The Elite Gladiator League, this was the purpose of Kenshin and Bastian's fortnight of training. According to Kai, this was a tournament were the greatest fighters from all over Yani City came to show off their prowess.
Yani City was a C rank city. Even amongst other C rank cities, it was quite large. It was a city where nobles of other nations often came to enjoy themselves and let go. One could even say it was one large resort.
The main attraction in the city however was the Elite Gladiator League. It was hosted by the Mayor of the city, to entertain nobles and rich tourists. To qualify for the event, gladiators would have to win certain normal events, for example the Twin Rumble event Bastian was in, and then enter the qualifying rounds for the League.
The tournament itself had two sides, the qualifying tournament and the main League itself. The qualifying tournament was quite a simple process, one that had been used for as long as most could remember.
The tournament had three sections of difficulty. The 1 star, 2 star and 3 star tournaments. These had Novice/Student, Acolyte/Fighter and Teacher/Scholar difficulties respectively. No Gladiators above the Foundation Real were allowed to enter.The 1 star tournament wasn't that popular due to the low level of skill for the fighters involved. The 3 star tournament was equally unpopular due to the small number of people who have a high enough cultivation. Thus the two star tournament was the main attraction. A gladiator and the master had the right to choose which difficulty to use, but the rule was one could not use a difficulty lower than their own. In other words a Fighter could enter the 3 star tournament but a Teacher could not enter a 2 star tournament
A certain area, like a forest, grassland, a swamp, or even a small desert, would be created through magic. The contestants would each be given a small green pebble to carry with them. To qualify for the League, all one had to do was get a minimum of 15 stones.
Only the event organizers know the total amount of contestants. The participants would be teleported by a teleportation magic circle to the location and placed randomly. To qualify all you had to do was to collect the amount of pebbles required. The means by which you collected the pebbles were not important when it came to whether or not you qualified.
At a certain building, nobles were given private viewing booths, were a screen would display an area of their choosing. In a certain booth were four young men and women, two men and two women. One of the men was fat, he had a very perverse expression on his face, be it when he was looking at the girls or the screen. The other man was very skinny, and had a pale sickly body, but his expression was just as perverse as his companion.
The young women were both very beautiful. One was tall and slender with a mature demeanor; the other was slightly chubby but was very curvaceous with a cute face. The tall woman was sitting on the fat man's lap and the curvy one was sitting on the skinny man's lap. The women were scantily dressed and allowed the young men to take liberties with them.
The spectators had control of which area they could view, and normally for most of the day they had been looking at different areas from time to time.Yet for the past few minutes they had kept their attention on two odd warriors.
If your opponent overpowered you, then your life would be in the hands of the former. Allowing your opponent to survive in such a competition can prove to be costly, therefore most, if not all warriors would choose to end their victims.Yet these two did not. One was a pale skinned young man with an expressionless face, and the other was a purple haired youth with a very handsome face. These two seemed to be working together but their actions didn't make sense.
The pale warrior was incredibly fast. He would toy with his opponents and steal their pebbles, adding them to his pouch. The purple haired warrior on the other hand seemed like a coward to the young men and women in the booth. All he did was run and dodge, barely fighting back. He just like his friend didn't kill a single person, but unlike his skilled friend, the purple haired boy had clumsy looking movements and was constantly getting injured during clashes.
The duo was constantly under attack for the duration of the time in which the young men and women in the booth were observing, due to the fact that they didn't kill. In fact, it often seemed as if the pale warrior was intentionally bringing harm upon them.
He would leave his friend for a while, go and steal green pebbles with ease, then run back to his partner, effectively bringing more trouble to his companion. After a while, the young men and women grew tired of viewing the fight, and started engaging in sexual activities. After manipulating a knob on the wall, the group was able to dim the lights in the room, creating the atmosphere they desired.
Within the booths were chairs, tables with all sorts of expensive looking food, and beds. After the four had done what they had intended to do, they finally started focusing on the screen again.
