As the dark crimson haired kid dashed at me, I went into a defensive stance.
His hands formed into fists as he neared. Taking note of that, I opened my palms to face his onslaught head on.
His fist tried to reach me, but I parried it. Another fist came in, only for me to grab it.
With my other hand, I spinned him using his own weight.
The dark crimson haired boy landed on his back. The ground shaking beneath him as a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Too predictable." I said as I made some distance between us.
This small setback didn't deter the dark crimson haired kid as he launched himself upward, landing on his feet.
"Either take my hits or I will leave! This sissy fighting stance of yours gives me the impression you had no one but women teaching you how to fight! How about you fight like a real man!" The dark crimson haired brute bellowed with blood shot eyes.
My brows furrowed. Saying my fighting stance is some sissy shit... That's a low blow.
What's wrong with having women as martial arts masters? I get that our bodies are different and all that, it doesn't mean they can't teach men.
"What's your name? Tell me, or I won't change my fighting techniques." I said as a look of reluctance was on his face, but he changed it immediately when he heard I would change my fighting style.
"The name is Ulvandar! Son of Bjorn Stone-face!" Ulvandar said with pride evident on his face.
I chuckled, then changed my form to one of aggressiveness.
Ulvandar smile threatened to tear his lips as he lunged at me with all might. His undulations flaring.
I stood my ground waiting for him to reach me.
"Mountain crushing fist!" Ulvander bellowed as earthen energy enveloped his right fist, it's color brown, tinged with gold.
I felt a mountainous pressure as the first neared my face, but that didn't deter me as I dodged to the right, my stance lowering as my first winded back.
"Glacier Claw." I said as my first enveloped in icy might connected with his ribs.
"UGHHH!" Ulvander grunted in pain. But he focused his senses and tried to punch me once more with his right hand.
I dodged once again to his left. My left fist enveloped in the same ice energy.
"Glacier Claw." My fist connected once more, I felt Ulvander flinch, his eyes unfocused.
I didn't care.
My right fist hit his stomach, Ulvander tried to block it. But I was too fast for him.
Ulvander knelt, clutch his stomach.
"Fuck! You're too fast! This is going to be so much fun!" Ulvander's maniacal smile didn't falter, not one bit.
Tsk.
He's too deranged, I need to finish this with a KO.
He's already healing fast.
Nothing like a good old beat down I guess.
Ulvander lunged at me with the same mountaing crushing fist. He didn't slow down even with the hits I gave him.
I sighed inwardly as I was about to end his whole career now.
*BOOM*
A punch landed aon his abdomen, followed by anotherz and another.
I didn't discriminate as I landed blows all over his body.
Torso, shoulders, hands, elbow, chest.
Ulvander took in the beating with a confused expression.
Probably wondering what the hell is going on as his brain registered pain stimulation all over his body.
I smirked as I felt his consciousness slipping due to the immense pain I'm inflecting on him.
I stopped to admire my work.
Ulvander stood with his arms broken and twisted. Bruises started appearing all over his abdomen and chest. Bleeding and lacerations.
Ulvander looked pathetic right now.
"How you like this beating? Hmm? Is it to your satisfaction? Or do you want me to start hitting that pretty face of yours?" I said mockingly, Cracking my fist.
Ulvander was wheezing, he was bleeding profusely. But his smile didn't waver...
And that irked me.
That's it.
My fist landed on his face, the power of the force overwhelming to him.
Ulvander skidded across the floor, hitting his head and body multiple times on the hard floor. His blood and flesh smearing the ground in a grotesque painting drawn in blood.
His body stopped when he reached the wall of the arena, it slowly slid down as his blood smeared the wall.
Ulvander fell on his butt. Legs and arms spread out.
And with a cheeky smile on his miserable face.
Fucking lunatic!
Respect!
Weird how the crowd was silent all this time...
What's up with that!?
My eyes wandered through the crowd, seeing them looking at me with solemn and ridiculing looks.
I raised my brow, then looked back at Ulvander.
Lo and behold, a woman with with wild, dark crimson hair reaching her thighs was checking in on Ulvander.
She wore a crimson battle robe with armored parts on her arms and legs, and her chest was silver in color with a roaring bearing as the insignia. Finishing the look was the brown fur on her shoulders acting as cloak.
The similarities were astonishing to say the least, the only difference between them was her womanly curves that didn't hide with her muscular physique. Also she was wearing decent clothing compared to Ulvander minimalistic wardrobe choice.
The woman stood up, then snapped her fingers.
Two men flew down, grabbing Ulvander and taking him away from the arena.
The woman looked back at me, her golden eyes stared at me amusedly.
"Kyle, huh? You would do well as a son-in-law." She smirked as she said that. Her smile widened a little as I coughed into my hand. Not expecting a marriage proposal.
She disappeared right Infront of my eyes... She might be close in strength to Olne...
And seriously? Is she going to matchmake me with whom? Her son? No way Jose.
And if she has a daughter, I'm sure she would look just like her brother.
Yeah no thanks.
As soon as the woman left, cheers and boos left the crowd in droves.
"Even Stone-face's son couldn't handle this arrogant prick!? This is outrageous!"
"Godddamn it! I bet a lot of money on that brute!"
"To think the son of Karla herself would be bested in hand-to-hand combat..."
"That Kyle kid is a menace for real!"
"Hey look! The holy daughter is descending to the arena!"
What?
I looked back to see Sarah's feet touch the ground gracefully. Her black robe fluttered as she brandished two obsidian daggers. They captured the light, devouring it completely.
"Kyle, was it? How about we spar a little, hmm?" Sarah said with a little smile beneath her veil.
"What is the meaning of this? Sarah?" The sect master floated above us, she had a look of incredulity and curiosity.
"Nothing much, sect master. I just want to test if this Kyle person has what it takes to conquer me, that's all." Sarah said with a genial smile.
I couldn't help but scoff.
"Please. I think you know the answer to that. Right, Sarah?" I said while being as theatrical as possible. Only to receive a death glare from Sarah.
"We'll see about that."