Seven Legendary Sword

Prepare Mentally

In just such a short time that the person defeated his opponent, the people there had not even guessed who would win the battle.

Whoa….

Cheers crazily, they all felt this was all unusual. Twice that person had defeated the opponent in just a very short time.

Without much ado that person stepped away from the arena.

“As I thought, there might be two people here who wield great power swords, I think this will be interesting!”

Zerlan who saw all this felt chills, he never imagined he would be able to fight with someone has such fast movements.

“Who really is that person? He has power at the top level, and then I will fight him? Seriously, but this might be an opportunity for me to learn a lot of things!

Then the fight happened again, from noon until late in the evening the fight was just over. There are only five participants left, all of them are people with special abilities.

People still think that Zerlan is just lucky, after the final match they believe that Zerlan will lose and die.

At night….

Zerlan was silent in front of the smoldering fire, so many things had happened to him today. He had killed another person, but every time he did no remorse came over him.

He did not understand why this could happen, everything seemed meaningless. He clearly remembered today's battle in his head. Every participant left gave a pretty fierce battle, those who managed to defeat the opponent were not ordinary person.

Zerlan is quite annoyed with what happened, even though he already knows that the risk he will face is death, but now he wants to get out of this.

Zerlan lay down on the ground that was so rough, the entire expanse of stars was so beautiful in the sky.

“Huh… why am I now doubting, am I really going to survive this competition?”

Almost everyone who entered the competition died, no one considered it a murder because it was explained that every participant who died was considered legal.

Those who survived mostly just surrendered or spared their lives by the opponent, but it was no more than 10 people. They had mostly died at the hands of the opponent.

The thing that worries Zerlan the most is the masked person, it is certain that he will be fighting this person in the next match. Just looking at movements was already very difficult, he didn't know what to do when facing that person.

"Will I be able to see the sun after tomorrow huh?" Zerlan said in a tone full of despair.

A huge aura appeared within the sword, Zerlan slowly turned his head towards that sword. Cearuleus emitted a blackish glow,

"What's this? Why this sword giving off a glow like this?”

Kaboom!!!

Cearuleus blow away the energy that threw Zerlan's body, his face was filled with the black smoke that was left behind.

The sword was burning in a smoldering fire, this was clearly an absurd phenomenon.

"What's the matter with this sword?" The fire was smoldering then make Zerlan aware. “That's right, I am too pessimistic! I should have more effort and confidence, if I can pass tomorrow!” Zerlan clenched his fists very tightly, his body made him stand up straight looking up at the night sky. "Tonight I'm going to be greater!"

In such a beautiful night the mask was removed from the face.

"Tomorrow, let's see how you will fight against me!"

Time flies until the sun shines again.

Sweat was pouring non-stop, throat felt so dry. It had been hours of Zerlan swinging the sword, other physical exercises were also doing non-stop. He didn't sleep to mentally prepare, his body was already controlled by a belief that he would be able to win the upcoming battle.

Head turned towards the city. “Today, the day where I will find an unforgettable experience!”

***

The emcee saw something was wrong with the participants, from the five people who were supposed to come now just only four people showed up.

“Where did the masked person go yesterday?” He asked the participants, no one giving himself an answer.

Everyone was disappointed that if there was no masked person, the match would be lively if there was that person.

However, there was no longer any time. Nirobi gave a nod which was a sign that the fight must be started out no matter what.

“Alright, based on Majesty King Nirobi's decision, this match will be started even  that participant is not participating in this fight!”

Everyone muttered disappointed, but still the decision would not be withdrawn. Starting from the order of the participants will be determined based on the letter taken in the jar, those who take number will be determined based on the sequence number.

When one of the participants was about to take a number, a masked figure appeared from the hall of the coliseum.

An aura that person has attracted the attention of many people, all cheered at the sight of this person.

Now that person was at the far left of the line.

"Okay, now let's get started on who's going to get the order by letter!"

All had taken one letter in the urn, and the last was the masked person.

"Let's open the paper and show me how many numbers you got!"

Everyone complied with the emcee wishes. Number 1 is for the old man wearing a robe, number 2 is for the burly man with the mask on his face, number 3 is for Zerlan, number 4 is for the man use the black cloak, and the last number 5 is for the masked person.

“All the sequences are known, they will fight based on the number they have already got! Number five will be faced with an opponent who lost to the previous two participants, this will also be a second chance for those who lost!”

The participants started to leave to wait their turn.

“Heh… interesting, now I don't have to hold back! I was hoping to be able to fight the masked person, but my opponent now is that young man! He is likely a troublesome opponent especially the sword on his back!” muttered the robed man who narrowed his eyes at Zerlan's back.

The two participants in the first match had stood up, all waiting for what kind of surprise they would do.

“Alright, let's get this match started!'

After that they were able to fight each other, but neither made the first move.

“Why old geezer? Are you afraid to go forward?” asked the masked man grimly.

“Hohoh… don't be in such a hurry, I'm not here to advance first! Don't you know that I'm old?"

__To Be Continued___