This time they found quite the surprise. The purple haired boy was covered in wounds everywhere and was bloody to the point where he looked barbaric. His counterpart was still as calm and untouched. Yet the crowd around them had been wiped out!
The two were chatting normally with each other; around them were tens of corpses. The only person alive was a somewhat pretty girl in leather armor, she was holding a rapier in her hand and she was on her knees in front of the odd duo.
Her expression was grim and her eyes hands were shaking. Although she looked frightened, the look in her eyes showed that she had no intention of running away. On the contrary, a tinge of anger was visible in her eyes.
It was clear that her body wanted to run yet her mind wanted to fight. Wobbling, she stood up and walked to the odd duo. The pale warrior ignored her existence, as if she was an ant next to his boot. The purple haired warrior on the other hand was looking at her with his eyes narrowed.
He looked conflicted, as if he wasn't sure what to do with her. Then after putting on a wry smile, he walked to his partner and took a few pebbles from his waist. Then he threw them to her and started limping away. It seemed as if his injuries had gotten to him.
He said something to his partner and the pale faced warrior nodded. The two departed from the scene, leaving the woman with the corpses. She immediately started searching all over the corpses and took green pebbles from their bodies, with tears streaming down her face.
"Why did the two leave the pebbles? Why did they let the girl live? Why is she crying?" said the tall beauty while spooning with her lover."I can't believe we missed such an interesting battle, my love, isn't there something we can do to see what happened?" said the chubby girl to the skinny young man.
"Hehe. Relax all shall be answered ladies, this booth has a feature that allows us to rewind and go back to when the battle had started." said the fat man with a chortle
"Indeed. Just watch." said the skinny young man as he reached for a knob above the bed. He injected his mana into it and the scene in front of the group changed, to the moment that the girl and another man were hiding behind a bush, observing the odd duo in their strange ritual.
The girls were delighted, throwing compliments and whispering sweet nothings to their partners. After this the group finally looked at the screen. Lust evident in their eyes, except this was not a lust for flesh. This was a lust for blood.Mark's eyes were filled with greed as he saw Kenshin's pouch. He had no doubt that it was filled with the green pebbles necessary for qualification. Judging from the size and the noise coming from the pouch, whoever had that pouch by the time the competition was over would undoubtedly be qualified.The competition lasted for only a day, so time was of the essence. Mark saw that Kenshin was incredibly skilled, so he decided not to act rashly. He simply observed, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. Ruka knew not to move without Mark's go ahead, and she was quite content looking at Bastian."Kenshin! For the last time! Tell me the key chant now! I'm about to die here!" shouted Bastian as he frantically dodged attacks left and right. Kenshin did what he does best, remain quiet. Bastian wanted to attack Kenshin right now, but he knew that would be a futile endeavor.This difficult situation all started this morning. The previous evening Bastian had gone to slee
Bastian found no joy in killing, yet it did not disturb him in the slightest. He did not see himself as a morally upright person, and this type of mentality had cemented itself in his mind the longer he stayed in the Sovereign Continent.He had no qualms with killing anyone who got in his way, thus all the warriors in front of him were walking corpses as far as he was concerned. To Bastian, mercy to one's enemy was cruelty to one's self, especially when the enemy killed for a living.One of Kenshin's conditions in the past was that Bastian should not kill anyone, which made Bastian's task significantly harder. Most people would assume that killing was harder than just fighting, but when there is a significant gap in strength between you and your opponents, it's much more difficult to fight a group of people weaker without causing injury. Not to mention Bastian's mind had experience that his body was unaccustomed to.So when Kenshin lifted the restriction on kill
Bastian knew that at times like these, it was best to strike whist the iron was hot. Without a moments delay, he picked out his targets let the swords fly. With a flick of his hands, the four swords left his hands and flew straight into the throats of four unsuspecting warriors. All of whom were not of the water attribute.Bastian not only knew how to use a sword, but he knew very well how to defend against one and how to disarm someone of one. That was the knowledge he had used against the first four water attribute warriors he had killed.Each swordsman has a particular style, and gain different insights into the Dao of the Sword. Kenshin was someone who focused on using multiple swords at once. His style often required him to throw swords away; so as to not waste a chance Kenshin was quite well versed in the art of throwing any blade, from daggers to long swords.Throwing four swords simultaneously was as easy as stretching for Bastian. Such a feat, to warrio
Bastian, like most human beings, was not fond of pain. He dreaded it. A harsh surge of pain struck him, it was the worst pain he had ever felt. Mark's flaming arrow only struck one spot but the pain instantly attacked every part of his body. Bastian had experienced, without a doubt, the most excruciating pain he had ever felt.Almost every movement he made caused him to grit his teeth. He wasn't sure how deep the damage was, but he was sure that one of his ribs had been broken. A sharp pain in his abdomen that made him want to scream was the only reminder he needed to realize one important fact, a fact that he not noticed due to his own negligence.I could die here...Angry at himself for being so careless, Bastian decided to take action. After standing up, Bastian examined his surroundings. He looked forward and saw the trail of destruction left behind by his body. Broken trees with trunks as think as cow's body were snapped in half as if they were tooth picks.
