One hour later in the vip stands of an arena structure that resembled a Roman colosseum the sol and frostheart main families were seated while waiting for the two combatants to take the stage.
" The technology and architecture of your sol clan is always up to date clan master Adonis, I'm impressed". The frostheart patriarch said while massaging his beard, with a contemplative look on his face.
" It's the work of our best forgemasters and rune masters, I'm very happy with their work too". Clan master Adonis said stoicly.
The arena obviously took inspiration from the legendary Roman colosseum, it was made of a gold and black material with golden runes and arrays covering the whole place. The powerful energies and aura that the arena released made the blood boil and made one feel the need for battle and at the center of the stage made from a black material was the sol clan emblem.
" From what I can tell the the stage can definitely tank attacks from average tier 8 entities without destroying. Impressive ". Thors said while admiring the structure.
" Oh look, theyre coming out!". Ella shouted out in excitement.
Coming out from the western entrance to the stage was Gunnar, he was wearing a white compression long sleeve shirt with white sweatpants. From his skin tight compression shirt, his muscles could clearly be seen, showing the amount of training the young boy had to go through to reach his level. His short orange red hair flowing through the wind and his blue eyes glowing with furious battle intent, he had two battle axes on his back, the handles seemed to be made out of a black wood while the blades looked like sharpened blocks of blue ice. The two axes seemed to be made from Gunnar's essence as him as his axes were raging with an untamed ferocity, coupled with his handsome features, Gunnar looked like the son of a war god descended from the heavens to deliver punishment.
" Your son is impressive, his battle intent has reached a stage where it's almost tangible ". The clan master said in praise.
" You're one to talk, you're son is coming out right now". Patriarch Bjorn said with a pout. Everybody there were visually confused about when the two clan heads became so buddy-buddy.
Mark came out from the eastern entrance of the arena, he was very different from the normal laid-back Mark. He wearing a handless compression shirt with sweatpants and stood bare footed on the stage, his golden eyes were blazing with a bright intensity and he had a smile on his face showing that he was excited about the battle even though he would not admit it. He was wielding a double sided spear that had dark gold blades and a pitch black shaft with golden runes on it. At this moment Mark seemed like a star shining intensely in the night sky, his expression, aura and intent sent a resounding message.
LET'S FIGHT!!!
" I don't like the look on your face, I'm going to smash your face so bad your mummy won't recognize you". Gunnar said trying to trash talk Mark.
" It's not my fault you were born ugly dude, don't blame me, blame your parents. Infact I pity you, if I was born this ugly, I'll hate seeing attractive people like myself too". Mark said while having an expression of pity.
Gunnar turned red from rage, seemingly ready to pounce on Mark at that moment while the sol clan members just shook their heads feeling sorry for Gunnar for choosing picking a battle with words against an almighty rage baiter like Mark.
" That's enough" clan master Adonis said with an unimpressed expression.
" Now that we're here, who would like to volunteer to be the referee for the match".
" I'll do it". Mark's uncle Amon said.
" Alright, give them the life saving bracelets".
" Okay".
The servant at the side gave Amon the bracelet with a bow. Amon collected the bracelet and walked straight towards the glass of the vip viewing area and he just phased through the glass like a phantom which caught the members of the younger generation of guard and flew down towards the arena. [ the standard viltrumite flight style from invincible]. Flight was an ability that every existence who reached the 4th tier could perform and with Amon being in the 8th tier, he was pretty much a master at flight.
Levitating close to the ground, the Amon gazed at the two young warriors intensely with his golden eyes shining like stars in the sky.
" These are life saving bracelets, these would protect you if you're going to substain s life ending blow". Amon said as made the bracelets float towards the children.
" The rules are simple, fight to your hearts content, you might not die but you are fighting for your glory, the glory of your family and your honor. It's not even an issue if you lose but make sure that you give your all. That's what matters". As he said those words he looked towards Mark, the student he trained for the past 5 yrs in Martial arts and he only had 1 word to describe him.
' MONSTER'. What made him give Mark that high of an evaluation wasn't because he was the strongest student he trained, infact he started of below average in that department. It wasn't because of his speed, he's just a little faster compared to his peers, nor is it because he's the smartest because from what he understands many at times he's not the smartest guy in the room but because of his unrealisticly high battle IQ and his ability to absorb knowledge like a sponge. Mark's affinity for battle couldn't be stressed enough at his tender age he already had the battle instincts of a veteran that has been through a thousand wars and he was always able to 1up people stronger and faster than him at unexpected moments.
At the phase Mark was now, he doesn't even have an ambition and from the beginning of his life, he has always gone through situations passively but the opponent Mark is fighting now isn't like the people he had spared with before, Gunnar was also a prodigy like him. From the Intel he has, Gunnar was born with superior fighting capabilities compared to his peers so he's not an average talent and he's also the heir to one of the strongest clans in history, they're relative to one another when it comes to fighting capabilities but Gunnar was physically stronger. To sum it up the only thing Mark had to win this fight was his superior battle IQ and he purposely said some flashy words to raise the stakes, when in actually there was literally no consequences to who wins or loses but he wanted to give Mark a reason to give his all in the fight and his plan worked.
The tension in the air was palpable as the two combatants were having a staring battle seemingly waiting for the moment to pounce on each other.
" You battle when I give the signal". Amon said and the two of them entered fighting their fighting stances.
" Fight!".