Right in the middle of a battle stage containing more than six thousand Atlanteans, a young blue-haired boy waltzed out with a silver trident resting on his shoulder.
Only dressed in a white shirt and trousers, he had an unbothered and non-chalant look on his face making people doubt if he was the one that offered the challenge, but the silver trident in his hand said it all.
"Is this a joke??" One of the crowd said which erupted into a murmur.
Sweat poured down Plank's face, as he looked at the situation that was quickly getting out of hand and knew the crowd would be coming for him soon.
Zeras looked at the armored man in front of him as he sized him up well before directing his attention away, he looked at the audience, some of them looking at him in pity as if he was another chicken to be slaughtered while some just stood there dazed.
'It seems I have to show off a little, or I'll just keep getting underestimated wherever I go.' Zeras mused.
"So are you going to fight or just stand there?" Zeras asked looking at Dyvan.
"Do you know where you're, kid? Do you think this is a joke?" Dyvan asked angrily but there was this sinister smile on his face.
"A joke?"
"BOOOOOOM"
It was as if a bomb was dropped in the middle of the battle stage as Zeras disappeared from where he was standing.
"BAAAAAAAAANG"
Before the crowd could understand what was going on, a body was sent flying in the next second as its body slammed into the other side of the battle stage before coming to a stop.
Dyvan's eyes dilated in shock as he stared at the boy who was standing where he was about two seconds ago.
"Fast, he's crazily fast," Dyvan said in shock as he grabbed his trident tightly in his hands, his gaze immediately changing to one of seriousness.
Zeras slowly rested the trident on his shoulder as he said a word that reverberated through the entire Colosseum.
"Do you still think this is a joke?" The audience stood there there numb as they just witnessed something unbelievable happen, almost.
Dyvan was sent flying!
That was almost unbelievable.
A loud cheer rang out among the crowd as hope was rekindled in them once again. First move and Dyvan lost, maybe there was hope.
"Do you love as the crowd cheers your name? A little bit of fame then faded away so soon, is that why participated in the competition? Or do you think you can become the king of Atlantis?
I hate people like you. Who fight just for a small bit of shine. You're all nothing but rebels to Atlantis. Sammodra Zean is the rightful King of Atlantis. Yet you rise to challenge him for the throne. You're Atlantis' greatest enemy!" Dyvan said but all he got was the boy looking at him as if he was deaf.
He was seemingly unbothered by what he said and he could even tell the boy was bored.
"Even now, you still don't understand what I'm saying. Perhaps, death is truly the only way for you to understand." Dyvan said as he suddenly swam with speed towards Zeras.
Appearing in front of him, his trident pierced towards his face wanting to get rid of that cocky smile of his so badly.
"CLAAAAAAAAAAAAANG"
A smirk appeared on Zera's face as he slammed out with his trident blocking the blow.
Dyvan's trident moved around like a snake as it slipped past Zera's trident and sliced toward his neck but the expected blood splash didn't occur, instead, Zera's body seemed to disperse into particles.
'An afterimage...' Dyvan suddenly turned with speed placing his trident horizontally before him. A force reverberated in his hand through his entire body in the next second as he took ten steps backward before negating the force.
"You have pretty decent reaction speed, but if this is all you can do. Then this fight no longer has any meaning." Zeras said resting his trident on his shoulder and looking at Dyvan with a bored look.
"HYAAAAAAAAAH" Dyvan swammed towards him with speed as both figures exchanged hundreds of moves, but a figure was soon sent flying once again as he slammed his back on the battle stage wall creating a dent.
Dyvan took in continuous deep breaths in exhaustion as he looked at his opponent unbelievably. He couldn't believe he was sent flying once again. And judging by the boy's attitude, he could tell he truly wasn't serious with this fight at all as there was not a single sign of exhaustion on his face.
Then does he have to resort to that? He couldn't afford to be defeated so he could only use that.
Dyvan clenched his teeth tightly but he stood upright as he calmed his beating heart.
"You should be proud you have pushed me to this level boy. You can happily die after forcing me to resort to my secret move." Dyvan said, closing his eyes and standing upright, before suddenly muttering.
"O, DARK LORD OF THE ABYSSAL GYZAR. WITH MY LIFE AS A CATALYST, THEN BLESS THIS DESCENDANT OF YOURS WITH YOUR DIVINE POWER SO I MAY SHOW THE WORLD OF YOUR MIGHT ONCE AGAIN."
The dark armor and trident Dyvan held in his hands suddenly flared with a dark aura as dark gas-like flame moved out of the armor.
Zera's bored expression faded away as he felt Dyvan's strength suddenly spiking at an unbelievable level. It was as if there was some strange dark energy being given to him by some mysterious force and all that energy seemed to be from the dark armor and trident he was wearing.
The dark gas that erupted in the colosseum suddenly surged towards Dyvan once again as his trident and armor were covered by dark gently burning flames.
"Now this is more like it." Zeras smiled as a crazed expression appeared on his face.
In his previous fight, he wasn't even using up to 50% of his strength. But now maybe he can be forced to use his full strength.
"Then Come!!!"
"KABOOOOOOOOOOM!"