The narrator, standing high above the roaring crowd in his elevated box, raised his arms theatrically to calm the audience. His voice boomed across the arena, amplified by the excitement and energy of the spectators.
"Ladies and gentlemen! What a fight we just witnessed! But don't get too comfortable… because in just a few moments, we'll see something truly extraordinary!"
The crowd erupted again, their cheers filling the air. The narrator's grin widened as he leaned forward, his voice dropping slightly, almost conspiratorial.
"For the next battle, we bring you a legend. A fighter whose name alone sends shivers down the spines of all who hear it. The undefeated. The relentless. The Demon Monkey. Madagascar!"
The arena shook with the crowd's wild cheers as the name echoed across the pit.
"Madagascar," the narrator continued, his tone filled with reverence, "is not just a fighter; he's a force of nature. Over the years, he has left a trail of broken bones and shattered dreams in his wake. Opponents have fallen at his feet, their wills crushed before they even landed a strike. He is a predator in human form, and his record speaks for itself. Every battle he's entered has ended the same way—with him standing victorious!"
The narrator paused for effect, his tone dropping. "And now, he faces a newcomer. A boy who stunned us all by defeating Faceless. Many of you are asking: Why pit a legend against a rookie? What does this Jin have to offer against the Demon Monkey?" He chuckled darkly. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we're about to find out. Because in the pit, there are no questions. Only answers."
A Few Minutes Later
The crowd buzzed with excitement, their anticipation building to a fever pitch. The narrator raised his arms again, signaling the start of the next fight.
"Now, let's welcome back to the pit… Jin!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting Jin's name in waves, their admiration fueled by his victory over Faceless. The young fighter stepped into the pit, his blade at his side, his expression calm but focused. As he walked forward, the echoes of the crowd surrounded him, their energy fueling his resolve.
But then, as Jin reached the center of the pit, the air shifted.
The narrator's voice broke through the cheers. "And now… the moment you've all been waiting for. The Demon Monkey. The one and only—Madagascar!"
The crowd erupted once more, but this time it was different. The excitement was laced with fear, a reverence for the fighter they knew so well.
Madagascar emerged slowly, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His figure was imposing, his presence radiating an unnatural energy that seemed to grip the entire arena.
The cheers began to falter. One by one, members of the audience fell silent, their faces pale as they felt the weight of his aura. Some clutched their chests, gasping for air. Others fainted, their bodies collapsing into their seats.
Madagascar stepped into the pit, his gaze locked on Jin, a predatory grin spreading across his face. The ground beneath his feet seemed to crack slightly with each step, the sheer force of his presence overwhelming.
The crowd, now hushed to a fearful silence, watched as the Demon Monkey came to a stop across from Jin.
The narrator, his voice tinged with awe, whispered into the microphone. "The aura of Madagascar… even the strongest can't withstand it. Will Jin stand tall… or will he crumble like the rest?"
Madagascar tilted his head slightly, his grin widening as he sized Jin up. He said nothing, but his intent was clear.
And in the silence, the tension thickened like a storm ready to break.
Madagascar stood motionless in the center of the pit, his wild eyes locked onto Jin, a sinister grin splitting his face. His voice echoed across the arena, deep and filled with a menacing confidence.
"I don't intend to waste time with you, jin" he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "Show me what you're hiding. The real power inside of you. Don't make me pull it out myself."
Before Jin could respond, Madagascar's body pulsed with raw energy. The air grew heavy as a sudden burst of power erupted from him, an invisible shockwave spreading in all directions. The ground beneath his feet cracked and split apart, the sheer force scattering chunks of rock across the pit. Overhead, the ceiling of the arena trembled, small fragments of stone and dust falling from above as faint cracks formed in the structure.
Jin, standing a few feet away, instinctively raised his arms to brace himself. His body jolted slightly, the overwhelming energy making his legs feel heavier. He clenched his fists, sweat beginning to form on his brow as he tried to steady himself.
"What… is this?" Jin muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his opponent. "What kind of person is he…?"
Madagascar didn't move an inch. Instead, he tilted his head, his grin widening. And then, with a faint twitch of his fingers, a massive, discordant warhammer materialized in mid-air beside him. Its design was jagged and brutal, its surface covered in runic markings that seemed to glow faintly with an ominous light.
The crowd erupted into wild cheers at the sight of the warhammer, their voices mixing with the deafening roar of the narrator.
"Behold!" the narrator bellowed. "The Demon Monkey's weapon of chaos! The warhammer of legend! Many have fallen to its crushing might, and only a few legends have even dared to stand before it. Will Jin be one of them?"
Madagascar didn't give Jin any time to react. With a flick of his wrist, the warhammer surged forward, flying through the air at an incredible speed, its target locked on Jin.
