As the chaotic battle royale continued to intensify, the first few losses rippled through the arena like shockwaves, as weaker fighters began to fall. One by one, their life bars depleted, signaling their defeat. The audience watched in tense silence, holding their breath as some of the bravest contenders from each nation faced their end.
Fighter Losses
Blumund's Berserker was the first to fall. A massive punch from Eurazania's Beast, a charging rhinoceros-like creature, sent the warrior crashing against a stone formation. The impact drained his life bar to zero, and his body crumpled to the ground, motionless.
Announcement: "Blumund's Berserker has been eliminated. His life bar has been depleted. He is out of the fight."
The crowd gasped, many of them shocked by how quickly he had been overpowered. Some in the stands screamed in disbelief while others whispered about the overwhelming strength of the beasts.
Blumund Supporter (yelling from the stands): "No! He was our champion!"
Blumund Royal (face sinking in disbelief): "How did he fall so quickly? This isn't how it was supposed to happen..."
Next, Ingrassia's Elite Adventurer found himself cornered by Raja's swordsmen and the Dragons of the Forgotten Dragon City. Though he fought valiantly, his life bar drained rapidly as he was hit with an overwhelming combination of elemental magic and deadly swordplay. The dragon's fire melted through his defenses, and the swordsman's blade found its mark, piercing his chest.
Announcement: "Ingrassia's Elite Adventurer has been eliminated. His life bar has been depleted."
Ingrassia Royal (grimacing, clenching fists): "Our best... lost so easily?"
Ingrassia Soldier (in disbelief): "How can they be so strong? We need to regroup, quickly!"
Dwargon's Dwarf Warrior, a heavy tank who had taken the brunt of several attacks, was struggling to hold his ground. He attempted to block a powerful sword strike from El Dorado's finest, but his shield was shattered by the force. As his life bar rapidly drained, he tried to make one last stand, but it was futile. A final, crushing blow from a Forgotten Dragon sent him flying off the edge of the arena, his life bar flickering to zero before he could even react.
Announcement: "Dwargon's Dwarf Warrior has been eliminated. His life bar has been depleted."
Dwargon Noble (shocked and clenching his fists): "No... this is not happening! We've already lost one of our best!"
Dwargon Supporter (staring in disbelief): "How did they break through our defense? We were counting on him..."
Beerus' Reaction
From the VIP section, Beerus leaned back in his seat, arms folded, his purple eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and interest. His lips curved upward as he watched the fights unfold, particularly enjoying the chaos as some of the weaker teams began to fall apart.
Beerus (in a low, pleased tone to his wives): "This is starting to get fun. The weaker teams are already showing cracks, but the true players will start making their moves now."
He watched with keen interest as the giants from the Barren Lands, alongside the dragons and the beasts, pushed forward. He gave a small nod of approval.
Beerus (smirking to himself): "The strong will always rise to the top... but how will they handle the pressure of the others?"
Public and Audience Reactions
As the weaker fighters were eliminated, the audience reacted with a mix of shock, disbelief, and exhilaration. Fans of the fallen competitors were crushed, while those supporting the victors erupted into cheers. The crowd became more vocal, each loss intensifying the energy in the arena.
Blumund Supporter (yelling from the stands, heartbroken): "Our berserker is gone! We had faith in him... but now we're down one."
Falmouth Fan (clapping excitedly): "Look at the beasts go! We're going to win this!"
Eastern Empire's soldiers remained stoic, even as some of the weaker fighters fell. Their team had not lost anyone yet, and they were focused on their strategy. Still, even they could feel the pressure mounting as the stronger teams began to close in.
Eastern Empire Soldier (focused, eyes narrowed): "The others are showing their teeth... but we are still in control. Stay sharp!"
Meanwhile, Ingrassia's Royal Family was visibly shaken by the loss of their elite adventurer. The defeat was not just a blow to their team but also to their pride. Their nation was known for producing powerful fighters, and losing one of their best so early in the battle was devastating.
Ingrassia Queen (turning to her husband, troubled): "We have to make a move, or we'll lose even more. This isn't just a loss—it's a disaster."
Ingrassia Prince (grimacing): "We've underestimated our opponents. Let's hope our remaining fighters can turn the tide."
On the other side of the arena, the giants from the Barren Lands were in high spirits, having sent one fighter after another flying out of the arena. Their raw strength and size gave them an overwhelming advantage, and they were slowly but surely wiping out weaker teams. Their laughter echoed through the arena as they crushed their enemies with ease.
Barren Lands Giant (laughing boisterously): "This is too easy! Let's break them all!"
Barren Lands Supporter (cheering loudly): "That's it! Show them how it's done!"
The 10 Great Saints of Lubelius were still unscathed, but their stoic expressions betrayed a growing tension. Their battle strategy was precise, but the constant barrage of powerful attacks from other teams was taking a toll. They could sense that their time would come soon, and they had to make every move count.
Hinata (commanding her warriors): "Do not let them break our formation! We fight as one—no one stands alone!"
Carrion, observing the chaos from the stands, couldn't help but smile as his beasts from Eurazania continued to trample over anyone who got in their way. They were savage and relentless, and it seemed nothing could stop their onslaught. However, he also kept a sharp eye on the giants and dragons, knowing that their power was something his beasts might struggle against.
Carrion (muttering to himself, grinning): "This will be interesting. We're playing the long game, but I'll have my beasts take their share of the action. No one should think they can push us aside."
The Kings, Queens, and Nobles' Reactions
Rudra, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, watched the battlefield with intensity, his eyes flicking over his team and the other competitors. Though no member of his team had fallen, the loss of other fighters made him realize just how high the stakes were. He gave a curt nod to his generals, signaling them to prepare for the next stage of the battle.
Rudra (nodding to his generals): "We must remain vigilant. The others will start turning on us soon. We cannot allow complacency."
In the VIP section, Guy Crimson smiled slyly as he observed his high-ranking demons tearing through their opponents. His confidence was unwavering, but he knew better than to get too cocky. He still had to carefully consider how to use his remaining fighters effectively.
Guy Crimson (leaning back in his seat, chuckling): "The others will think they're safe, but the real challenge is just beginning. Let's see if they can handle the storm we're about to bring."
Milim was visibly excited, watching her dragons launch themselves into battle, tearing through the arena with fiery breath and unrelenting force. She laughed joyfully, clapping her hands in glee as her dragons dominated their opponents.
Milim (shouting over the noise): "Go, go, go! Burn everything! Let's show them the might of my dragons!"
As Jistav's puppets advanced with their eerie, mechanical movements, the Jistav King clenched his fists, his expression filled with a strange combination of pride and frustration. His team's strategy was relying heavily on their control and manipulation, but it was clear they were struggling against the raw strength of the giants and dragons.
Jistav King (sighing heavily): "We must hold on... I just hope our puppets can outlast the others."
The first wave of eliminations had set the stage for what promised to be an even more chaotic and thrilling battle. The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena, and the tension in the air was palpable. The survivors knew the stakes had risen higher, and every move counted. The real fight had just begun.