Arc 2, Chapter 137 — Macho ManVs Slumbering Beauty.
Well, that was that. The 5th battle came to a conclusion, with both Viren and Potchmay Tied for victory. This means they both get to take the Phase 2 Examinations.
But enough about old news. Others were now focused on the Next Match.
Battle 4—Batista vs Bloomingdale!!!
"It’s them, 2 top old Bloodren 10s who lost last year."
"Incredible. With their Shards abilities, they are definitely qualified to stay at the top 5."
"Sadly, they weren’t as quick witted as these new Bloodren 10s... or else how would they have lost to older Bloodren 10s when they first started out?"
Their shards were stronger, but when they first started out, they were paired with older Bloodren 10s who defeated them because of experience.
After watching how Shugo and Viren handled Old Bloodren 10s, they had to say that Batista and Bloomingdale didn’t do very well during their first year after joining.
"That’s right. They should have done everything they can, to push their enemies out and over the LINE. Had they done that, they would be Bloodren 9s now."
More and more people commented, as they watched the duo slowly emerge from the tunnel.
Great! They were finally here.
~Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
It was time to get this fucking show on the road! The inward chants of the crowd made the atmosphere incredibly tense and silent.
There they are, two towering beings that were incredibly tall and broad. There was Batista the Iron Giant, with his baseball bat. This was no joke, his monstrous legs were as tall as some people’s shoulders here.
What man doesn’t desire such herculean height?
Long, ponytailed hair, piercings on lips, ears, and eyebrows—it was incredible that even after living in that broken down residence for older Bloodren 10s, he was still able to keep all piercings intact.
And his bat, also having dents and a few broken pieces, was more or less in good shape.
Batista the Giant was indeed a force to be reckoned with.
Nevertheless, Bloomingdale wasn’t bad either. Although slightly shorter than Batista, he was equally towering and imposing compared to a majority of his peers.
If only his legs grew bigger, then he would be more uniformed.
His Pizza-sliced shape— big upper body and twig legs—have always made others give him second looks. However, Bloomingdale seemed to think that this was the perfect way a man should be.
His upper body was a true work of art, but his lower body was quite questionable.
As expected, the rumors were true. He loved bragging about his perfect body, time and time again.
While walking towards the stage, he kept flexing his muscles, ecstatic about the discovery of a vein he had never seen before?
"Fufufufufufu~... I’m a living specimen of beauty. I’ve never seen this vein before... not on me or anyone else. Could it be a scientific discovery?"
Batista beside him was dumbfounded. "Back off! Get those inflation devices of yours off my freaking face!"
Who the hell wants to help this guy check for an unidentified vein?
As usual, the duo were like cat and dog, barking, scratching and arguing all the way to the arena. Watching backstage, Levon’s eyes gleamed.
As the match began, he found himself getting more and more drained into the match. Floriana, Payne, Hendrix, and even Victorio backstage with them... all had their eyes on the screen.
After a while, Hendrix slowly sat up, no longer leaning forward. "It’ll be a tie."
Although Batista was stronger, Bloomingdale, perhaps knowing that this was his only chance of progressing, fought with more spirit than Batista.
Bloomingdale became more flexible, and cautious too. And sure enough—
"Batista, Bloomingdale... TIE!"
Words couldn’t explain Bloomingdale’s relief.
"Hah!" He exclaimed, a hint of glee evident in his tone.
’I won’t have to stay in that old pit for another year again.’
It’s over... Today, he will be moving into the current Bloodren 10 Residence where Levon and the others lived.
Batista paused arrogantly. "Congratulations, inflated balloon! It seems you’ll have another chance to feel my glory up close!"
Well, it seemed both of them were Narcissistic by nature. Bloomingdale chuckled, slowly walking off the arena alongside Batista.
And as usual, the duo began raining insults at each other, till their silhouettes could no longer be seen. Many in the crowd nodded when hearing the host’s pronouncement.
Batista won the first match, and now, they were Tied this time.
Oh well~... On to the next!
Backstage, Payne slowly left Hendrix’s side. As for Floriana who awake just now, rose to get feet but suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness hit her.
The girl ventured out awake, but emerged at the other side of the tunnel deep asleep.
Battle 3—Florianna Micasumi Vs Payne Ignier.
The mysterious floating box descended from above, displaying their full names.
And once more, many felt it was overkill... especially those who weren’t here the first time.
"Son of a FISH! Why the hell is the DISPLAY BOX showing up for mere Bloodren 10s?"
"Exactly! What the hell is the Order thinking? For nobodies, they even go so far as revealing the Display Box?"
"Dammit, I’m so pissed! This is blatant discrimination for no Goddamn reason. Why didn’t they reveal this box years and decades back when I was fighting among the top 3 Bloodren 10 Battles?"
"Tch. Who the hell do you think you are? So what if you fought among the top 3 battles? Don’t you know that the higher you climb, the more powerful you meet in each rank?"
"That’s right. This guy says he used to be a fighter among the top 3 Bloodren 19 battles in his time. But now, as a Bloodren 7, he’s not even qualified to fight among the top 80 battles."
"That’s it. It’s the circle of life. The higher we go, the more our positions get displaced."
With fury burning in their eyes, many disliked the blatant favoritism the Order showed to these Bloodren 10s.
But what did it have to do with Payne Ignier and Floriana down below?
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