Earth, Blood Kill City.
Competitive Arena.
"Friends from all tribes, welco to the finals of the Extre Combat Tournant."
The host's voice rang out, instantly igniting the entire audience's enthusiasm:
In the stands, mbers of the Night Demon Clan and Giant Troll Clan erupted in deafening cheers, their applause like a tidal wave.
Amidst the whistles and shouts, the entire venue seed to tremble with the sound waves.
Lights flickered, illuminating the excited faces of the audience as they waved glow sticks and flags, with so even holding up posters supporting their favorite contestants, the atmosphere so intense it seed to almost break through the do.
"Tonight, we will witness a showdown between two top fighters, witnessing the birth of a new generation of legends!" the host continued to announce loudly, their voice filled with uncontrollable excitent.
As the host spoke, the big screen began to play the highlights of the two contestants.
In the footage, fists whipped through the air, legs flashed like lightning, every attack accompanied by the audience's gasps and praises, pushing the atmosphere to an even higher peak.
Cheers rose wave after wave, the entire venue boiling over for the upcoming battle.
"Now..." the host drew out the tone, with a hint of anticipation in their voice:
"Let us welco tonight's two main attractions with the warst applause and shouts!"
Before the words even finished, the lights in the venue suddenly went out, leaving only two spotlights focusing on the entrances at either side of the arena.
Audience eyes turned as a burst of stirring music played, and the two contestants walked slowly out from the passageways.
"First to appear is," the host's voice rang out again:
"The new legendary contestant from the Giant Python Clan, Phase Kill."
As the words fell, Phase Kill's figure appeared under the spotlight, wearing a black battle robe, standing nearly two and a half ters tall, his muscular lines distinct, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
"And his opponent is."
The host deliberately paused, keeping the audience in suspense:
"The Berserker from the Night Demon Clan, Iron Armor!"
With the host's introduction, Iron Armor strode onto the arena, his golden battle robe dazzling under the lights, a wild and unrestrained smile on his face, raising his arms as if embracing the cheers of the crowd.
The atmosphere reached its peak.
Both contestants walked onto the arena simultaneously.
There was no referee on stage to explain the rules because this match had no restrictions.
After stepping onto the arena, both sides moved to their corners in the preparation area.
At this mont, Phase Kill, in the left corner of the arena, glanced at his opponent "Iron Armor."
His fists slightly clenched, knuckles making faint cracking sounds.
He could feel his heartbeat accelerating, blood rushing through his veins.
Every nerve was tense and excited for the impending battle.
When the bell rang above the arena.
Before the sound had faded, Phase Kill's figure dashed out like a leopard.
In almost an instant, he crossed half the distance of the arena, and before Iron Armor could fully react, Phase Kill's fist was already hurtling toward his face with a whistling wind.
Bang!
Iron Armor hastily raised his arm to block, and the clash of fist and arm elicited a dull thud.
The imnse impact forced Iron Armor to involuntarily retreat two steps, half a foot stepping on the edge of the arena.
But Phase Kill's attack did not stop, as he stomped the ground with one foot, his body spinning like a whirlwind, a fierce sweeping kick aid directly at Iron Armor's waist.
Iron Armor roared, his body suddenly sinking, crossing his arms to protect his side, forcibly taking the blow, and causing cracks to appear on the arena's edge.
Fortunately, he steadied himself and wasn't kicked off the arena.
Yet Phase Kill's onslaught was relentless like a tide, his fists and feet cutting through the air, each strike heavy with power.
Under Phase Kill's rapid assault, Iron Armor appeared flustered, constantly searching for an opportunity to counterattack.
Then, as another straight punch from Phase Kill approached.
Iron Armor suddenly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the punch, his gaze turning sharp as he seized the opportunity to counter with a backhanded elbow strike aid at Phase Kill's chest.
Phase Kill's eyes sharpened, and his body leaned back like a tipping doll, Iron Armor's elbow grazing his chest, creating a gust of wind.
Before Iron Armor could recover, Phase Kill's legs flashed with energy, his body flipping mid-air, an inverted kick homing in on Iron Armor's chin like an unyielding hook.
As the kick was about to land, Phase Kill twisted his body in mid-air, using one hand to ground himself, dissipating the foot's force, and performing two consecutive backflips to distance himself from Iron Armor.
In Iron Armor's stunned expression, a trace of disappointnt appeared on Phase Kill's indifferent face.
Seeing Phase Kill abandon his offensive advantage, Iron Armor felt a surge of anger, perceiving it as contempt and provocation.
He roared, arms spreading wide like a frenzied giant beast, charging toward Phase Kill.
Phase Kill retreated lightly, avoiding Iron Armor's pounce.
Attack and defense switched.
Phase Kill's movents flowed seamlessly, as if he could predict Iron Armor's actions.
In the mont Iron Armor missed his mark, Phase Kill suddenly accelerated forward, delivering a knee strike directly to Iron Armor's abdon.
Thud!
Iron Armor grunted, his body bending slightly from the blow, a glint of moisture at the corner of his mouth.
While in pain, a glimr of fierceness flashed in Iron Armor's eyes.
As Phase Kill halted, Iron Armor endured the pain, raising a hand to grasp his shoulder, the imnse power making Phase Kill montarily unable to break free.
"Got you!"
Iron Armor sneered, his arms exerting force, attempting to slam Phase Kill to the ground.
But Phase Kill's body twisted like an eel, using Iron Armor's strength, his body drawing an arc in the air, and with a spinning kick aid at Iron Armor's temple.
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