Spicing Things Up

“Thirty-one contenders!”

The voice of the announcer echoed across the whole of the Arena once more. Amplified further by the microphone she’s holding which connects to all the speakers of this place.

Her words came as soon as Daemon finished his enemy again. With the fight lasting no more than five seconds which, for its whole duration, only has Daemon as the attacker. Just like every other enemy he defeated before this one, his swift victory is brought about by a punch – the Divergent Fist.

“Everyone! Daemon has taken down thirty-one of the sixty-five fighters that are lined up for today!” The announcer added. Ramping up the energy and setting it up for another wild cheering from the crowds. A cheering that has also reached its peak.

“They’re so loud.” Daemon mumbled as he folded his fingers into a fist. Feeling the leftover energy that comes from what’s been drained by [Imp
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