A tall girl elegantly walked into the battlefield, her black long hair flowed gracefully behind her.
All the girls cheered her as she walked past the wall of weapons that had appeared.
If Malcon was to rank, he was certain Megan was in the top five strongest, but her entering the battlefield empty handed was a little bit too much.
The second person to enter into the battlefield was Luke, a boy with messy brown hair, and a well curved oval face. His body slightly trembled as he walked into the arena holding a spare.
Ecard on the other hand looked like he was trying hard to hold himself from laughing.
"Looks like I made a bad pick," the king said, smiling.
"I suppose" Denrik added, his cold eye still fixed at the battle.
"Fight," Ecard shouted, vanishing.
Luke clenched tight to his spare, getting ready for the worst.
Suddenly it looked like though he had been petrified, his eyes wide open.
'what is this?' Luke asked himself.
The moment his eyes interlocked with Megan glowing deep sea blue eyes, he felt a sudden cold air sweep past him.
Still staring at the underworldly blue eyes.
"I yield" he had himself say aloud.
Megan slowly turned her back and left. Luke blinked his eyes continuously, his brain orienting itself to what just transpired.
"and we have a winner," Ecard announced.
For a while everyone was quiet. All Malcon saw was luck yelding without a fight, which surprised him greatly.
"Wooooo!"
The girls cheered as Megan walked out of the arena. Malcon was sure none of the girls understood what had happened.
"mind control" the king said smiling, "very impressive" he added.
"Indeed, your grace," Denrik commented.
"But I would have preferred a physical combat, don't you think?"
"In my opinion, I believe the match would have still ended in favour of the young lady" Denrik confessed, " the young man was obviously shivering on entering the battlefield, plus the gap in power level. The girl was already a veteran while the boy was still a specialist" he added.
"True, true," the king said, picking up another paper.
"candidate number twenty, and candidate number eleven" the king called out.
"you've got this," Malcon said, turning his head to Bane, who looked a little bit nervous.
"thanks" he said standing up.
"and make sure you carry a weapon" Malcon shouted, causing Bane to smile.
Bane walked into the battlefield with a sword he had selected.
His opponent was Silas Graves, a boy with green messy hair and an emerald green eye, he had a muscular shaped face, and a scare ran across His left eye down to his jaw making him look a little bit fierce. He walked into the battlefield holding a black gun.
"Fight," Ecard shouted, vanishing.
Silas quickly pulled out his gun pointing it at Bane, who stood still looking at him.
A loud bang echoed throughout the arena as Sila's hand slightly went back.
Bane slightly moved his head, his eyes still fixed on silas, as a tiny silver bullet narrowly went past his face.
The next thing Malcon saw was a tiny bolt of lightning and Bane stood in front of Silas, his sword moving towards Silas's neck.
Silas quickly took a few steps back allowing the sword to cut mid air.
Malcon was surprised Silas was able to keep up Bane's speed, but what surprised him the most was when he saw Silas smile.
"Let's play, shall we?" he asked with a devilish smile on his face, his green eyes glowing.
"Let's do just that," Bane said coldly, pointing his sword at Silas.
A series of gunshots rang out, most of them hitting the sand as Bane skillfully evaded each one.
Malcon's mouth dropped open. He had never seen such speed, not even from Adrian.
Both of them were fast, and although Bane dodged the bullets, the relentless Silas kept firing. His shots barely grazed Bane, who was already on the move.
Running out of ammunition, Silas quickly reloaded, and in less than a second, he resumed shooting.
Malcon's eyes swept across the entire battlefield, struggling to keep up with Bane and the silver bullets that chased after him.
Suddenly, a streak of lightning shot up into the sky. Looking up, Malcon saw Bane suspended in midair.
Silas's gun jerked upward, but something made him pause.
A blade.
It came hurtling toward him like a death sentence.
He barely twisted out of the way in time, feeling the rush of displaced air as the sword struck the ground beside him with a thunderous clang.
Returning his gaze back at Bane. His eyes widened in surprise"where…where did he go"
Moving his eyes slightly, he caught sight of Bane standing right next to him.
