" Ladies and Gentleman welcome to The 18th Hermes Arena. On the screen, you can see the participants who will fight to win a high-grade weapon. This weapon was wielded by knight Tsurugi, a weapon that can cut even one of the diamonds with ease." The announcer said.
" A high-grade weapon and not just any weapon but the Tsurugi families' katana." The audience was in awe after the reveal of the item.
" I wonder who bet on it?"
The items can only be revealed to someone if someone had paid extra fees, otherwise, there would only be a brief description of the product that they could see. Ben had paid so he knew what it was, even Yelena was surprised because the price was too high for her to afford but Conan had paid for it to participate.
They could see the participants, there was one participant, who was wearing a black mask with light red colour circles in the place of the eyes and a red colour smile where the lips are supposed to be. It was a creepy mask, the person was wearing a hood that covered his head as well.
" Alright Everyone, here is the result of Betting, The one with the highest amount of bet placed on him, is as expected, the Scythe Bearer. He is the death God himself." After this the announcer showed the other participants, there were some with no Bets placed on them.
" So this Creepy Mask guy is Conan, did he have to choose this name in particular?" Yelena said to Ben.
" I am the only one betting on him, I will be rich if he wins this." Ben was feeling confident that Conan will easily and so did Yelena. " But I wonder what is the item he wants among these two."
" All four participants please enter the stage." The commentator announced.
A guy wearing an Open long coat and pants with a scythe entered the ring first, after that Conan entered the ring and then the other two.
" Begin!"
Just as the match Begin and Ben was focusing on the Match, Yelena stood up from her seat and quietly left without him noticing.
' I must take action now, or I will have nothing in the future.' Yelena thought to herself
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In the ring Conan stood silently in one corner, making sure that he doesn't show off more than what was needed.
" Candidates are allowed to kill each other, there is no rule in this match, I am going to enjoy your blood." Scythe Bearer licked his scythe and the first one he aimed for was Conan. " Your face I don't like it, it is a mockery towards me when you are fighting someone like me."
" What are you saying I thought this truly fit the theme of this event? Since all of you are so creepy I tried to mix somehow."
" Sharp tongue but we will see which is sharper when my scythe cuts it."
He ran holding his scythe but suddenly stopped to block the flying objects that suddenly came at him.
" A weapon, What grade it is to fly like this?" The Scythe Bearer was in shock and the realisation suddenly hit him that he may not be able to win this match.
" You guys help me kill it, this guy has a special grade weapon." He shouted.
The other two people were too bulky and had scars all over thier body, they had some weird crest over thier heads.
Many people use thier slave in the fight reward and even the betting money, these two were examples of that. Fear of death was the only thing that drove these slaves to fight like this because if they don't follow any orders they are killed off by thier master.
Hearing that someone was using a special grade weapon made them side with the other person. Both of them ran towards Conan to slam him between themselves. However Conan's weapon returned to him and he held them in front of them both of them didn't stop and tried to collide with the daggers, it was at this moment the shape of the dagger changed into the shape of two long swords and before they could crush him he had pierced them inside both of the fighters and they were immediately on the floor.
" Who the hell are you?" The scythe bearer that everyone was so confident enough to bet their money on was scared.
" You think I would wear a mask if I would want to tell you who I am." Just after saying that Conan's sword flew in the air and changed from what it was now in the form of arrows and a hundred of them. that cornered Scythe Bearer from every angle.
" I want to give up!" He said loudly for the organizers to hear.
[ Scythe Bearer forfeits which means Creepy Mask is the Winner.]
[ And according to the rules, in case a person withdraws they would have to pay five times the amount of the goods which would be distributed between the winner of the bet as a bonus.]
' I want to be this strong.' Ben Thought seeing the champion cowering in fear.
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Yelena left Ben's side and moved towards the back of the seats, she had a ticket that testified that she was a participant here so when one of the guards asked her about this. She simply told them that she just felt uncomfortable sitting near the fat blonde hair.
The guards allowed her to stand wherever she wanted but also kept an eye on her in case there was something they doesn't want, which happens to occur because of her.
' There are all kinds of people here, but I need to find a way for this and for that I need someone who can act as a perfect tool.' Yelena thought as she looked at all the participants and then after observing until Conan's second match began, she moved toward one of the people sitting on the right end of the corner in the front row.
" Hey, I want you to win against that boy."
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