[The final battle will be a fight to the end]
[No surrender. A winner shall be crowned when only one opponent is dead]
[All abilities are allowed, weapons and all hidden trump cards]
[Battle starts!!!]
"Guess this is our cue to begin," Kyle said, nocking his arrows after giving himself some distance.
"You probably wouldn't be talking if you knew what I'm going to do to you. No, you probably wouldn't be here if you knew that," Nemesis said, his voice cold, the rage in his heart barely locked in.
"I'm scared. Do something then. I wouldn't feel good if you held back, after all," Kyle said, still smiling, finding Nemesis' words worthless—empty threats said to psychologically destabilize him. Well, a mental attack like that could never work on him.
Kyle released the arrow, the arrow flying toward Nemesis. Now, just dodge the arrow to the right like you have always done before and be in for a surprise, Kyle anticipated. But then he saw something strange—his arrow missed the target. And the most shocking thing? Nemesis didn't move an inch or even try to dodge.
"How's this possible? I have never missed from this point, more so a moving target," Kyle was in disbelief.
Nocking another arrow, he fired, and the same thing happened—the arrow missed. A non-moving target, and yet, he missed his shot. Kyle felt confused, but that didn't stop him from taking more shots. And each shot he took, his attack missed.
"Hey, why is Kyle not aiming correctly and shooting Nemesis? Is this match scripted? Wait… is that the reason the odds were like that?" a betting addict who had staked his entire fortune muttered.
"Hey! Fucking shoot that idiot, will you?! Stop missing like an idiot!" a panicked player shouted, the fear of losing all his coins fueling his rage.
Well, he wasn't the only one hurling curses at Kyle—several players were doing the same.
While Kyle couldn't hear the insults—the system prevented the fighters from hearing any ill words directed at them—he could see the rage on their faces. And, of course, he wasn't too dumb to not know that they were hurling curses at him.
Kyle kept shooting his arrows at Nemesis, but frustratingly, none of his arrows could hit the stagnant Nemesis.
"Is this some sort of skill of yours? Why can't I hit you?!" Kyle yelled, beginning to lose his cool.
Taking a brave step that might actually seem foolish, Kyle walked toward Nemesis slowly, shooting his arrows at the standing Nemesis, intent on landing a shot, but still, all his attacks kept missing. Even while walking closer and shooting, his attacks kept missing for some unexplainable reason. First, the attack was on course, then all of a sudden, it went off course and missed the target—some just literally phased through Nemesis.
Twenty meters. Fifteen meters. Ten meters.
Kyle kept walking closer to Nemesis while still shooting, but the crazy part? He still wasn't able to land a single attack on him.
He walked until he was ten steps away from Nemesis. He continued walking until they were only three steps apart.
"Alright. The embarrassment stops here. I have had enough of you toying with me," Kyle said, getting really angry.
He retrieved a dagger from his inventory and stabbed at Nemesis' eyes, intent on stabbing through his eye socket. But to his dismay, his attack missed.
"How... how are you dodging my attack even when all you do is stand in one spot?" Kyle asked, starting to find the situation a little bit crazy—okay, a lot crazy.
"You don't need to know. Now, thanks for saving me the stress of going after you," Nemesis said to Kyle.
Kyle, finding the situation dangerous, tried to move backward and gain some distance—until he heard Nemesis' chilling voice command him:
"Stop!"
For some reason, Kyle was unable to move an inch.
Kyle was beginning to find the whole situation weird—from the beginning of the battle until now, he couldn't comprehend anything.
"On your knees!" Nemesis commanded.
Against his will, and despite his attempt to fight against the invisible power forcing him to his knees, Kyle couldn't resist it. He fell, to his dismay and disappointment.
"What the hell is this?! What are you doing to me?!" Kyle yelled.
"Stop talking!" Nemesis commanded, and Kyle's mouth sealed shut.
Kyle felt so much rage and hatred at Nemesis—disgracing him in front of countless people like that.
"It seems you're wondering why you listened to my command. Well, I will tell you. I'm using dragon magic with my dragon's tongue," Nemesis explained to the clueless Kyle.
Dragon magic.
The magic of dragons.
Dragons, creatures loved by mana and the world, could control mana and bend it to their will to accomplish tasks by simply speaking the command using their dragon tongue.
It was an ability accessible only to dragons.
Your mana quantity within your dragon heart and the purity of your bloodline determined how strong and ridiculous your command could be. Commanding the collapse of a world, the reversal of time—all of that depended only on the purity of your bloodline and your mana quantity.
While Nemesis had low mana quantity, he possessed the purest known bloodline of dragons—the Primordial Bloodline. So it wasn't tasking for him to give such simple commands.
But if he was greedy and did more than his mana quantity could currently handle, then, well… he would explode to bits. His death would be confirmed, since it would be a self-inflicted attack and not an attack from an enemy.
Kyle tried to break free from the spell, but it was like being a handcuffed man with heavy weights tied to his legs, thrown into the ocean. He felt a pressure weighing down on him, suppressing him. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up—neither could he speak.
"How does it feel to be played with like that? I suppose it feels good… or not. Come on, tell me your experience. It will be fun to listen to," Nemesis said to the mute Kyle.
"Oh, where are my manners? You can't talk. Allow me to help you," Nemesis said, using his dragon tongue to lift his previous spell on Kyle, allowing him to speak again.
"How dare you do this to me?! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Kyle yelled, seething with anger.
"Me?" Nemesis smirked. "Oh, I guess you should know who you're dealing with."