Jin barely had time to react. He raised his sword just in time, the blade catching the full force of the warhammer's blow. The impact sent a thunderous shockwave through the arena, the ground beneath Jin splintering and collapsing under the force.
For a moment, Jin held his ground, his blade trembling under the sheer power of the attack. But then, with a deafening CRACK, his sword shattered into pieces, shards flying in every direction. The hammer continued its momentum, slamming into Jin's chest with devastating force.
The impact launched Jin backward like a ragdoll, his body crashing through the byways of the pit. He hit the ground hard, skidding and tumbling across the rocky surface before finally coming to a stop.
Jin coughed, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to push himself up. His chest burned with pain, the injuries from the blow making it difficult to breathe.
Above him, the crowd erupted into wild cheers, their voices echoing through the arena like a storm.
"Madagascar!" they chanted. "Madagascar! Madagascar!"
The narrator's voice cut through the chaos, his tone filled with excitement. "Look at that hammer! No one—no one—has ever stood against it and survived unscathed. Only a handful of legends have even tried!" He laughed, his voice rising with glee. "Can this boy, this newcomer, even hope to endure against such overwhelming power?"
Madagascar stood at the center of the pit, his warhammer floating back to his side. He didn't advance. He didn't need to. His grin remained fixed as he watched Jin struggle, his aura radiating dominance and confidence.
"You're not done yet, are you?" Madagascar called out, his tone mocking. "Stand up, boy. Show me you're worth breaking!"
Madagascar took a step forward, his presence dominating the battlefield. His golden eyes flared to life, their glow piercing through the haze of dust and debris in the pit. He studied Jin, still crumpled on the ground, his body visibly trembling as he attempted to push himself upright. Madagascar's grin faded, replaced by a scowl of pure irritation.
"Your healing should have already kicked in," Madagascar growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "I've faced fighters who recovered before the dust settled"
As he spoke, something shifted within him. His golden eyes flickered, and faint traces of energy—faint remnants of Jin's demonic power—began to swirl around Jin's battered form. The energy was subtle, almost invisible to the naked eye, but Madagascar saw it clearly.
"You're hiding something," he muttered under his breath, his scowl deepening. "This isn't fear of losing… this is something else."…. "You should have healed already "
Suddenly, a small, shadowy figure emerged from Madagascar's shoulder. A mischievous, demonic monkey with glowing red eyes perched itself there, its skeletal grin gleaming in the dim light of the pit. The creature spoke softly, its voice dripping with amusement, though only Madagascar could hear it.
"Look at him," the monkey said, gesturing toward Jin with a tiny claw. "He's not refusing to fight, oh no… He's scared. Scared of what lies inside."
Madagascar's eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding together in frustration. "Scared?" he spat. "Pathetic."
The monkey cackled, a sinister echo that sent chills through the air. "Oh, you'll have to force it out of him. Make him bleed. Make him break. And maybe… just maybe… he'll finally wake up."
Without hesitation, Madagascar leapt into action. The ground beneath him shattered like glass, jagged fragments of rock and dust exploding outward as his sheer force propelled him forward. Grabbing his hammer mid-air, he twirled it with expert precision, the weapon becoming a blur of destructive energy in his hands.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices a chaotic symphony of excitement.
"Madagascar! Madagascar!" they chanted, their cries shaking the very walls of the pit.
The narrator's voice boomed through the speakers, his excitement barely contained. "He's on the move! Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we've been waiting for! The Demon Monkey is about to deliver a crushing blow!"
Madagascar's golden eyes burned with intensity as he closed the gap between him and Jin in an instant. Raising his warhammer high above his head, he hurled it downward with devastating force. Jin barely had time to react before the hammer's edge connected with his body, sweeping him off his feet and sending him flying.
The impact sent Jin hurtling upward like a missile, his body crashing into the ceiling of the pit with a deafening CRACK. Rocks and debris rained down as the ceiling fractured, dust clouding the air. Jin's limp form fell from the ceiling, slamming back into the ground with a sickening thud.
The crowd went wild, their cheers deafening.
"Madagascar! The Demon Monkey! Look at that power!" the narrator screamed into the microphone, his voice echoing throughout the arena. "Not a single fighter has stood a chance against him! This is why he's undefeated! This is why he's a legend!"
Madagascar stood in the center of the pit, his hammer resting against his shoulder. He didn't bask in the crowd's admiration. In fact, their endless cheering seemed to irritate him. His eyes remained locked on Jin, who lay battered and unmoving on the ground.
"Shut up," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
The crowd didn't hear him, but the demonic monkey on his shoulder did.
"You're getting distracted," it teased, its voice a sing-song mockery. "Focus on the boy. Break him. Rip out that power you crave to see."
Madagascar's grip on his hammer tightened, his knuckles turning white. "I'll make him show me," he said, his voice cold and resolute. "Even if it kills him."
Jin slowly muttered to himself, "He's fast"