Twenty fights. A total of twenty fights passed in the arena after the break at lunch. All of these ended with Daemon’s victory and, other than the first one that took two hits to finish, Daemon’s able to take down the rest with just a single blow. But more than this, Daemon took them all out with more intensity. He punched them so hard that they had to be taken to the intensive care unit. That’s how bad his blows became and, that’s also why the rest of the fighters that have to face him are nervous. They’re all nervous because, they’re beginning to think that nothing they do will suffice for them to beat such an omen as Daemon. A feeling that’s gotten a lot worse because of the fact that Daemon’s now taken his five-minute break.Within this interval, they have time to think about how they’ll lose the same way that everyone did. More than ever, they’re now sure that Daemon’s the strongest. Now they understand how this person defeated Leon and, using the fallen martial artist as the ba
Peter Jacobs. That is the name of the man who stands at the fourth in ranking of the claw hall. The same hall that Daemon hasn’t infiltrated yet and the hall he hasn’t messed with as much as his own and Leon’s. Though that’s the case, Daemon knows everything he needs to about the basics of every fighter here. Caused by the same thing that’s helped him all throughout which are the profiles handed to him by Ashley.That being said, there is clearly something different with the enemy in front of him. The profile entails that this man doesn’t have internal energy control nor access. But, for some reason, that doesn’t feel to be the case in that moment.“What the hell is this.” Daemon muttered as this opponent of his entered the stage of the arena.Due to his skirmish against the leader of the Vipers, Daemon now has access to sight of internal energy. A portion of it and not in totality. He can now see faint hints of it as long as there is enough being poured out and, for the case of his e
While Daemon continued fighting against the scholars of the Elites, the crowd is placed in a state of complete entertainment. They continued their loud and boisterous cheers, as well as every other noise that can go with this. But this is just the general audience. There is a group, a small one composed of just a couple of individuals, who are watching all of this from the top of the arena. From the viewing deck fortified so greatly that it won’t shatter, even from an explosion. The same viewing deck where Alexander is watching.“How are you enjoying the fights so far?” Desmond asked as he entered casually into the room.There is actually a lock over this place. The only reason why Desmond is able to enter the way he did is, well, because he’s the one who owns the Arena. As such he has full access to all of the rooms. Including the one where George held a meeting. “These are all interesting matchups.” Alexander replied, swirling red wine on the glass held by his left hand. “You’ve re
Daemon is having a bit of trouble.As soon as the fight began, he could feel that something changed with Razor. That’s why he didn’t attack right away and, instead, waited for his opponent to close the distance between them. He halted his movement and observed Razor who is still moving as slowly as he expected. Though the speed isn’t the problem here, it’s the attack of Razor itself.Daemon dodged the attack that Razor made. An awkward strike where both of Razor’s hands are stretched out – forming a seeming claw which didn’t make sense until Daemon looked closer. Daemon saw that the fingers of his enemy suddenly became more lethal. To be more precise, there seems t be claws that are growing from them and though Daemon can’t see it clearly, he can feel it very much so. “Guess it’s right for me to dodge.” Daemon said as he continued backing away.For the first time in the duration of his fights, Daemon didn’t advance nor did he dodge and counter. He backed from an attack. Yet, even the
Brutal.That is the only word to describe the fights that Daemon engaged in after he finished against Razor. You’d think that only a single display of this brutality would be needed to prove a point but that isn’t the case for Dameon. He continued beating everyone up the same way that he did with Razor. None of the fights came easy of course. With all of them receiving the same internal energy pill as Razor, this means that they all gained a very high amount of internal energy. One which allows them to be stronger, sturdier while giving them a better output for all of their moves as well.This is the kind of thing that Daemon had to deal with. He got hit a couple more times and all of these added to the level of pain. But he still won every fight in the most brutal way possible. He kept beating his opponents senseless. He punched them in their vitals and, as if that’s not enough, he almost gouged out the eyes of one of the opponents.These actions performed by Daemon finally silenced
A clash.A powerful gust of wind spread across the entirety of the arena as the wind is torn through by the force of the first exchange. George and Daemon’s fists met in the middle of the ring. Evenly matched in both power, speed, and destructiveness. There is a spiraling that formed where their internal energy clashed against one another. Creating a vortex where one and the other are fighting for dominance.Neither of them is letting the other get the better of them as they poured their internal energy – a large amount of it, into this first blow. This is as clear as day as the whole of that very ring is now covered in dust. Vacuumed by the forceful winds that come along with the friction of the attacks of these two against one another. Indeed, they do look evenly matched. The attacks continued eating each other in this struggle for dominance. But this didn’t last for long.Although the initial output felt the same, that can never be entirely true. One of them is sure to have placed
“My this is turning out to be quite the fight don’t you think?” Alex said as he continued watching comfortably from the viewing deck.He spun the wine on the glass before taking another sip. Not too much, nor too little. Just the right amount for him to enjoy the rich flavor that seemingly melts in his tongue as soon as it makes contact. Eloping with his insides in a warmth that could easily be mistaken for as blessed by the god of wine himself.This is the same drink that’s offered to Alexander’s guard. There’s only one assisting him in that room because, one is all that he needs. After all, this guard is probably strong enough to take on Snake and Desmond at the same time. The very same reason why it’s a bit questionable why he’s working for someone like Alexander.“Yes sir.” The guard replied right away. “Both of them are really great fighters.”“Yeah? I guess I should take your word for it Wolf.” Alex replied.“Though it’s clear as day that one of them is cheating sir. The holder
Thirty points. That is the total amount that Daemon got from defeating the fighters before ending up having to come across George. He didn’t spend a single one of these points before reaching this enemy because, he wanted to think clearly where he should be using all of this on.There are fights that only gave him one point and, surprisingly, the last ten fights before George gave him two points each instead of just one. With all of these points combined, he can make one of his stats reach fifty. Granting him a pseudo passive skill that’d be useful in his clash against Geroge. It only took him a couple of seconds to arrive at the conclusion he needed. He isn’t even thinking of George because, his mind is focused d on another opponent. One that he has to extract revenge on for the murder of Naga Kazem. None other than the leader of the Vipers. A man who calls himself Snake.From their encounter alone, Daemon can surmise that this person has impressive speed. So much so that Daemon isn