章節 39: Streak
Adam examined Ytai, who closed in immediately.
Thrusting their spear out, aiming at Adam's heart, Ytai smirked.
Adam met the spear with his halberd, the hafts of their weapons meeting, with moderate force, the spear was deflected.
Making use of the opportunity, he swung at Ytai's head. Ytai was able to block it, as he had raised his spear horizontally over his head just in time.
Adam's strike was blocked, Ytai pushed back with a second reverberation, so he struck out again, with greater strength.
Ytai's spear looked to be made of iron.
The durability of Adam's halberd and Ytai's spear would be similar normally.
However, Adam's second swing caused a dent in Ytai's spear. Causing his knees to slightly buckle, their feet sinking into the sand.
Ytai's arms were noticeably straining, as the veins running up them were throbbing.
Adam struck down again, Ytai's teeth clenched but just before the halberd landed he swooped his halberd down at Ytai's chest.
Ytai had partially blocked, but he was still knocked back.
Gasping as Adam's halberd slammed into them.
Their breathing interrupted, Adam kicked out, removing the delay that another swing would require.
Ytai glared at Adam, sweat running down their face, their back sunken in sand.
Quickly, Ytai tried to push himself up to the ground with his spear, to reduce strain.
Despite that, Adam chucked his halberd at Ytai, who was still trying to get up.
Ytai heaved, his face flushed as the halberd passed over their skull, ripping through their hair.
Breathing unsteady, Ytai fell back, just as they had nearly gotten up.
Adam dashing forward kicked down on Ytai's abdomen.
Screaming, they thrusted their shoulder at Adam to get him off of him.
Failing to, Adam jumped up, his knee out, and belted Ytai in the gut.
His head swaying, Ytai tried to focus, despite the disorientation of the senses.
Ytai's focus returning just as Adam dashed to and pulled the halberd out of the sand.
Back in his hands, Adam lifting his halberd with both hands, struck down, a slight breeze produced.
The halberd's blade stopping half an inch away from Ytai's skull.
Ytai looked up at Adam, their eyes damp, they let loose a deep sigh.
"You win... I surrender." He begrudgingly muttered.
Raising his fist lightly into the air, his halberd lowered, Adam wore an extensive grin.
The announcer barked: "Adam wins again, this time against Ytai Ysl!"
Adam reached his arm out, with frustration on his face, Ytai took his hand and was lifted to his feet.
"Good battle." Adam said.
"Yeah, good battle." Ytai replied.
Walking out of the fighting pit, Adam's smile faded.
That was closer than he would have liked. Ytai did have similar range to attack, with his spear, so that did play a role.
After relaxing for another hour, the manager's brow raised, allowed Adam to fight again.
In the time before the next match, Adam decided to stretch, and get a drink of water, to quench his growing thirst.
Shoulders raising, Adam strutted down the entry hall into the fighting pit.
His fists clenching, he took a few deep breaths.
He could win.
His thoughts on the promise he made.
He would win.
If he won a few more matches, and Yerlarain betted on him like he had said, the Violetstone would be able to overcome their financial issues.
At least, they would be out of the red.
It was dependent on how long Adam could win.
While he had yet to find an ability user, a trace of worry stung at his heart that more than not finding one, he may mess up someone's future.
His future was his to decide.
However, if his failure stopped Yerlarain from living her best life, that would be unfortunate.
Strengthening his hold on the halberd, his lips frowning, a grave expression crossed his face, he stepped out of the hall's darkness.
He just had to win.
Adam looked across the fighting pit and saw a scrawny person who wielded daggers and had light armor on.
Teeth clenched, Adam walked forward.
Dragging his feet, the scrawny person and Adam were eye to eye.
Adam glanced at the status box that appeared.
[Metuos Tresol: Level 15 Human Rogue, Newcomer to the arena.]
Sweeping his gaze back onto Metuos, he shrugged.
Within moments, the announcer declared: "Begin!"
Plucking one of his daggers back, Metuos scampered back to gain distance.
Adam shook his head and threw his spear, as they retreated, piercing Metuos' right leg.
Screaming, Metuos dropped his daggers.
Blood trailing down from the wound, Metuos limped back even further.
Sweat gushing down their face.
Dashing forward, Adam caught up and ripped out the halberd, causing him to scream, Metuos had greatly slowed down.
Pulling back his arm, his halberd to his back, Adam glaring, he started throwing his arm forward.
Eyes wide, his breath's hurried, Metuos screamed: "I give... I give up!"
Dropping his arm down that held the halberd, he blinked rapidly.
'That settles this match.' Adam thought.
The announcer yelled "With Metuos down, Adam wins for the third time in a row!"
The crowd's cheering faded quickly, as the showing of Metuos was less impressive than Ytai.
Back in the reception hall, Adam who was seated, leaned against the wall.
No ability user's from what Adam could see.
He supposed that the champion of the arena may have an ability.
While there is no telling it would be worth taking, by merit of the champion title alone, it was a lead.
But, not just anyone could challenge them.
However, as Adam planned on continuing, it would not be long.
With there being three matches, no more bouts would be held that day.
Adam met up with Micheis and Yerlarain who both smiled brightly.
"You are keeping to your word, Adam." Yerlarain stated, the moment her eyes caught sight of him her face beamed.
"Yeah, you are worth keeping around to protect milady, for the time being at least." Micheis coyly said.
"A promise is to be kept." Adam mused.
Soon the mood positive in the trio, they returned to the inn.
He needed rest, to be in the best condition to continue his winning streak.
Adam with haste entered his room, jumped onto his bed, his eyes cradling shut as he looked at the ceiling, he fell asleep.
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