Silas attempted to step back, but before he could, Bane's fist crashed into his chest, accompanied by a breathtaking shockwave that sent him flying.
Still airborne, he shot after Silas, his presence like a closing storm.
Silas, unwilling to focus on anything but Bane, aimed his gun once more and opened fire, causing Bane to slow down and change direction. Seeing how distracted Bane was, Silas quickly pulled out his dagger and slammed it into the ground breaking his fall.
Looking up, he saw Bane suspended in midair, his glowing sea-blue eyes staring down at him like Zeus himself.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Silas cursed as he resumed firing.
From Malcon's perspective, it seemed like Silas could no longer keep up. All he saw was a small lightning bolt darting across the battlefield and Silas struggling to shoot at Bane.
Silas quickly rolled out of the way as another lightning bolt streaked toward him. A massive shockwave rippled through the arena as Bane landed on the ground.
Unphased and maintaining a calm expression, Silas attempted to resume firing. But in the blink of an eye, Bane was suddenly in front of him. With a swift motion, Bane knocked the gun from Silas's hand while simultaneously delivering a powerful kick to his chest, sending him crashing through the sand, with an impact that rattled the ground.
"How many people are at the veteran rank?" the king asked.
"three my Lord. Megan, Bane and Silas" the captain listed.
"plus our dear Damian, who just heard a break through" the king reminded.
"Of Course" my Lord.
From the swirling dust, a shadow emerged. Silas, rising to his feet.
Bane's gaze pierced through the haze, locking onto Silas. But something was different. Silas's eyes that were once a sharp green, were now flaming red.
Bane quickly took a defence stance, his right leg brought forward, as he clenched tightly to his sword.
The dust suddenly cleared as a red bullet bolted out moving towards Bane like a death sentence.
Bane's eyes widened in surprise on Seeing how fast the bullet propelled towards him. Trying to keep up with the speed, Bane quickly moved his head, allowing the bullet to graze his cheek.
"surprised," Silas asked with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Let's end this," Bane said, slowly cleaning the blood off his face.
"gladly" silas added, his eyes glowing even brighter.
"You're beneath me," Silas shouted, resuming fire.
But for a second Bane stood still with his eyes closed, his body slowly engulfed in sparks of lightning.
In a heartbeat, Bane stood in front of Silas, his sword narrowing towards his neck. Still wearing the devil's smile on his face, Silas pulled out his dagger defending himself.
A massive shock wave was sent through the arena as their sword collided. The force was to much that both silas and bane were sent flying.
"You're beneath me," Silas shouted again, his eyes glowing brighter.
He quickly resumed fire, his bullet faster than they were. Bane hardly evaded all of them as he used his sword to defend himself.
Malcon's eyes drifted through the arena, trying to keep up with bane speed, and Silas' bullet.
Silas smile quickly faded off his face, replaced with an annoyed expression.
"his out of ammunition" Malcon said to himself.
Silas quickly reloaded his gun as fast as he could, every move with Precision and speed. Raising his head up he attempted to resume fire, but his eyes widened in surprise as his gun split two.
"Don't move"
He had bane command as he felt his skin in contact with Bane's sword.
"I yield," Silas finally said.
"You're beneath me," Bane said, his voice as cold as ice.
"And we have a winner," Eckhard shouted, raising Bane's hand. And the whole arena erupted with cheers.
"These children's skills are quite admirable," the king commented.
"I myself am surprised by the level of skill they display, your Grace" Denrik added.
"The boy with a gun is particularly skillful, and I couldn't fully comprehend his magic."
"How so?" Denrik asked.
"It seemed as though when his eyes turned red, he somehow enchanted his bullet making it faster," the king said, with his hand on his jaw, still analysing the battle.
BANG!
A thunderous gunshot echoed across the battlefield.
Bane's eyes widened in shock as a crimson bullet hurtled toward him. He noticed it too late, there was barely any time to react, let alone dodge the bullet.
Eckhard lunged forward, reaching out with his bare hand in a desperate attempt to snatch the bullet from midair before it struck Bane's face.
"Shadow Void!"
To Eckhard's astonishment, a swirling vortex of darkness appeared, swallowing the bullet like a black hole.