Arena.This is the name of the place where Daemon is forced to fight. A facility that’s made purely for this purpose, just as the name itself suggests. But, unlike the coliseums of old, this place is a lot better.There are seats for everyone who wants to watch, spread around the bleachers that surround the fighting grounds in a circular shape. Each seat has proper cushioning that allows a person to sit comfortably as he or she watches whatever bloodbath the Elites have in store.Food and beverages are also served to the audience and, there are some from the outside world who can go there to watch. These being individuals with a lot of money to spare on their pockets. Christian has frequented this place because, from time to time, he buys a couple of students from the Elites. Making them his lackeys – the same ones that guard the clubhouse and follow his every orders.But he’s not there at the moment because of two things. One is that he’s still preoccupied with the troubles caused by
Chaos erupted within the whole arena.The crowd continued making noises, speaking to one another of the absurdity of the events that are taking place. You’d expect the higher-ups to be the ones calming things down in a situation like this. Yet, instead, Desmond resorted to bellowing in laughter.“HAHAHAHA!” As always, the war veteran’s voice is loud and strong. Yet even this is muffled by all the noise surrounding the arena at that time. Unlike him though, Ashley doesn’t find any of this to be entertaining.“Don’t laugh!” She ordered him. “He’s about to get himself killed.”“Oh I bet.” Desmond replied as he wiped a tear on his eyelid. “But it’s bastards like him that I like the most. All of you are dull fucking retards compared to him…”He looked at Ashley who now has her eyes squinted at him. “No offense.” “All taken.”“But man, I really thought that he became dull and boring during the helicopter ride.” Desmond sat back comfortably on his chair, opening a can of beer as he continue
Three minutes. Daemon is given three minutes to rest after every battle’s finished. It’s impossible to assume that a person would be able to go on fighting without any rest or pause after all. Though the ranking system is still unreasonable because the one being ranked would be worn out by the time he or she fights someone that’s actually strong, Desmond believes that this isn’t an excuse for someone who’s really got a knack for fighting.This same director looked at the fight or, rather, the results of it with a brooding expression on his face. The wide grin’s gone. All that’s left are flat lips and bored eyes. Like he just witnessed the dullest performance of his life.“Not satisfied?” Ashley asked.“He’s weak.” Desmond said. “I don’t know what to think of him anymore but, with what he just showed, he won’t even win the next round.”“I see.” Is all that Ashley said in reply.Desmond made a deep sigh as he opened a new can of beer. “What do you think?”“I think that guy he fought was
[All skills are returned.][New feature added. Revenge counter][Information: Revenger can“You played too much. You should’ve ended while you can.” Daemon said as he got up again.Now that his System’s returned, he feels a lot different. Having it and getting it taken away for an hour made him see how different everything is now that it’s back. “Ha! Who are you kidding? You’re still no match for me. All you have are empty threats!” His opponent said who, now has something floating on top of him. Showing things that weren’t there before the update.[Name: Brock Levin][Level: 8][Class: Fighter][Specification: Judo][Strength: 10][Intelligence: 3[Speed: 4]“Would you look at that, it turned into an actual game.” Daemon said.“The fuck are you talking about?” His opponent asked. “Are you spacing out on me again?”Other than these things, Daemon can also see the health and mana of his opponent. He doesn’t understand why there’s a concept like mana since this is the real world but, h
“Ahh this is the best.” Daemon sat on the floor, his back leaning on the wall.He’s given a proper chair to rest on but, he prefers this one. There’s also Instead of having only three minutes to rest. Daemon’s given five. Part of the reason for this is because everyone needed to settle down and calm themselves after what they just experienced. Of course, Desmond has to compensate for having to seemingly give special treatment to Daemon.That’s why, should the teen win the next round, then he’d have to spend only two minutes of rest before he fights on the next two battles. Effectively canceling out the extensions he received.In truth, Daemon doesn’t care. He needs to abide by the rules of the fight no matter what he does. If he doesn’t, he’ll get disqualified, so this is truly the only option. That’s why he’s not thinking about it anymore.Instead, he’s spending this extended period of rest to recover his body. Though what he has is nothing more than [Lesser Regeneration], Daemon fe
Daemon sped towards his opponent without any hesitation. His enemy, Lester, has his guard up – covering his face and the front of his body. Though these aren’t the targets.Daemon slipped to the side but there’s no reaction from Lester. The teen still has his guard up. Not caring about his opponent who’s already wound up for a full powered punch that’s delivered to the side of his body. And as soon as this landed…there isn’t any reaction.This made Daemon step back and look at his opponent who, remained in the same position. Almost statue-like with the way that he’s not moving at all.“Man, this is really frustrating.” Daemon brushed the back of his head.The fight of these two have been going for ten minutes now. The longest that Daemon’s had to fight ever since he got his system back. And the reason for this is simple. It’s because he’s a bad match for his opponent.When they started this battle, Lester attempted to attack him a couple of times. This gigantic and muscular man probab
“Man, what a ride.” Desmond’s taken at the edge of his seat. He watched everything with genuine amusement and entertainment. Ashley knows this because, he hasn’t stopped drinking ever since Daemon began to fight the way he’s expected to; or maybe even more than that.Every new fight that begins, Desmond pops open a can of beer. And right before some fights end, he pops another one. The old man is basically a hopeless alcoholic, though Ashley isn’t in a position to nag him about it because, strangely, even with all the alcohol running in his system, Desmond never gets drunk. Nor does he ever suffer any other side effect from his drinking sprees. “You want one Ash?” He offered a can of beer. To which, Ashley squinted her eyes to.“Is this really okay sir?” She asked.“Oh come on you’re not a minor anymore. You’re allowed to have a good time and get some booze in your system.”“That’s not what I mean.”“Ohhhhh. That.” Desmond said as he paused for a while to think about it. He then rai
Before everything reached that point, there are a couple of things that happened. First is Daemon going out of the Arena to get some air and think about what’s gonna happen next.This is something unexpected for him. He thought that he’d at least be able to ramp up his power by beating the weaker martial artists one by one. That way he’d have more status points to invest which’ll help in making the fight less impossible to win than it already is.“This is all fucked up. How am I even gonna beat that guy?” Daemon murmured as he continued walking. The outside of the Arena is still the property of the Elites. Though they aren’t the same in status as the Academy, they are still heavily funded by specific individuals and organizations. One of these being the Astleys – led by none other than Alexander Astley. The father of the bastard that Daemon wants to kill.Since the grounds outside are funded and owned by the Elites, this means that there are a lot of food stalls for the students to e