"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU F*CKING DOING, PHILEMON HENDRICKSON!!!!"
"ARE YOU JUST ALL BARK AND NO BITE, EEHHHH!!!?
"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT BEEN CONDEMNED TO A BRUTAL DEATH BY YOUR HANDS?!! YOU ARE GETTING YOUR ASS HANDED TO YOU BY SOME BERMUDIAN, SON OF A WHORE!!!!"
"IS THIS ALL THE EFFORT YOU CAN MUSTER, HMMM?!! BECAUSE THIS IS NOT IMPRESSIVE AT ALL!!! THIS IS BULLS*IT!!!!
"THIS IS TOTALLY NOT WHAT WE CAME TO SEE!!!"
"IF YOU ARE NOT UP TO THE TASK, PHILEMON HENDRICKSON, THEN LEAVE THE FUCKING ARENA FOR SOMEONE BETTER!!!!"
Roars of frustrated chants echoed from the disappointed spectators. They weren't pleased with the spectacle they were beholding.
Each of this spectators weren't so interested in Hendrickson initially. Before the start of the tournament, each had their contestants from the respective provinces, they were from and some others also had their favorites from among the Xis. But unsurprisingly, everyone was united in supporting Hendrickson, against witnessing the progress of the stale, Bermudian excrement and they were all expecting a cruel and ruthless execution, to settle their hearts. The rules and conduct of the tournament didn't permit them to do it themselves, so their conjoined hopes and wishs were advertently passed on to the contestant facing him.
And this contestant was disappointing the hell out of them. It was highly frustrating to watch.
The seating area of the blue wind sect was eerily quiet. Gloom was evident on the faces of all the disciples and the elders.
Henderson's aged face was a lot graver than before. Deep wrinkles caused from worry, began settling on his temple. Hendrickson's skill and expertise were known to them all. They had seen it, they had experienced it. He wasn't just named as the most talented genius in the province of Jogota, by some fluke. He was the idol of almost all the disciples in the sect and even the common mana practitioners of the province. And seeing their idol been treated so cheaply, like he was nothing of worth, really depressed them. And it was a lowly Bermudian, even dishing out this condescendingly treatment. A person, whom should be squashed like a bug, under their foot. It added more gloom to the scenario.
Hendrickson did a backflip from the ground and landed some meters away, from his initial sprawled position. He stretched his right hand towards the position of his sabre and it flew into his hand, in one fell swoop. His darkened face had become red with maddening rage and the white pupils of his eyes had been dyed crimson red. He had lost all sense of reasoning and tactical acumen, as his breathing became more erratic like, an angry bull forced to take part in a rodeo. The humiliation he has just suffered from the lowly human, he looked down upon, was unbearable and added with the harsh chants of the enraged spectators, he couldn't control his outraged emotion any longer.
"I WILL KILL YOU, DEVON DOUGLAS!!!!"
Hendrickson exploded with an undiluted outburst, though his intonation was kind of funny to hear, due to his dislocated jaw.
This was the first time he had ever called Douglas by his name.
He jumped forward once more and charged recklessly at Douglas, with his sabre clutched sideways. The fool, even forgot to activate his mana.
Of course, one wouldn't need a crystal ball to predict exactly what would happen next. He got coming to him, due to this thoughtless action.
The exact moment Hendrickson's face was within his vicinity, Douglas charged forward. He easily avoided the imprudent swing of the sabre, his arm violently cocked and his grip, tightened harshly, with immensely concealed pressure.
"KKKKPPPOOOWWWW!!!!"
Douglas fist connected with precise precision and deftness, added with a whole lot more velocity and power, compared to the three punches of earlier. Hendrickson's squishy face felt greatly refreshing, on his hardened fist.
"CCRRACKK!!"
Hendrickson's nose shifted to an abnormal angle. Blood streamed forth profusely from his nostrils, as he tottered backwards uncontrollably. But, before he could kiss the ground one more time, another one came in, with quick succession.
"PPOOOFFFF!!"
"CCRRACKK!!!"
KKOOOOMMMMPPPP!!!
"ARRRHHHHHH!!!"
A malignant, high-powered volley of a kick, landed on Hendrickson's left rib cage, slightly fracturing some of the bones, almost instantly. He flew away, like a rag doll, screaming shamelessly and flailing his arms, in desperate search of some support, before he finally hit the ground, a hundred meters away. Coincidentally, he landed in the exact position he was, before the commencement of the match, some minutes ago.
