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Capítulo 44: Forward

The sea blue screen pressed in his vision.

[Ding! For reaching a 5 times win streak in the arena, you have earned the skill: Battle Instinct] ]

Examining it's effects, the corner of Adam's lip pulled up slightly.

[Battle Instinct: You possess a keen sense for battle, your reaction speed is slightly improved.]

He possessed the combat aptitude skill, with this, his ability to fight would be raised.

Adam's exhaustion from fighting Umbrul setting in, he took a day break from fighting, visiting the healers.

He doubted he would be fighting the champion, in the chance he had to, he had to be in great condition.

More likely, however, he would be fighting strong, but not excellent fighters.

Returning to the arena, he signed up for a match.

He was getting used to fighting with a halberd now.

The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should try a different weapon out.

As he was at the arena, it would be the best place to stretch his wings, and try out different weapons.

Unfortunately, he did not possess other weapons to practice with.

There too was the component of using one's whole strength against their enemy in the arena.

He did not want to become someone who disrespected their opponent, if they did not slight him.

Adam walked down the passageway, his halberd in his hand, his armor shined.

Emerging from the passageway, Adam's name echoed from the audience. His name shrieked from the stands, louder than the previous match.

It felt strange, Adam had to admit.

To be cheered for, on Earth, that wasn't an option.

No... it was not something he dared to try for.

Sighing, his gaze fell to his first opponent for the day.

A man with dull brown hair was wearing a set of chainmail armor, and wielded an iron sword.

As he read his info, from the system, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Tension that had slightly built up, having been challenged in the last two matches seriously, collapsed.

[Handruun Bartou: Level 16 Human, Warrior: Arena Newcomer.]

Stepping up to each other, Adam stated: "Best of luck."

Lightly nodding, Handruun chuckled: "Sure, but luck is not needed."

Exhaling, a frown shifted onto Adam's face.

The declaration for the start of the match boomed through the seats onto the fighting pit.

Adam sprinted forward, his halberd grasped tightly, he cleaved towards Handruun.

Handruun slashed his blade, the metal blade of the halberd meeting the sword.

A clang echoed.

Crashing back, Handruun's blade fell to his waist.

Adam's halberd was as still as a statue.

As they were bringing it back up, Adam swept his halberd's haft over Handruun's face.

The strike flung his head back, as he staggered for half a step, before he cratered to the ground.

His gaze hazy, Handruun looked up, muttering: "What just happened-"

Adam thought: 'Still not giving up?'

Dashing over to him, Adam struck his abdomen, a snap resounded, rolling Handruun over in the sand.

Handruun slightly lifted his head, groaning, before his head smashed back into the sand.

His eyes now closed, he laid unconscious.

Adam mused, scrutinizing the sprawled out Handruun: "Yeah, not everyone can be as strong as Jinna or Umbrul."

He walked away, the crowd's wild cheering at his back.

The announcer widely smiling, screamed: "Adam takes home an easy win, his opponent no longer able to move, now possessing a six win streak!"

Adam immediately signed up for another match.

His interest was to help the Violetstone's overcome their financial crisis.

Not getting challenged is simply background noise to that objective.

He speculated that there may be rewards for getting a higher streak.

For now, he would focus on that, as he awaited his eventual battle against the champion.

It never hurt to be more prepared than not.

Preparation that did not aid him now, could very well help him later.

Having taken a swig of water, he was soon back out in the fighting pit.

The next opponent of the day in front of them.

Adam's frown deepened, his halberd pulled to his side, he advanced.

His opponent was a blonde male dwarf, who wielded a hammer, a blue screen hovering before Adam,

[Matson Hammbuld: Level 17 Dwarf, Warrior, Arena fledgling.]

Taking a deep breath, the match soon commenced.

The glare of the sun in Adam's face, he jabbed his halberd towards Matson.

The impact caused Matson's hammer to be flung over his shoulder as he was thrown off his feet.

Adam's halberd hardly shook.

Cutting through the air, a few feet off the ground, Matson swiftly smashed down, dragging up a pile of sand.

