Bab 27: The Winner Has Been Decided
MSG – VOL 1 – CH 27: The Winner Has Been Decided
"Oh!"
"Whoa!"
Irrespective of which champion they supported, the audience let out a collective train of gasps.
'Oh! That has got to hurt!' They all thought.
Meanwhile, the referee still served as a commentator, giving verbal remarks about the match.
"Oh mama, that did not sound good!" he exclaimed. "But… the renowned Blood Seeker would surely not be bogged down by a mere dislocated shoulder, right?"
As though his words were a prophecy… ahem, a premonition, the taller warrior lowered his center of gravity before suddenly jumping in the air, about two meters and a half above the ground and coming down with the goal of smashing his opponent into the ground.
Of course, the swift warrior did not remain on the burning train, he released his leg's grip on the arm jumped away from the taller warrior's body.
While the Yellow Snake made a gracious landing after a flip in the air, which many still could not wrap their heads around considering their assumptions of people of his physique type, his opponent did something daring.
Under the shocked gazes of the entire peanut gallery, the taller warrior spun himself in the air to get some momentum as he landed dislocated-shoulder-first into the sandy floor.
With a 'pop!' they used the force of landing to put his shoulder back into place.
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A/N: Warning -Please do NOT try this at home… or anywhere at all for that matter!
This scenario is not practical in real life and would most likely serve to make the condition of the shoulder worse.
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Yellow Snake could only find himself blink multiple times in quick succession as he was shocked by his opponent's ruthless and reckless action.
However, he did not get to look on in awe for much longer as a mace grew in size in his vision.
"Oops!" he exclaimed as he internally slapped himself for spacing out during a match, while tilting his abdomen to the right at an inhuman angle to dodge Blood Seeker's attack.
Although he had some light armor on, his head (the target of the attack) was naked and unguarded.
A direct hit almost certainly equaled his death.
'Phew!' He sighed, like a huge fraction of the audience, relieved that he had dodged a crisis.
Alas, he rejoiced too soon.
While he was still in an awkward position, the Blood Seeker's left foot made its way towards his lower right abdomen.
He had managed to sense the incoming attack but there was no way he could avoid that with his mid-bend position.
He was not a certain elastic man with an invisible wife so, all he could do was grit his teeth and receive the attack.
An attack that separated his feet from the ground beneath them, hurling his body some height into the air.
"Oh!" The crowd continued to cheer, obviously those that had supported and betted on the taller man who was of more renown.
The hazel-eyed man did not miss the opportunity to press his advantage and move his mace.
Bam!
The weapon made contact with the flexible warrior midair, slamming him into the ground of the arena with ungodly force.
The sight of a motionless warrior lying on the ground with bloody lips (stained by the blood he coughed out upon making contact with the ground) caused the stadium to go completely silent…
…Only for a near-unified chorus of the similar words echoed throughout majority of the stadium.
"Finish him!"
"Kill him!"
"End him!"
The supporters of the downed man were booing at the one that still stood, and if not for certain laws put in place in the stadium (namely, in this case, the compulsory deployment of an invisible barrier between the arena and the crowd) put in place to ensure safety and order for those who are spectated and the spectators alike, they would have probably thrown all kinds of items and food at him.
Magical attacks would not be out of the question either.
"No!"
"Boo!"
"Coward!"
"Hey, Nadia, you still have to fulfil your end of the bet even if he dies."
"What?! No way! Disgusting joke, Arianna! I am not going to seduce and bed a freaking corpse!"
"Hihi! I was kidding! Don't look so mad!"
"…Your facial expressions convey otherwise!"
"Hehe, you have to learn to take a good joke, Nadia!"
"Corpses and jokes should not be in the same sentence!"
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The reactions seemed to be… they were a bit intense.
Had it already reached the climax?
Would the Yellow Serpent fail to see the next sunrise or would the Blood Seeker be true to his reputation—merciless and bloodthirsty fool who would marry blood if he could—finally have one 'spared' opponent on his long list of opponents?
As the crowd watched on, the commentator suddenly started to count; "Ten."
"Nine."
"…Eight."
"…Seven."
The duo of warriors stared into each other's eyes.
The Blood Seeker saw the unwillingness and defiance that still burned in the depths of his opponent despite being a breath away from going to the afterlife.
The Yellow Snake on the other hand spotted unexpected feelings in the taller warrior's gaze, things that should only be found in those who had given up their lives and free will.
He realized that this great 'Blood Seeker' was just like himself, a man who had had shackles, both literal and ethereal, placed on him by circumstances.
'Well, at least I died because I lost to a better warrior. Better than to a simply bloodthirsty individual, as most call him.' The Yellow Snake whose real name was Anthony, thought as his life flashed before his eyes. 'Sorry, Katherine, it seems that Uncle will not be able to keep his promise of being there for your birthday.'
With one swift motion, the taller man raised his weapon and ended it all.
"Hoh! It seems that the winner has been decided!" the commentator cheered, alongside the crowd.
Most, if not none, of the audience seemed to be sad over the shorter man's death—except those that had betted on him.
Yes, a good amount of the audience did not actually care which side won. They were just there for the blood and gore.
Solon didn't really have any strong reactions to the match and for him he was just watching it all like a movie, but he definitely was not 'enjoying' it.
With the White Knight's war memories, he had 'experienced' far worse than most in the stadium could imagine.
Time went on, and more matches with different rules took place.
The moon hung in the sky when he stepped out of the carriage a distance from the Rafflesia home.
He had a dazed look on his face that quickly turned ashen as he processed what he was witnessing.
The mansion… was ablaze!
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