"WHAT AN UTTER DISGRACE YOU ARE, PHILEMON HENDRICKSON!! YOU ARE A FAILURE AMONG MEN! IF THIS IS THE BEST THING, THE PROVINCE OF JOGOTA HAS TO OFFER, THEN I AM SORRY TO SAY THAT, JOGOTA IS JUST NOT UP TO PAR!!!" Douglas harshly mocked.
The blue wind sect and the nobles from Jogota boiled with rage, at the face slapping mockery, from Douglas. But, none could retort back. Hendrickson's performance didn't leave much significance, to the defense of the pride of the province. He had acted so arrogantly and had been overly conceited, but now he couldn't even back up his pride. He was been tossed around like an amateur, with nothing to offer.
"Urrhhh!!!"
Hendrickson moaned in pain, as he struggled with difficulty, to lift himself up from the ground
"CRACK!"
"CRACKK!!"
"Urrh!"
He shifted his nose back to its normal position, from the awkward angle it was in, while moaning from the resulting pain. He also adjusted his jawline, in the same vein.
"TTHHUPP!!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, as well as, two of his front teeth, mixed in with the thick, crimson liquid. He stretched his hand and retrieved his sabre and took up another striking stance, though this one different from the wind scythe's stance. This time the sabre was positioned in front of him, and not sideways.
He had a surprisingly calm expression, as compared to before. All traces of rage and impulsiveness was gone. He was very somber right now. Or perhaps maybe his rage had evolved into a new, unexpected form, unpredictable form.
"You have humiliated me and have treated me like a piece of trash." Hendrickson's guttural voice echoed, "But, you didn't just stop there, you decided to humiliate my province as well, by confidently uttering nonsense. Very good of you. You've just crossed the line. If I don't dice you into a thousand mincemeats today, then I, Philemon Hendrickson, am not worthy to remain in the land of the living any longer. You are going to regret crossing paths with me!"
"Still making empty threats, are we? It seems you haven't had enough, as of yet. That's okay, I still have more to offer." Douglas mocked, as he beckoned on him.
"I will admit, you do have some skill and I grossly underestimated you. But, you are still nothing more than an insect, compared to this great one. But rejoice, for this next technique will finally imbue you with some purpose. For you will brag to the host of hell, of how marvelously you died from my hands! Arhhhh!!!"
The moment Hendrickson screamed, blue wind began to torrentially gush out of him. It was like Hendrickson was the eye of a blue storm.
Douglas furrowed his brows, at the change of the atmosphere, but he didn't make any movements to suggest danger or desperation. He just calmly, but solemnly observed in silence.
The wind completely obscured Hendrickson frame, as it encircled his circumference, wildly. Then suddenly, the wind began to take form. It began to morph into an image. It was indistinct at first, but within five seconds, it became clearer and in ten seconds, an image of an enormously strange, blue creature had been formed. It had the body of a lioness and its huge face was like that of a beautiful woman's. It's very long, silky hair, cascaded over its entire body.
The creature floated in the air peacefully, its eyes tightly shut, casting an almightily imposing shadow over the sweat, drenched Hendrickson.
Hendrickson looked to be quite weak, as more mana gushed out from within him. It took a lot of effort to remain on his feet, as his entire body shook and shivered, struggling to remain in the fixed position. It was like he was small leaf stuck on the tree, been blown about by a storm. His robe was soaked in sweat and sticking on his body, like a leach. It seems this technique had sapped a lot of his energy and stamina.
But, he didn't seem to mind this.
The grip on his sabre didn't loosen for a bit. His eyes was clear and focused. There was an elated, creepy smile on his weakened face. He felt strongly that his victory was inevitable, upon the completion of this technique.
"WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
A huge shout of shock, mixed in with unbridled joy, resounded boisterously from the blue wind sect disciples, as well as the elders of the sect. Some disciples had even began kowtowing, in succession at the majestic image, floating in the wind. They were in awe of what they were currently witnessing. The image of the deity worshipped in the sacred room of the sect, was been brazenly displayed for all in the audience placement, to feast their eyes upon.
The azure sphinx has emerged on the arena!!!!