'Underlord... kill them all... kill...'
''Argh, shut up!'' Underlord grabbed his hair, and yanked them strongly, trying to remove the voices out of his mind. However, it didn't work. Erebus continued talking, corrupting Underlord's mind more, and more.
''I understand! I kill them, alright?!'' After accepting his fate, the voices disappeared. Underlord sighed loudly, and washed his face in the sink. Then, he heard Heimdall's voice echoing from the TV. Another match started. However, it was between two nobodys.
Tyrion Vs. NorthPole.
Tyrion was already eye-catching because he was Kalzer's teammate in the Second Stage. As soon as the fight began, he showed that he was quite strong. However, it lacked the same impact as the previous match.
His opponent, NorthPole, was Queen Diana's teammate. However, his strength was lackluster. From the beginning, he was outclassed in every way.
After five minutes of a semi-boring match, Tyrion won by beheading him.
There were several audience members that even let out yawns. After many exciting matches, this match made them slightly sleepy. Without Arawn's, and Amour's match, it would be match between two powerhouses.
But, next to them, it was like a fight between children.
After the match was over, Heimdall announced a ten-minute break. The audience members stood from their chairs, and flocked to the hallways. They went to empty their bladders, and order food.
''That was so amazing!'' Since the end of the match between Arawn, and Amour, Colossus from Silver Death couldn't stand still. He was like a little children.
King Michael sat on his chair, eyes closed.
Everyone was preparing for the upcoming matches in their own way.
Gods, and Goddesses stayed in their viewing rooms.
Isaac sat in his waiting room, alone. Every now, and then, he messaged Luna. She was spending time with Queen Cecilia.
After closing the interface, Isaac closed his eyes, and remembered the fight between Arawn, and Amour. However, in his memory, he replaced himself as the opponent.
First, he fought against Arawn. It didn't take long for Arawn to unleash his Spartan Rage, and took complete lead of the match. With a single punch, Isaac's body got flung over the arena. However, as the health turned dangerous, his White Death was released.
After White Death, the fight became closer. However, in his mind, he still lost the fight. When he thought about fighting against Amour, the fight wasn't even close.
''Shit...'' Isaac opened his eyes, and bit his lip strongly.
'Don't think too deeply into it.' Silvercloud's voice rang in his mind, 'The match circumstances can also decide the fight, like the environment.'
'My brother is right. If the environment is forest, or something with a lot of cover, you could win!'
''Even you guys don't believe that.'' Isaac chuckled. He could feel the fluctuations in their tones, meaning they were just trying to cheer him up. Even they didn't expect him to be able to fight against them, and win.
In Four Seasons, The National TV again showed the three men, and one woman. They had become quite popular because of the current success of their news network.
''Alright, top five strongest fighters. Who are they?'' The slick-haired man asked from his colleagues.
The glassed-man glanced at his notes, and said, ''That's difficult. Maybe you should ask for potential finalists?''
''Hehe, no.'' The slick-haired man didn't plan to let them have easy questions, ''Your top five, I want to hear them.''
After asking the question, even the people watching from their homes seemed intrigued.
The glassed-man frowned, it was a difficult question.
However, then the squint-eyed man spoke with a smile, ''I know what my top five is. First is obviously Kalzer, Second is Amour, Third is Xerxus, Fourth is Sorcerer, and finally, Fifth is Noelle!''
The red-dressed woman shook her head, ''I don't agree with all. Obviously, Kalzer is first, and second is Amour. However, I think Noelle is third, fourth Xerxus, and fifth is King Michael.''
''Are you crazy?'' The squint-eyed man screeched, ''Xerxus weaker than Noelle?! You must be on drugs.''
''Hmph, is it really that hard to believe? Just because she is woman?''
As the two argued, the slick-haired man sighed, and slammed his palm on the table, ''Silent.''
''Tsk.'' Both clicked their tongues, and looked away.
The glassed man sighed, and adjusted his spectacles before replying, ''Alright, I think Amour is first. The strength he showed was miles above everyone else. Kalzer is second, Xerxus is third, Sorcerer fourth, and I think fifth is Arawn.''
''Hmph.'' The beautiful red-dressed woman crossed her arms, and turned away.
''Arawn has already lost, is that allowed?'' The squint-eyed man asked.
''He asked for the five strongest fighters, and I replied with my five.'' The glassed man said.
The slick-haired man smiled, and nodded, ''Alright, taking everyone's fighters into account. The overall ranking would be Kalzer, Amour, Xerxus, Sorcerer, and Noelle.''
''What about you?'' The glassed man's question froze the atmosphere. Everyone turned to the slick-haired man, and remembered that he didn't tell his five.
''Aye, aye, I was the one asking question. Why are you asking questions from the questioner?'' The slick-haired man wryly smiled.
''Tell us your five.'' Everyone said it with the same voice.
''Tsk, fine.'' The slick-haired man leaned against the chair, and pondered for a moment before replying, ''Kalzer, Amour, Arawn, Sorcerer, Xerxus.''
Everyone nodded, and the red-dressed woman said with a frown, ''So, overall ranking would be Kalzer, Amour, Xerxus, Sorcerer, and Arawn?''
The three men nodded.
''You three are sexists!'' The woman bellowed, ''Noelle, Eliza, Cecilia, and Diana, what about them?''
''They are most likely in top ten, but not in top five.'' The slick-haired man said while swiping his hair back. The glassed man, and the squint-eyed man nodded in unison.
''Tsk.'' The red-dressed woman clicked her tongue.
''Alright, the next match is about to begin. Let's turn to the match with our amazing commentator, Smith.''
In the arena, Heimdall appeared with his white horse. The audience was again full, most returned from the bathrooms, and with food, and drinks.
The large screen flashed, and soon two names shone.
Heimdall glanced at the screen, and smiled.
''Eleventh match is Underlord Vs. Night!''