Matson lying still, his eyes glazed over, Adam leaned onto his halberd, sighing.

He looked up, the crowd swarming the seats and gave a thumbs up.

The crowd ate it up, and roared louder.

Declaring the end of the match, the announcer exclaimed: "Adam wins once more, a seven time win streak on his shoulders!"

Heading back inside, Adam smirked.

He thought: 'If you celebrate a seven times win streak that much, he had little choice but to keep doing his best.'

Having hardly broken a sweat, his strength stat putting in the work, he rested for an hour.

Shortly after, the third match of the day started.

Adam's gaze was calm as he evaluated his third opponent.

His opponent this time was a tall human who brandished a sword and a oak shield, but, having read his details, that was all.

The match begun in mere moments, and he strode towards his opponent.

Adam's confident stride caused his opponent to slightly falter back, strengthening their stance.

Accelerating, he appeared before his opponent.

They held their shield up, as Adam struck down with his halberd.

However, their knees made a popping sound as Adam's halberd cracked and then shattered their oaken shield.

Momentum carrying through, his halberd's haft struck his enemy's temple.

His guard broken, their sword falling from their grasp, they spiraled like a skipped stone through a foot of sand.

Adam stood before his dazed, sand covered opponent who weakly muttered: "I surrender."

To the cheering of the audience, the announcer stated: "Amazing! Adam now has a eight win streak!"

Adam pumping his fist in the air, nodded at the audience and announcer.

Swiftly, he returned to the reception hall of the coliseum and walked up to the manager, to schedule another match.

His condition was far from strained.

Adam's stamina with the enhanced stamina skill, made fighting continuously easier.

And with that one fatigue skill, Adam gave his complements to the system.

He was getting a decent number of skills. Nothing groundbreaking, but they sure added up.

The manager, observing his great condition, permitted Adam to fight more than three times in a day.

The sunlight still blared strongly, as he entered the fighting pit for his fourth match of the day.

'Soon.' Adam thought: 'I reach the next milestone.', as he faced down his opponent.

The sand brushing him, his eyes latched to his opponent, as he listened to the cry of the announcer.

His eyes narrowed, his breath calm, Adam blitzed forward.


Capítulo 45: Shaken

A few hours passed, Adam won two more matches.

Seated, in the reception hall, Adam examined his new notification, as his shoulders were slightly sunken.

His breathing slightly more intense after the matches, Adam read the message.

[Ding! You have achieved a staggering 10 win streak in the arena, earning the skill: [Fighting Sense] ]

Adam was pleased to have gained another skill, that helped him in battles. However, he was curious as to how fighting sense differed to the battle instinct skill.

Soon, Adam had his doubts answered.

[Fighting Sense: Your understanding of the flow of battle is moderately improved, you know well how to use your advantages in battle. More frequently, you are able to determine the movements your enemy is likely to take.]

Adam's battle skills were starting to become a barracks that could help him in any conflict.

He was sure he would need to rely on his continued effort and acquisition of skills to take on the champion.

Champion's were like boulders, they were not easily moved, but when they did, they were overwhelming.

Adam learned, having nearly lost, that if the runner up was that tough, the champion would make easy work of him.

He would not be so brash.

Adam spent an hour gathering info on the champion, to better understand what he would be eventually facing.

He learned that Umbrul in the past was crushed by the Champion, the weapon of choice of the champion was a giant sword.

The champion had his own win streak of 118 wins.

His name, Zarthak Steelwonder.

How mighty of a name was that?

Comparatively, Adam had a measly streak of 10.

It would be foolish to hurry to get annihilated.

Adam however, could not help but slightly anticipate the battle to come.

Taking a deep breath, he visited Yerlarain and Micheis.

They were growing more confident in him, having greeted him with a beaming smile.

In terms of their betting, they had earned a fair some, but were still lacking.

He did not know the extent of their debt, but they looked much more relieved.

Smirking, at their improved mood, Adam went back to the inn to sleep.

The sunlight of the following day stirred him awake.

Before he headed over to the arena, to raise his streak further, he had pancakes.

