Strongest Prisoners

Chapter 14 : Rules of the Game

1 day has passed. Leading up to his fight with Vahn, Spike was given no time to get out of the cell he was in. All day he trains to be able to increase his stamina as well as strength he has.

In the previous battle, he only got 3000 Credit Points along with one strange item called the Amulet of Hardness. As it's almost time for the fight, Spike checks what the Amulet's function really is.

[ Amulet of Hardness ]

[ Rarity Type: Common ]

[ Power: Give users a slight amount of strength. Can be accumulated with other Gears ]

As Spike read the lines before his eyes, he found this gear completely useless. He didn't know how much strength he would get from the gear.

Instead of getting nothing, Spike also chose to wear it now heading into the arena.

[ Prisoners #404 will be commencing Spartan Protocol. Please wait ]

The robotic voice resounded in the cell of his room. The voice that had signaled his fight with Vahn would come back soon.

Spike looked back at his iron arms, he wished that the fight he would have for today would be a fight that would end quickly. Whether it was on Spike's side or Vahn's.

He didn't want to see someone suffer in that arena later.

“Spike, how do you feel waiting for your first prisoner duel now?”

Spike who was facing the gate heard a voice from behind him. The voice was none other than the voice coming from Hudson. The man was welcoming him into his first duel fight now.

Looking at the back, Hudson was still on the screen without revealing his form. Just rows of sound waves going up and down.

“Did you do this to all the prisoners? Ask them how they are before the fight starts?” he asked. Leading up to his fight, he managed his emotions to stay calm. Because previously, Spike would always be angry and on fire when interacting with Hudson.

"No, you should be grateful. I'm only doing this for you. You are a special prisoner.”

“Why do you care about me? Aren't I just some kind of experimental product that you saw develop into the trash or a useful product right?" asked Spike again.

“Hmmm...” Hudson's hum was long. He seemed confused to answer the response from Spike just now.

“You are indeed a prisoner of mine, but you are different from the others. If you don't believe me, just look where you are now. You should be dead, but you can still be here interacting with me. Isn't that a privilege?"

Spike looked down and looked at his iron arms again this time.

"Is this iron hand, is one of your generosity?" he asked straightforward

Hudson was just silent. He didn't answer anything.

“Why are you silent? You were so talkative and had so much bullshit earlier!”

The gate was opened, and the sound of sirens and also the opening song from this arena resounded clearly. Spike, who looked back, was greeted by a light breeze and thick dust that began to enter his cell.

“That's enough time for me to welcome. Now, get out there. Kill your enemies…”

One thing that Spike doesn't understand, Hudson seems to dodge when he's asked about his iron arm.

Spike still doesn't understand what made Hudson like that. It's as if Hudson doesn't know what really happened to Spike's iron arm either.

There's no turning back anymore for Spike. He must do it now.

The vast expanse of the field makes the wind blow very hard. He closed his eyes because he didn't want to get die ridiculously while there.

The iron-armed prisoner had yet to sense the existence of Vahn he was up against. He had no idea what was going on in the field but Vahn seemed to be able to hide his presence.

[ Spike the Iron Fist versus Vahn the Night is on the arena right now. Spartan Protocol will be started soon ]

The dust from the arena stopped moving. Silent and makes Spike's field of view wider.

Right in front of him, he saw a spiky-haired figure wearing sunglasses crossing his arms now. He smiled faintly, exuding an air of straightforward self-confidence about him.

“Hi... Welcome to the arena...” Vahn said greeting the current Spike.

“Ummm... Hi?” Spike found it quite odd. Vahn who was supposed to be his opponent instead greeted Spike warmly right now.

“I believe that this is your first fight against a fellow prisoner. But I will guarantee that everything will go smoothly…”

“You have a high level of self-confidence. I can appreciate that...”

"Ahahahaha of course. Confidence is what has kept me going until now!”

[ Spartan Protocol begins now! ]

The system says that the fight in this arena started.

Spike swiftly immediately got into a stance so he could be protected from the attacks Vahn was about to throw at him.

“Wow... you look like a seasoned fighter. For a split second, I was scared to fight you just now.” Vahn said intimidating.

"You should be afraid of me. Go forth!”

From his pouch, Vahn took out and opened a butterfly knife. And for some reason, Spike felt really weird right now.

He, who had previously seen fights between the top ranks with super abilities, was now only served by low-grade weapons used by village thugs.

“That… that's all you got to fight me?” asked Spike a little disdainfully.

“Yes… I think this alone is enough against you”

Feeling that the probability of winning was extremely high, Spike immediately ran over and prepared to hit Vahn with his iron arm.

"You underestimate me too much. I'm sure you saw my fights with those Gorlock monsters before and thought that was all I was capable of. Let me tell you, you have misjudged me!”

Spike was just about to try to smack the head off of Vahn now. With the surrounding heat and the temperature of the iron arm being quite high, it was impossible to dodge for a short period of time.

“No Spikes. I didn't underestimate you at all."

Everything suddenly went dark. No, Spike's sight is gone now. Spike who had noticed Vahn was right in front of him earlier started to become hesitant. He didn't believe that Vahn might have been on the other side by now.

"No! I'm blind! What have you done to me!”

“Spike... The reason I'm smiling isn't that I underestimated you. But because of that, I'm sure this battle will be a very exciting battle!”