Chapitre 42: A reason to escape!
"Up next on our roster of battle to the death matches today… Is 'Alien King: Yuma' Versus… 'Death Scythe: Rengoku!'" The crowd of military officers and government officials clap and cheer. Stomping and cheers fill the arena.
Stomps echo as Yuma reluctantly falls to the ground. Rushing to stand as he stands under a dark tunnel.
"Y'all have been wanting it… Alien King Yuma with a Ѥ3,000,000 Bounty!!" Everyone cheers. Shouts, cheers, and jeers fill the arena. The stands shake as the viewers watch and stomp. Yuma walked out and instantly death glaring at everyone. A strong aura of pure hatred seeping off of Yuma's shoulders. This was the hidden truth. The Government was forcing their prisoners to fight to the death for entertainment, this only feuled Yuma's rage more.
"A-And only ripe for a strong foe as the Alien King… Death Sycthe: Rengoku! Your current reigning Champion with a Ѥ1,500,134 Bounty!!" The crowd goes balistic as the arena shakes. The man stands at 8 feet tall with a massive muscular physique. Scars covering his whole body. His eyes glare red with hair combed back.
"Match… Begin-" In an instant Yuma is gone. The commander who sits in his seat shouting the announcements is baffled. His eyes bleeding as he looks up crying tears of blood. Something glaring at him sitting on the ledge. Like something that isn't human. Yuma sits on the ledge in front of him. His eyes glowing red. A pink aura pours off his shoulders.
"You rotten psychopaths don't deserve to live… killing others for enjoyment… is not what governing means… This whole system is corrupt… And I WILL bring it down with my bare hands and claws, even if I die in the process… This World shall know freedom… and to do that, then I must rid the world from the thing keeping it from gaining its freedom" Yuma glares and glances around him. All the officers pointed guns and weapons at Yuma.
"I just had a thought… What if I could stretch my abilities to their very limits? How much stronger would I become?" Yuma rises to his feet. The officers barked.
"Put your hands in the air!" Yuma lifts his hands to surrender before smiling.
"Sayonara, losers" Yuma falls backwards and off the ledge. In an instant he materializes in front of Rengoku. Spinning around and kicking him straight into a wall. Effectivly one shot him. Yuma floats to the ground with a maniacle smile. His face was covered in shadow other than his glowing red eyes, maniacal smile, and long pink hair.
The commanders and officers rushed around. Yuma laughs a bit as he slightly hops. The commander in disbelief.
"I-I'd heard rumors… this man almost took down Admiral Moon… without Mantra abilities… s-so… the prophecy was right! 'Soon will come a Man who reshapes the world as we know it, this man will master the body, thus he will have the perfect physique and thus bring out the martial arts' true potential, only then will this world understand his pain'" The commander stumbles back and falls on his butt.
"He's reached the human body's full muscular potential… Peak performance… the perfect physique for fighting-'' suddenly the commander is slammed through the solid concrete wall. Blood splatters as Yuma lands. Violently cracking his neck and joints.
"I think I get it now… I was always meant to win!" Yuma smiles maniacally as he turns around. A massive wall of water explodes from the massive hole. The arena quickly filled up with water. The doors quickly close to maintain a water breach. But as the doors close Yuma is already inside the hallways of the Basilisk stronghold. The doors close behind him as his eyes glow red.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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