Rafael returned to the team stands.
''You are back already?'' Giron asked with a frown.
Rafael nodded and sat down, ''I took few painkillers— I will be fine.''
''… Alright then.''
''How was Michael?'' Sariel asked
Rafael clenched his fist and looked in the direction of Iceland, where Avery was gently smiling while a crowd of girls surrounded him.
''He is fine…'' Rafael replied.
Sariel nodded.
Rafael looked at Ichiro, who was sitting eyes closed.
'Can he really defeat that monster…' Rafael thought.
''SECOND SEMIFINALS BEGINS! FROSTYLAND VS. ICELAND!'' Lyon shouted powerfully.
*CHEERS*
Liam opened his eyes— he is in perfect condition.
'One more match…' Liam thought to himself.
''G-Good luck.'' Kira cheered.
His other friends also wished him luck.
The citizens who were watching from Frostyland were more nervous than ever before in their lives.
One more match, and then they are fighting against undefeatable High School of Fighting in finals!
It is one of the most outstanding achievements a school can achieve.
Liam's mother, Carla, and his sister Laura watched the TV with nervous looks.
Doesn't matter if Liam loses.
He has already made them proud.
He had made everyone in Frostyland proud.
They can finally hold their heads high.
After decades of humiliation.
They can finally say proudly that they are from Frostyland.
The first member of Frostyland entered the arena.
His name is Erik, and he has short brown hair with an average-looking face. He is also Peak Martial Leader, which can already be considered a genius in Frostyland.
The first member of Iceland was an arrogant-looking male with slightly longer black hair with an above-average face. He is Low Martial Captain, and his name is Seiji.
'Hmph… This will be an easy win because we have Avery!' Seiji shouted in his mind.
The members of Iceland grew arrogant because Avery was with them— otherwise, they wouldn't dare to act arrogant, even if they were facing against weaker teams.
Only Kings are allowed to act arrogant, but now every member of Iceland doesn't even care about Kings.
They look at them with faces of mocking and arrogance.
''First match! Seiji Vs. Erik!''
''Are you both ready?!''
Erik nodded and went into his fighting stance.
Seiji snorted and nodded.
''FIGHT!''
Erik started running towards Seiji.
Seiji stood without a fighting stance.
Erik gritted his teeth after seeing Seiji making fun of them.
'Don't you dare to make fun of us… We have suffered such looks our entire lives… But not anymore!'
Erik twisted his waist and unleashed his punch.
Seiji snorted and simply put his arm as a block.
But Erik's punch never contacted his block…
''?'' Seiji was confused but then saw Erik about to tackle his legs.
''Hmph!'' Seiji quickly grabbed Erik from his shoulders and instantly stopped his momentum.
'So close!' Erik lamented.
He tried to tackle Seiji and make him fall down to the ground.
Then it would be easier for Erik to control the match, but his plan failed.
Seiji grabbed his shoulders tighter and threw him away from him.
Erik rolled in the ground several meters until his momentum stopped, and he could finally stand up.
But then, Seiji's punch was already approaching him.
Erik quickly put his arms as a block.
*BAM*
Seiji's punch hit Erik's block, which sent him sliding on the ground.
''Damn…'' Erik rubbed his painful arms, but then he saw Seiji continuing his attacks.
*SWOOSH*
Seiji punched with scary accuracy.
Erik quickly moved his head out of the way, but Seiji's punch scratched his cheek, which caused a small slash wound to appear.
Erik quickly moved away from Seiji.
''ERIK, YOU CAN DO IT!'' He heard his friends shouting.
''Seiji, you can do it,'' Avery said with a mocking look, but no one saw it.
Seiji hearing his newfound idol cheering him made him more energetic.
Seiji unleashed another dozen of punches, making Erik retreat without stopping.
Soon Erik found him being near the edge of the arena.
His forehead was drenched in sweat.
With the corner of his eyes, he could see Liam's mighty figure watching the match.
Erik has immense respect for Liam.
Without him, they would have lost in Round of 256, or maybe they wouldn't have survived the battle royale phase.
'I need to help him…' Erik swore on his mind.
His face turned serious.
Seiji threw another punch, which went straight towards Erik's face.
Erik moved his head out of the way, and Seiji's punch missed his face by an inch.
Seiji didn't care and unleashed his front kick.
Erik quickly put his arms as a block, but the kick pushed him to the edge of the arena.
Seiji unleashed another punch, 'I won!' He shouted excitedly in his mind.
''ERIK!''
Erik heard an anxious shout, but he concentrated on the upcoming punch.
Erik crossed his arms and prepared his counter-attack.
Seiji smirked and was certain that this punch would be the end of him.
But then he heard a shout, ''He is planning to use his kicks!'' Avery shouted.
Seiji widened his eyes and retreated.
*SWOOSH*
Erik's kick went past his head.
Only missing an inch.
Erik widened his eyes in shock, 'How did he find out?!'
Seiji had slight sweatdrops trickling down his cheeks— he turned to Avery and gave a shaky nod.
Avery innocently nodded, 'Piece of sh*t, I can't let you get defeated— I am tired of being around these disgusting commoners. Faster this tournament ends, faster I can go have some fun with that Nightside bitch.'
Liam narrowed his eyes while looking at Avery, 'How did he find out about the kick…?'
Seiji turned his head back to Erik and looked angry.
He almost lost in front of his idol.
''BASTARD!'' Seiji shouted and did a liver punch.
''UGH!'' Erik spat out a mouthful of saliva and fell down on his knees.
''Hmph.'' Seiji snorted and kicked at Erik's head.
*BAM*
Erik's vision went dark, and the last thing he saw was his anxious-looking friends.
'Sorry…' Erik's lied on the ground; he was knocked out.
''FIRST MATCH OVER! WINNER, SEIJI!''