**Chapter 37: The Final Clash**
### **Stage Ten: The Mountain**
I was known as The Mountain, not just because of my size, but because of my resilience. My body was a fortress, my strength unmatched by any man. My bloodline granted me the power of the earth itself, making my skin as tough as stone. I was unmovable, unbreakable, and I had never been defeated in combat.
As the battle began, I planted my feet firmly on the stage, feeling the ground beneath me, drawing strength from it. Knights rushed at me, their weapons raised, but they were like insects against the might of the mountain. I swung my massive warhammer, each strike sending my enemies flying, their bones shattering on impact.
They tried to surround me, thinking that their numbers would be enough to bring me down. But they were wrong. I crushed them, one after another, their swords and spears useless against my stone-like skin. I was a force of nature, unstoppable and relentless.
But then, I saw him—a knight who moved like the wind, his twin blades flashing as he cut through my opponents with ease. He was fast, faster than anyone I had faced before. But speed alone wouldn't be enough to defeat me.
He came at me, his blades aimed for my neck, but I was ready. I swung my warhammer, forcing him to dodge, but I didn't stop there. I followed up with a powerful kick, catching him off guard and sending him tumbling across the stage.
He recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he realized that brute force wouldn't work against me. He switched tactics, darting in and out of my reach, his blades searching for weak points in my defense. But there were none. I was the Mountain, and I had no weaknesses.
He tried to tire me out, thinking that my size would slow me down, but he underestimated my stamina. I could keep this up all day, while he was already starting to slow. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he realized that he couldn't win this fight.
But then, he did something unexpected. He stopped moving, standing still in front of me, his blades lowered. I hesitated, unsure of what he was planning, but I didn't have time to think. He moved with blinding speed, his blades a blur as he struck at my legs, aiming for the joints.
I felt a sharp pain as his blades cut through the tendons, my leg buckling beneath me. I stumbled, my balance thrown off, and he didn't hesitate. He struck again, this time at my throat, finding the gap in my armor.
For the first time in my life, I felt fear. I was the Mountain, unmovable, unbreakable. But this knight had found a way to bring me down. I fell to my knees, blood pouring from my wounds, my strength fading.
But I wasn't done yet. With a roar, I gathered the last of my strength and swung my warhammer with all my might. It connected with his chest, sending him flying across the stage. He landed hard, the wind knocked out of him, but he was still alive.
I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't obey. The wounds were too deep, the damage too severe. I could feel the earth slipping away from me, my connection to it weakening. But I wouldn't give up. I was the Mountain, and I would not fall.
He approached me slowly, his blades ready to finish the job. I looked up at him, defiance in my eyes. I wouldn't beg for mercy, wouldn't ask for forgiveness. This was the end, and I would face it with honor.
He drove his blade into my chest, the pain overwhelming. I gasped, my vision fading, but I didn't cry out. I was the Mountain, and even in death, I would stand tall.
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The final stages of the battle royale concluded with each knight fighting for their lives, their pride, and their place in the Knights Academy. The stages had been brutal, each one testing the limits of the competitors. Some fought with raw strength, others with speed and precision, while a few relied on unique powers granted by their bloodlines or training.
The crowds roared as the victors stood tall, each one having proven themselves worthy. The stages were cleared, and the names of the winners from each round were announced.
**Stage One:** Captain Lyria, her berserker bloodline making her a whirlwind of unstoppable fury.
**Stage Two:** Aric, the wanted criminal whose mastery of the blade and tactical prowess outmatched his opponents.
**Stage Three:** The Firebrand, wielding flames as his weapon, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake.
**Stage Four:** The Shadow Walker, who danced through the battlefield, unseen until it was too late.
**Stage Five:** The Iron Wall, his unyielding defense and sheer strength proving too much for any to overcome.
**Stage Six:** The Berserker, whose primal rage tore through his opponents like a force of nature.
**Stage Seven:** The Twin Blades, brother and sister, who fought as one, their unity their greatest strength.
**Stage Eight:** The Silver Spear, whose precision and deadly accuracy struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.
**Stage Nine:** The Wind Dancer, whose speed and agility made her untouchable.
**Stage Ten:** The Mountain, a giant of a man whose immense strength and resilience made him nearly invincible, though he ultimately fell in battle.in the hands of another hidden regan, the regans were not done yet , infiltrating all the powers and clans, they will pay a great price for looking down on Regon.
Each of these winners was now a champion, having bested countless others in the brutal battles. Their names were etched into the minds of the spectators, and their legends would be told for years to come.
But the tournament wasn't over yet. These ten victors were joined by the other ninety knights who had won their respective rounds. Together, they formed the elite hundred who would compete in the final challenge.
The drums began to beat once more, the rhythm building in intensity as the anticipation in the arena reached its peak. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and shouting, their excitement palpable. This was the moment they had all been waiting for—the final showdown.
The one hundred knights stood on the stage, their expressions grim and determined. Each of them had fought tooth and nail to get here, and none of them were willing to back down now. They had proven their strength, their skill, and their resolve, but the final test would be the most difficult yet.
The air was thick with tension as the knights waited for the signal to begin. They knew that only ten of them could emerge victorious, only one could claim the ultimate prize—a place in the Knights Academy
***End of chapter 37*****