''KILL! KILL! KILL!'' A chorus echoed in the stadium. Spectators slammed their feet on the floor and kept shouting the same thing.
The reason for that is simple.
Mathias is currently the only one who has killed in this group!
He has now 90 kills on his belt! Only 10 remaining in Group D!
''Hahahaha!'' Mathias roared in laughter. Everyone who heard laughter felt chills going on their backs.
7 young men and 1 young woman pointed their weapons at Mathias, while one lonely black-haired young man was still sitting on his spot.
''Killing is so fun!'' Mathias shouted with a thrilled expression. He put his sword in a slashing stance and lunged towards the remaining fighters.
''Kill him!'' One young man roared in anger, he swung his sword towards Mathias' unguarded figure, but he didn't lower his guard.
Mathias looked at the sword which was approaching his face with a silly grin.
*SWOOSH*
*SPURT*
Finally, Mathias made his move.
Only a sound of whoosh and something getting cut was heard.
The arm was flying in the air, which was still holding a sword.
''AAAAAAAAAAH!'' The young man fell down on his knees while holding his bleeding arm!
Mathias cut off his arm!
''Kekeke.'' Mathias grinned viciously and did one final slash, which cut the head off as well.
The rest of the young men and young woman became frightened.
''I-I-I can't do this!'' The young woman screamed and jumped off the arena.
''Booo!'' A booing concert started. Some even started throwing items at her.
But she didn't care, she anxiously looked way out, but then... A bone-chilling sound came.
*BANG*
The sound of the gun firing.
She paled. Teardrops left her eyes as she heard the sound of something fast approaching him.
*Spurt*
''Ah!'' She cried in agony as something pierced through her chest and heart. She slowly fell down on the ground, making a large pool of blood around her.
''Yea!'' The spectators cheered loudly, while the man who shot the gun was bowing with an appreciation for the cheers.
''No! My killstreak!'' Mathias cried out. He fell down on his knees, ''I was so close! I wonder if there is another tournament where people force innocent young men and women to fight till death... I gotta get that 99!''
He stood up with a grinning face, ''Sorry everyone, please die!''
The young men paled, but no matter what they did, Mathias was simply overpowering everyone.
''AHH!'' One young man used his body and tackled Mathias!
He tried to push Mathias out of the arena!
Mathias was sliding backward, but then he used his sword and stabbed through the young man's torso.
But surprisingly...
He didn't stop pushing!
''Ahhhhh!'' The young man cried out in agony, but he kept pushing Mathias!
They were only 5 meters away from the arena's edge!
''What the fuck...'' Mathias gritted his teeth and tried to push the young man away, but he couldn't even make him flinch!
''Hmph!'' Mathias grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The sword was still stuck on the young man's torso, but Mathias did an upwards slash while it was still inside!
*Spurt*
The sword cut the young man's torso and head in half. A shower of blood appeared around Mathias, coloring his muscles and face in red.
Two halves of the young man fell down on the ground, staining the floor of the arena in red.
''Why was he so desperate to defeat me? He would have died otherwise...'' Mathias murmured, but soon he got an answer to his question.
''BROTHER!'' One young man shouted with a face of sadness and pain.
''Oh, he was your brother, now I get it.'' Mathias grinned, ''Brotherly love, how sweet!''
*Swoosh*
He disappeared from his spot and appeared in front of the young man.
The young man looked at Mathias with a hate-filled gaze, but then the sword pierced through his heart.
''You both can meet in hell! I am such a nice guy, ain't I?'' Mathias grinned viciously as he watched the light leaving the young man's eyes.
''Y-Y-You will suffer painful death...'' The young man said his final words. He became lifeless with a doll-like face.
''Not today!'' Mathias shouted with a grin. He kicked the young man's corpse away and turned his head towards the remaining fighters.
Only 6 remained.
Mathias, Ichiro and 4 others.
Mathias saw Ichiro's relaxed expression, 'Coward sitting in sidelines... Tsk, Tsk.'
''Let's attack him simultaneously! We will kill him!'' One of the young men suggested.
The three others around him nodded shakily. They pointed their swords at Mathias.
''On my mark!'' The young man who suggested it shouted.
''3!''
''2!''
''1!''
''N—'' The young man was about to give the signal, but then he became lifeless, and the other young men around him.
Four heads dropped on the ground while Mathias stood behind their corpses with a blood-stained blade.
''Countdown... Are you fucking kidding me?'' Mathias clicked his tongue.
He turned his head towards the black-haired young man and grinned.
Daniel and Lock looked at the scene with boredom.
They are 100% sure that Mathias will win. Because they know that he is like them...
Gold-ranked fighter!
Also, Mathias showed great fighting prowess, which makes even them wary.
Emma didn't look at the arena. Instead, she was playing sniper simulator, where you need to kill as many fishes as possible.
''Fishes... Fishes... Fishes...''
Mathias slowly started approaching Ichiro. With each step, his presence grew stronger.
Now, everyone understood... Mathias hasn't gone all-out yet!
Daniel and Lock became solemn. They are still confident in their strengths, but they had to acknowledge that Mathias is strong!
He stopped 10 meters away from Ichiro. He still had his silly grin on his face.
Ichiro slowly stood up. His perfect and pure muscles showed his limitless strength. It was like his muscles were perfectly made for combat. Each one of his muscles has a purpose.
There wasn't any fat in his body. It was like his whole being was made for the sole purpose... And that was for fighting!
He unsheathed his two swords and threw the sheaths out of the arena.
''Ready to die?'' Mathias asked with a grinning face.
Ichiro put his sword in front of him, the reflection showed his otherworldly facial features, but soon, a small smirk appeared on his handsome face.
''There was a saying at my hometown...''
Mathias raised an eyebrow.
Ichiro grinned, ''Duty is heavy as a mountain, but death is lighter than a feather.''
