Lock returned to his seat.
297 has died.
3 has survived.
Only one group is left.
Group D.
Everyone's gaze was locked at the last 100 fighters.
They still have 5 minutes before their match begins.
Most of them looked depressed, not many had any hopes of surviving after seeing the prowess of the last three winners, and they were confident that there are some hidden monsters in their group.
Ichiro took a phone from his shorts pockets. It doesn't have any signal, but he doesn't need any.
He opened the phone and looked at the pictures on his phone. Most of them were about Azura, but it also had about his parents and his friends from school.
''Hey! Phones aren't allowed!'' The guard shouted angrily, but Ichiro didn't listen to him.
Mathias looked amused.
''Hey, are you deaf?!'' The guard came with his sword. His face showed his anger.
He put the blade of the sword on Ichiro's throat, ''Phone away, piece of shit.''
Ichiro sighed and took one last look at Azura.
He put it back in his pocket.
''Hmph.'' The guard snorted. He put the sword back on his sheathe and started walking away.
''That was boring.'' Mathias pouted. He was expecting a good fight.
Ichiro glanced at him, a small smirk on his face.
He took an item from the pocket, it was pair of keys! He stole them from the guard. It was easy when he didn't pay attention because of his arrogance.
The guards have access to almost everywhere. He put them back in his pocket and started relaxing.
A few minutes later.
Announcement came.
''Group D! Gather on the arena!''
That was a death announcement for many. Some even started shedding tears.
Mathias stood up instantly and started hopping towards the arena.
Ichiro stood up. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on his chair.
After that, he started walking towards the arena.
Other young men and women in his group could barely stand straight. Their legs wobbled back and forth.
Some even regretted training in Martial Arts.
If they were weak, they wouldn't be here. Instead, they would be in their cozy and familiar home.
Ichiro entered the arena and walked towards the right side while Mathias went to the center.
''Where are you going? Let's fight!'' Mathias shouted behind him, but Ichiro ignored it and went to the edge of the arena and sat down.
Soon, 100 fighters were gathered in the arena.
Again, a countdown was shown.
[3...]
[2...]
[1...]
''FIGHT!''
''Death!'' Mathias shouted and stabbed his sword deep inside one young man's back.
''AHHHH!'' Instantly, screams of agony filled the stadium.
With each swing of his blade, people died.
Mathias grinned viciously. He enjoyed the screams of others.
Ichiro looked at the scene with cold eyes. He didn't want to be part of this bloodshed. That's why he is sitting on the sidelines.
But then, a vicious-looking young man started approaching Ichiro with his axe.
''Hey, pretty boy!'' He grinned and swung his axe, ''DIE!''
*SWOOSH*
*Clank*
But then, out of nowhere, he lost the grip of his axe!
The axe landed outside the arena, which made the ground crack.
''AH!'' The young man screamed as his palm was bleeding.
Ichiro put his sword back on the sheath, ''Leave, don't make me kill you.''
The young man gulped and ran away.
''Hey, go fight!'' He heard a loud shout from the spectator stands.
Ichiro turned his head and saw an obese man with a face of stuffed balloon shouting, which made saliva fly everywhere.
Ichiro smirked and lied down. He looked very relaxed like he was on vacation.
The obese man's face went red in anger. He pointed towards the guard, who told Ichiro to put the phone away.
''Guard! He is not fighting!''
The guard looked towards Ichiro's carefree look with an anger-filled face. He unsheathed his sword and stomped towards Ichiro.
''Get up! Go fight, coward!'' The guard appeared behind Ichiro and pointed his sword at him.
''Hmm...'' Ichiro used his hands to push himself up.
The guard snorted, but then a leg contacted with his face!
*BOOM*
The guard was sent flying. He crashed in front of the spectator stands. His nose was broken, and half of his teeth were destroyed from the impact.
''Kyaaa!'' A loud screams echoed in the spectator stands.
That caused everyone to change their gazes towards them.
They only saw a guard with bloodied face lying on the ground while a handsome black-haired young man was sitting innocently on the edge of the arena.
''What happened!'' A dozen guards came with angry gazes.
The spectators started pointing towards Ichiro.
The guards angrily stomped towards Ichiro, their swords ready to slice the young man in pieces.
''YOU BASTARD! How dare you?!''
Ichiro looked at them, but then he gazed at one of the VIP stands.
''Arkenthym, are you going to let them kill me?'' His calm voice echoed in the stadium.
The guards went pale. They looked towards the VIP stands where one of the Emperors was staying!
Arkenthym looked at the scene with a twitching eyebrow.
He waved his hand, which caused a burst of wind to appear in the stadium.
The guards paled, and they started suddenly floating away from the ground!
''AAHHH!'' They cried out as they started flying towards the sky without stopping.
''Ark, why did you do that?'' Leppercon asked with an amused smile.
Arkenthym snorted, ''If I lost money because those clowns, I would have given them much worse fate.''
''That kiddo just used you,'' Leppercon said with a grinning face.
Arkenthym looked towards Ichiro and grinned, ''Is that so.''
*Snap*
He snapped his fingers.
Ichiro looked around him and felt that something was strange, but then his face crashed to the ground.
''UGH!'' He grimaced, but he couldn't stand up or move. It felt like gravity was fighting against him.
He glared towards Arkenthym, but when his skull was about to break, the sudden wind pressure disappeared.
Ichiro shakily sat down, his smooth skin was now dirtied, ''Fuck...''
''This was the first warning. You are my slave, remember that.'' He heard Arkenthym's cold voice in his ears.
But, a small smirk appeared on Ichiro's face.
A smirk, which went unnoticed by everyone.
The fighters in Group D have become less and less.
Only 20 remaining!
One young man was the cause of this slaughter.
It was Mathias!
