"Wow, that was truly a show between those ladies," Rovanis said, the King of the Empire.
"Yes, they were impressive," Alvoryn replied. "But the one I’m most impressed by is Kyrion. He’s actually strong."
"Yes, he is," Rovanis agreed. "To be honest, I’m not even sure my power could match his. His strength might even surpass mine. But that’s not the match I’m waiting for," Alaric said.
"Then which match are you waiting for? Is it the only one?" Dalvin Said.
"No, they is match I’m waiting for specifically... ," Alaric Said
"He someone very formidable. I think he is even be stronger than Kyrion," Alaric added .
"No one here can be stronger than him, I don’t think it’s possible," Davin added.
"Well, there’s someone," Alaric said with a smirk. "Nolan Thorne . I actually want to see him fight. That’s going to be the main event."
"Then let’s proceed and watch this coming fight," Rovanis said.
The emissary raised his voice. "Now, step into the arena, Tharion!"
The gates slid open as Tharion walked in, smiling confidently. The crowd erupted in cheers.
"Tharion hails from Boludav Village. He is an A-rank adventurer, renowned for his incredible speed and mastery of close-range combat. He is famously called ’Deadly Smile’ because he smiles at his opponents, luring them into underestimating him—but make no mistake, he is deadly and extremely strong," the emissary announced, lowering the paper as the crowd continued to roar.
"Now, for the next opponent," the emissary announced. "Dan, from the Empire. Also an A-rank adventurer, renowned for his devastating punches and his signature ability, Invincible."
The crowd erupted into loud cheers as Dan stepped into the arena, his presence commanding attention.
Dan and Tharion faced each other, their eyes locking in mutual determination. The tension between them was palpable, the audience holding their breath in anticipation of the battle to come.
"Now, let the match begin!" the emissary announced.
In an instant, Dan activated his skill and vanished from sight.
"Wow... this is the first time I’m seeing this!" someone in the crowd exclaimed. "Incredible! That skill is amazing!"
The audience murmured, buzzing with excitement and tension.
A man muttered under his breath, "This is going to be a problem... why would they use it right from the very start of the match?"
Tharion’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing as he tried to anticipate Dan’s invisible movements. The air around the arena seemed to crackle with anticipation—the battle had only just begun, and it was already proving to be unpredictable.
"What the hell is going on? Where is he going to attack from? I don’t even know where he is now. I need to close the distance," Tharion muttered, tightening his grip on his sword.
"Well, I’ll swing in a wide arc. I need to keep him away from my 2-meter, 4-meter range," Tharion said, turning cautiously.
Suddenly, Dan appeared briefly, then leapt back while still invincible. Tharion heard the faint sound of Dan’s footsteps as he retreated. He moved to intercept, swinging his sword with precision, but Dan evaded effortlessly, gliding backward while making almost no sound.
"This guy is strong. If I face him without using my skill, I won’t stand a chance. But with my Invincibility, no one can defeat me. I just need to close the distance without him realizing. One punch from me and it’s over," Dan thought, his mind sharp and calculating
"Hey man, don’t be an asshole. Fight me. Time runs out. There’s no love or anything," Dan shouted as he activated another technique.
A faint sound, footsteps coming from different directions, filled the arena. He was trying to confuse Tharion, making it feel as if his movements were coming from all around.
"This is bad. He’s trying to fool me," Tharion thought, narrowing his eyes.
"Why are you looking to your left? I’m not there. I’m on your right," Dan said, taunting him.
Before Tharion could react, Dan punched him in the stomach. Tharion stumbled back, then ran toward the direction he thought was safe. He swung and slashed, but Dan wasn’t there. Footsteps echoed from another direction.
Tharion braced himself, thinking a punch was coming, and dodged. But the real strike came from his right. The punch slammed into his head, sending him to the ground.
"Wow, this is going to be a problem for Tharion. But wait, didn’t he say Dan was his companion? Aren’t they on the same team?" Nolan said, frowning.
"It looks like they aren’t working together. They might even fight against each other," Celia replied.
"How did you know that, master?"
"You haven’t been paying attention to the rules. When it was our turn, they called us Team Nolan. They decided only one of us would go. Since we already sent Linda, we can’t send her again. Dan is tricky, and his punches carry a lot of weight. That will be troublesome. But Tharion might have a chance. If he follows the wind, he might be able to sense where Dan is coming from. If he thinks of a good plan, he could survive," Nolan explained.
"Yeah, you’re right. From the wind alone, you can tell where the punch is coming from. But they say Tharion is fast, yet we haven’t seen him move quickly yet," Lyra added.
"We’ll just keep watching and see," Nolan said, eyes fixed on the arena.
"Hey, what’s going on? This isn’t even a proper match. What is happening? That guy who’s smiling... he’s just taking punch after punch from Dan!" the audience shouted in shock.
Dan unleashed a flurry of punches on Tharion, each strike faster and heavier than the last. Blood dripped from the corner of Tharion’s lip, yet he was still smiling.
"Why aren’t you falling? Why can’t you just fall? You can’t win! Give up!" Dan yelled, frustration mounting. For original chapters go to novel·fire·net
"My punches... someone this strong... I’ve knocked people out with just two punches before. But this guy..." Dan muttered through gritted teeth. He had thrown more than twenty strikes, yet Tharion hadn’t fallen, and he hadn’t counterattacked either.
"Could he be plotting something?" Dan wondered, eyes narrowing.