"Oh you wanna play?" Nador smiled, seeing the men slowly surrounding him from all sides.
"Gaaah!!" Two impatient men dashed out of formation, swinging their weapons wildly at Nador who effortlessly dodged the attacks before responding with a kick to the side sending one of the men flying out the ring. Dropping to the ground and leg sweeping the other then stomping on his stomach, knocking the daylights out of him. Within a second, two had been eliminated.
Two orange colored magic circles materialized in the air before him. With a wave of his hands, the invisible wind pushed him out of the way, crashing in on dozens of others like bowling pins, just in time for the balls of highly condensed fire scorched the very ground he previously stood.
A sword was swung to his side, but Nador lazily sidestepped the attack and responded with a backhand slap to the cheeks, sending him flying off.
Jack, the Duke's son saw an opening and dashed with his shield, ready for a power bash and closed in on Nador within a few steps.
Having no where to dodge or run, Nador condensed the visible air waves into the soles of his feet and stomped the body of the shield approaching him. With a burst of intense wind, he was pushed back tens of meters before crashing against the rings wall as the shield broke like eggshells.
A fist was sent to his side but missed him by a few centimeters with him tilting to the side to deliver a strong elbow strike to the attacker who was knocked back with a broken jaw. Three more participants launched themselves at him while the rest crawled slowly in their defensive formation.
"Fuck it." Seeing himself being surrounded from all angles, Nador manipulated the invisible wind elements around him, compressing it into a palm sized ball in his hands. When the participants were five meters away from him, Nador slammed the ball into the ground and an explosion of chaotic wind wave swept from him.
The blast reached the radius of 30 meters, hitting all the participants with it's massive shockwave. But those closer to him suffered the burn of the attack as their bodies directly exploded into a pile of blood and mashed flesh.
"That leaves us.." Nador spoke out loud as he turned to the cloaked figure who his behind a golden sphere like barrier which protected him from the attack.
Nador couldn't contain his grin at the thought of facing one of the most overpowered Mc's of the game... Luke.
But that wasn't the case for our poor Luke as he was writhing in anger. He stretched out his hand from the sides and a void tore through the space before him. A sword hilt shot out from the tear and into his hands as he pulled out the massive longsword in it's golden and white hilt.
Lungus... A sword who's power is comparable to a divine weapon even though it was a legendary tier weapon. And Nador pulled out... A spear head.
To the crowds, it was like fighting in a sword fight with nothing but a spoon.
"Bwhahaha!! He's got himself a spear head!"
"Ahhh~ what was I thinking!? I can't believe i thought he had a chance!"
"Damn you Elf boy!! Knocking out my investment like a damn piece of cloth!"
The crowds soon burst into a fit of laughter as hurls of insults and mocking comments was tossed at Nador, mainly from the males in the crowds.
His actions left Luke questions about life.
"Ms Beatrice, do you have any idea what weapon that is?" Luke asked with an odd look. It might be just a spearhead, but the intimidating aura emanating from that weapon is not to be taken likely.
"... I... Do not know? This is odd." She spoke, muttering the last part to her self.
"If I don't know the weapon or it's origins, then it should have been in existence even before my era... This is quite a scary thought." She added before looking at Nador in a new light. At first she thought he was just a playboy with a good physical strength, but now it seems there's more that meet the eye.
Taking the silence of Beatrice as a signal, Luke kicked off the ground with a massive collosal thud and dashed towards Nador with his weapon drawn back.
Exactly 10 meters away from Nador's position did he unsheathe the sword, but it was so fast, it appeared as if he didn't even touch the sword, but the massive golden crescent beam that tore through the air proved otherwise.
Fearless as ever, Nador dashed straight for the sword beam with a burst of speed. Inches away from the attack, he dropped on his feet and slid underneath the beam and then bouncing back to his feet, delivering a roundhouse kicks to Luke's side.
The kick was parried by the metal scabbard of his sword, and struck a solid punch on Nador's stomach, but as the punch was a few inches from connecting with his stomach, it lost momentum, giving Nador time to sidestep the strike.
Sensing something amiss, Luke ducked underneath the invisible wind blades, and kicked the ground, leaping away from any emanate danger, creating a distance between them.
"Luke, if this goes on on you'll only end up showing your trump cards." Beatrice who was silently watching all this while suddenly spoke, gaining a look of confusion from Luke.
"Yes, you are stronger, but his movement and his compatibility with his element proves his battle experience. If you want to win but have no hidden cards up your sleeve then it's fine. If not then I advise you to step down." She added with a frown staring at Luke's frown.
Luke's hesitation was as clear as daylight, but having no other option, turned away from Nador and walked out the stage, leaving Nador on the stage with palm sized question marks floating above his head.
"!?" Sensing the ripple through the invisible air, he kicked off the ground, barely dodging the fist that buried deep into the ground.
*BANNG!*
The 5 meters wide crater was formed on the spot which has been struck by the hooded figure. That strike was struck with the intent to kill.
"Who wants me dead?" Nador thought, quickly analyzing the situation. The darkness gathered around the fist of the hooded man's fist, turning it into a pitch black claws. Both arms covered in in black shadows with sharp dagger like claws at the end.
The air around Nador wrapped around his fist, coating it into a visible green colored energy. Kicking off the ground, as of responding to a signal, both dashed towards each other and struck.
*BOOOM!*
The wind swept round the ring along with the shadow like blades that cut through the walls of the ring. The mighty shockwave pushed Nador backwards a few meters while the hooded man remained rooted in his spot.
From that little exchange, it is obviously clear that Nador is at disadvantage.