"My fucking arm!"
Marlon screamed in agony as his severed limb hit the ground, blood spurting from the wound. The crowd gasped, some covering their mouths in horror, while others cheered at the gruesome display.
Rynar, now desperate, tried one last attack, aiming for Bracus's back. But the butcher was already moving. "You as well!" He turned, his blade flashing through the air, and in one swift motion, he decapitated Rynar.
The arena fell silent for a moment, stunned by the brutality of the fight. Then, slowly, the crowd began to cheer, their voices rising in a deafening roar.
Bracus stood over the fallen bodies of his opponents, his blades dripping with blood. He turned to the announcer, a smug grin on his face.
"Well?" he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Do I advance?"
The announcer, clearly impressed, nodded. "You do."