The might of late stage Foundation Building Cultivators was truly astonishing. Teachers and Scholars were feared throughout the Sovereign Continents as powerhouses. Not to say there weren't more powerful cultivators.Cultivators who were above the Foundation Building realm, rarely took part in matters of the continent itself. Or to be more accurate, matters that the public knew of. The continent was so large that it made sending and receiving information across it extremely difficult. For commoners, low ranked nobility and the majority of the populace, word of mouth and letters were the most reliable means of long distance communication.Sebastian Tirius himself was from a very powerful noble family. Due to this, he had been in contact with many powerful cultivators. Yet, despite the power and knowledge that was at his feet, the young Sebastian never took an interest in matters of cultivation. The only information he knew was what his family had forced him to learn.
The might of late stage Foundation Building Cultivators was truly astonishing. Teachers and Scholars were feared throughout the Sovereign Continents as powerhouses. Not to say there weren't more powerful cultivators.Cultivators who were above the Foundation Building realm, rarely took part in matters of the continent itself. Or to be more accurate, matters that the public knew of. The continent was so large that it made sending and receiving information across it extremely difficult. For commoners, low ranked nobility and the majority of the populace, word of mouth and letters were the most reliable means of long distance communication.Sebastian Tirius himself was from a very powerful noble family. Due to this, he had been in contact with many powerful cultivators. Yet, despite the power and knowledge that was at his feet, the young Sebastian never took an interest in matters of cultivation. The only information he knew was what his family had forced him to learn.
Bastian's attempt to affect the minds of those present had gone well. Mark's quick response however made things more difficult. The warriors became afraid of Bastian, that was evident, but they were even more afraid of Mark. Even as a quasi-Teacher, he was still far more powerful than all of them combined. Mark decided to harness that fear and use it to his favor.Mark's objective was to use these warriors to test Bastian. There were still quite a few warriors that were supposed to be able to get Bastian to act. At that moment Mark wanted to know as much about Bastian as possible."Everyone, attack the boy now. Either you die by my hands, or you take a chance and fight him. I give you 10 seconds to decide." As Mark spoke, his eyes were filled with cold killing intent, he no longer saw the people around him as fellow warriors but as tools for him to do as he pleased. Such was the fate of the weak; the strong could do what they wanted with them.As warriors, as gl
Face was an important factor for those who lived in the Sovereign Continent. For cultivators, especially warriors, face was even more important. Mages were more liberal in their behavior and would often resort to any means to win a battle. Warriors on the other hand, did not have such a luxury.By the time Ruka had come to, Bastian had already wiped out every warrior before her. To Bastian, most of the battles that day were like a blur. He had fought for so long and had fought so many battles that he was then essentially fighting on a subconscious level. He was still clear headed but he had realized long back that Kenshin's experience was more effective, the less he thought about it.It was similar to walking. If one had to think about where one would place his or her foot consciously with every step one took, then walking would be a very arduous process. Bastian already had Kenshin's experience, so the process was already somewhat familiar to him. All he had to do was