His fatigue seemed to drop like a stone, as he tore through several servings.

Following the extensive breakfast, he traveled to the arena.

To defeat Zarthak, he had to grow much stronger.

He estimated he was at least level 40.

Over the course of the next 3 days, 10 more matches were held.

Each match, each victory gave him more experience.

His halberd mastery skill even reached Intermediate.

Adam laid against the wall of the reception hall, as he examined his latest skill that came from his growing streak.

It was 5, then 10, now 20.

He could not deny that the reward wasn't worthy of the effort.

[Ding! Your streak at the arena has risen to an incredible 20, you have earned the skill: [Strong Bearing] ]

Adam, stroking his chin, mused: 'Is this like an aura?'

Focusing on the skill, its description appeared before him.

[Strong Bearing: Your demeanor is more powerful, you are slightly more intimidating, and find it slightly easier to gain skills related to strength.]

This would hopefully not weaken the lowered presence effect of his unknown skill.

If so, that would deprive him of trying to be an assassin, a good one anyway.

Though, upon thinking about it, he did not want to be one.

So there wasn't much to be concerned about there.

Plus, he could probably eventually get a skill that provided him the ability to be more stealthy.

The next day, after 5 participating in 5 more matches, as he sat, the manager walked up to him.

Adam looked up, making eye contact with the manager, Wilbonn, who slightly averted their gaze, their hands on their protruding stomach.

Wilbonn exclaimed: "Hey Adam, great work today! You are like a rising star of Vottrat Arena."

Adam stated: "Thank you, Wilbonn."

Wilbonn inquired: "How does a match with the champion sound?"

Adam replied: "A match with the champion can wait till im ready."

A flicker appeared in Wilbonn's eyes, as they pondered for a moment.

Wilbonn responded: "That's likely the best choice."

"The reason I came over here, is to inform you, that with your growing streak and popularity it would be good to have a meeting with the owner."

He would be here for a while yet, so a meeting could be good. Maybe he could negotiate a deal to help out the Violetstones?

Adam replied: "The owner? Sure, that could be good. When would this meeting be?"

Wilbonn smiled, said: "It could happen soon, in a month, but in that range. The owner travels frequently."

"Alright, thanks for letting me know." Adam said.

Upon waving to Wilbonn, he went back to the inn.

Resting up, and eating a meal for twenty, in the morning, he headed out to the arena.

As he waited for the first match of the day, he looked over his equipment.

The gleam of the blade of his halberd reflected in his eyes.

Adam thought, observing it, 'Thankfully its still in good condition.'

Called upon to enter the arena by Wilbonn, Adam walked out of the arena's passageway.

The sand cratered into the shape of his greaves as he walked forward.

The roaring arena audience shrilly calling his name.

Adam thought, 'What would it be like to be challenging someone who so many people rallied behind?'

Looking over to his opponent. he noticed as he strode forward, his opponents knees were trembling slightly.

The audience and his new strong bearing skill, and that cold-blooded skill too, it left him with an advantage.

His smirk growing, Adam grinned, pointing his halberd at his opponent.

Adam asked, jokingly: "Are you ready, challenger?"

The challenger stiffly said: "Uh..." Their pupils shaking, his opponent, was a young man with short orange hair, who wielded a dagger, which trembled in his grasp.

He hesitantly muttered: "-I surrender."

'That's new.' Adam mused.

The match wrapped up, Adam's streak growing.

His lips gradually turned down as he thought that surrendering before fighting, may be a trend as he won more.

His falling lips stilled as he heard the system ring.

'Really? Okay.' Adam mused.

Focusing his attention back on the arena, his next opponent was swiftly led out, at the booing of the audience.

Rolling his shoulders, Adam faced his next opponent, a frown on his face.

His new opponent wielded a bow.

'Surprise after surprise.' Adam thought.

The match declared to have started, he transitioned into a zagging sprint.

His arm which wielded the halberd extended at his side.

Adam's motivation surged as he considered his upcoming streak reward.

His lips broke into a snarl.


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