Bab 10: Chain Winning

The commotion in the arena continued, the spectators were unsatisfied. Their craving for violence and spectacular fights being kindled by Fell.

Sifiso worked all his life in this Coliseum, gradually climbing from the bottom to his current position of manager. During his life, he had the occasion to see an uncountable number of martial artists, all with their own individual skills. But today, what happened in front of his experienced eye was a rarity, Fell Pluck's first match left him with a sense of déjà vu.

His eyes started to flash with reminiscence, Blood red hair flowing through the arena. It was three years ago, he came with a single goal, to beat every single martial art practitioner. He left as fast as he came, leaving behind him mountains of wasted fighters.

"To think I'll compare him to that madman," shivered Sifiso

"Old fart, I think Fell still wanna fight" noticed Moha "take a look at his eyes that gorilla retard wasn't even enough to fill the space between his teeth"

"Then let's keep sending them one after the other, I want to see where he lies among the elites!" added Sifiso before ordering his assistant to cancel all the other fights.

Fell was still in the middle of the arena, his focus making him completely oblivious to what was happening in his surroundings. He was hungry, his first fight having awakened something deep inside him. He wasn't showing any sign of leaving the arena, sitting down on the sand, he closed his eyes. Waiting for his next prey to come.

Sifiso didn't make Fell wait, another fighter soon stepped into the old arena. His steps made the whole arena slightly tremble from the pressure he applied with his feet.

Fell gently got up. His respiration was steady, his moves were relaxed. Putting himself in the Massin Martial Art stance, he was showing everyone that he was ready.

In front of him, a lanky man was sizing him. Ural was surprised when the staff told him that his opponent was changed at the last minute, it was even a young man. Taking the example from Fell, he immediately put himself in a fighting stance, ready to fight at any moment.

The Bell soon resounded through the arena, showing everyone that the spectacle was about to start.

Not waiting for his opponent to make the first move, Fell instantly dashed forward lessening the distance between the two fighters.

"Oh, quite the speedster," thought Ural, raising his eyebrows in interest.

The distance between them was instantly lessened. Their eyesight crossing in a moment, no word was needed. Fell swiftly threw a straight right, his opponent following the dance. Two fists clashing in the middle of the old arena, the impact raising clouds of sand around them.

Following their first contact, a flurry of fists followed. Fell was pounding at his opponent's guard, while the other calmly responded with fists of his own, both fighters testing each other's Hardening. Their exchange swiftly escalating from fist to leg, both opponent using their all to trade blows.

Fell was losing himself to the pleasure of fighting, for the first time in his life, he was enjoying each hit, each fist, each kick he received. His body cultivation made his defense ridiculously high, his opponent's blows leaving him only slight shocks. He was using his opponent as a stepping stone, stealing every single ounce of experience Ural had.

In the beginning, Ural wasn't having too much trouble. Except for the slight pain his opponent's fist inflicted to his bones, it was obvious that he was new to fighting. Similar to a beast, his intention was fully shown, making it easier for him to trade blows. But as the fight kept advancing, he started having further trouble anticipating his opponent's moves.

"Fuck, he's learning in the middle of our fight", thought the lanky fighter while shivering, "I need to end this soon"

Using one of Fell's hit to create distance, he hastily pulled the strongest Hardening he could manage, his fist reddening from the pressure. A serious expression in his eyes, he was betting everything on a single blow.

Seeing his opponent react this way, Fell did the same. He took a step back and prepared himself, ready to unleash his strongest blow in a single motion.

Time turned into a standstill. The air around them turning heavy, making even the spectators suffocate.

Ural made the first move, screaming, pressure making him throw the strongest punch he ever threw in his life. Fell copied him, his ankle, hip, and shoulder rotating. He unleashed a deadly straight.

Both fists made contact for the last time, sound of bone cracking and splitting accompanying it. Urel's fist wasn't hard enough to shoulder the pressure coming from Fell's blow.

The arena chook in a tremor as an uproar spread through the crooked structure of Gladiator Heaven. A chaotic, unchained, turmoil birthed from the fight made the earth tremble near the fight.

"He did it again!!"

"Where did he come from??!!"

"Who is this kid?!"

Ural hastily left the arena under the public howls, his hand fractured and Mangled. But his heart was satisfied. Even though he lost to Fell's progress, he still improved himself and reaped some gains from that fight.

Fell remained in the middle of the arena, he was recovering while waiting for his next opponent. That day, Fell kept repeating the same process, he fought ten completely different opponents. Each time using the same strategy, he would use the same amount of strength as his opponents, gradually learning from them.

Sometimes he would get surprised by an opponent's technique and would get trashed around for a minute, but he would always bid his time, learn from his foe and make a comeback that left the spectators roaring.

"He's using them all as his stepping stone, that's my boy!" proudly laughed Moha

"Moha you old traitor, why did you make this demon come to my place!" shivered Sifiso, fear marked his eyes.

"This child really isn't simple. When he came to this arena, he was a complete novice. But look at him now, do you think his moves are those of a novice? He's using baits and feints, toying around with even our best Elite Rank fighters!"

Fell Pluck's achievement gave birth to a legend in the Gladiator's Heaven, the chain winning novice who trashed the elite rank in a single day!