Welcome to This Humble Arena
The host meni a strange woman with a insect like figure smiled
Menu: welcome "Readers" I'm here to give you something new to read
ARENA[1]
Or should I say AR3NA!
The 1st round is between the East where powerful martial artist and defy the heaven fights against the strongest Powerhouse of the West the Empire who controlled one entire continent!!!
For the 1st battle we have is
3rd Class Knight
Vs
Heavenly Palm Master
Alexander: strike if you dare, for my blade yeild to none other than the king!
The armour shining as the third class Knight points his sword to his old enemy
one of the best 3rd grade knight alexander steps in the arena
But the old man who his fighting just yawn feeling sleepy he falls to the ground
Thud~
Alexander shock and embarrassed ask the old man
Alexander: do you yeild?
Old Man: no your just not that strong to me
Alexander: …
He tremble in anger as he had prepared for glory, yet found only shame.
Alexander: you are disgracing the honor of this building aswell as me!! peasant stand up!
The old man continue to lay down upon the ground, his beard brushing the dirt.
Old Man: You're too weak for me to even stand. Just get down like me.
His arm lifted, then dropped. At once, a crushing pressure bore down on Alexander, forcing his knees to quiver.
Alexander clenched his teeth, his body trembling beneath the weight pressing down on him. His knees threatened to surrender, yet he forced his sword to remain raised, though it shook in his grip.
Alexander: I… will not bow… not to a man who cannot even stand to show respect!
Sweat traced down his brow as he glared at the old man on the ground, fighting against the invisible force with every breath.
The pressure overwhelmed him. Alexander's knees struck the dirt, his sword slipping from his hand and driving him into the ground. The weight bore down until his chest touched the earth.
Alexander: "D-damn it… I… can't move…"
His breath was ragged, sweat mixing with the dust of the crater. For the first time, the knight's pride faltered beneath the strength of the old man.
Old man: his hand still pressing the invisible weight down, voice carrying neither anger nor joy but a weary authority "Your spirit is strong, boy… stronger than most I've seen. But spirit alone can't break chains of age and power."
The ground creaks louder as the pressure deepens, cracks spiderwebbing outward. Dust clouds rise around them like smoke from a dying fire.
Old man: "If you keep resisting, your body will shatter before your pride ever bends. Tell me… is that the end you seek?"
His eyes soften briefly, like a veteran watching his younger self in another man's struggle.
Alexander's arms trembled, his palms pressed to the broken ground as he forced himself to keep from collapsing fully. His body screamed, yet his eyes still burned with defiance, refusing to dim.
Alexander: "If death is the price… then so be it. But I will never… surrender. For the Emperor for the Empire I alexander will not falter"
Blood trickled from his lip as he glared upward, his voice strained yet unshaken. Even crushed into the earth, his spirit stood taller than his broken frame.
The old man sighed, his weary eyes fixed on the knight. Slowly, he raised his arms once more.
Old Man: "Once again, I'm sorry… but this will be your end, knight."
With a sudden motion, he brought his arms down. The earth roared in response, a violent quake tearing through the arena. Smoke and dust surged upward, drowning the battlefield in shadow.
From the stands, Meni, the judge of the match, swung his arm. A gust of power cut through the haze, scattering the dust like torn cloth.
As the air cleared, the scene was revealed
The old man stood at the edge of a massive, hand-shaped crater, his gaze heavy with regret.
At the center of the destruction lay Alexander. His armor was broken, blood streaking its surface, his body motionless beneath the crushing weight of defeat.
Loria who Alexander soon to be wife pushed through the crowd, her heart sinking as the dust cleared. At the bottom of the crater lay Alexander, broken and bloodied.
Loria: "Alexander… you promised me…'
She fell to her knees, tears streaming as silence filled the arena.
Old man: you should have surrendered
He mutter to the lifeless body of Alexander
Loria lifted her tearful gaze toward the old man, her voice trembling but she forced a scream.
Loria: And you should have shown mercy… he was. Just why
As many of Loria and Alexander relatives comfort the broken lady and escort her out
As she look back to the old man once again. The two eye meet and he utter the word.
Old Man: I did.
With those words, he turned his back and walked away from the wreckage, his steps heavy, leaving silence to swallow the arena.
Golliath one of Alexander senior slams a fist against the wall, the stone cracking under his strength.
His massive frame looms as he storms toward the arena doors, voice echoing like thunder.
Golliath: Out of my way! I'll crush that him
His eyes burn with fury as he walks down on the corridor but a young man in a cloak stopped him
Edmund: have you forgotten Golliath? this match is oversee by that being if we act now the Empire will face his wrath... So for now we just have to win
As they look back to the old man going to there side
[1] a place where selected individuals fight to death or when somebody wins