn't dare say it out loud. But the instructor didn't speak again.
Viswa shaved this guy's head off. All the hair was crudely removed with several injuries.
"If your young master's hair is worth more than mine and the kids' lives, I wonder what your fucking hair is worth.
Ask your young master if you make it out alive."
Viswa threw the hair outside the arena and then kicked this guy out as well.
The guy was carried to get emergency treatment immediately while Viswa went back to meditation.
He has another match in thirty minutes after which he has an open combat class.
The students felt like Viswa is a psycho. They didn't know what warranted this behavior from Viswa.
But very few people understood what kind of character Viswa had. And they understood that just now. They are JIva and Kai.
In their opinion, Viswa is unbelievably and inhumanely, petty.
That is the feeling they got. The ten bashes and cleaning the shoes for the first opponent is pretty self-explanatory for everyone.
But only Kai, Viswa, and Jiva know what happened a few months ago in the market and what Kai said about the hair and lives.
He remembered the exact words and did this by holding a grudge.
Some people might call it just the payback, but even Viswa himself would argue that it is purely out of pettiness. Deep down he knew he is petty, but he never bothered to change it and he is nothing about it now as well.
It is indeed payback, but the payback is not for some moral high standing or righteous justice. It is just his pettiness to pay back because those remarks and actions hurt his petty feelings.
"That pettiness is what I am talking about." Far in the cosmos, in the movie theatre, the God said excitedly as he looked at the female companion.
The woman was shocked and looked at the scene with her mouth wide open.
"Can someone be this petty? To take such vicious revenge just because of words spoken in the spur of the moment?"
"Of course, you are seeing him right now. And don't underestimate his pettiness. This is just the surface."
"Can someone do worse than this?"
"Of course, what do you think got killed him in the first place? His pettiness."