The crowd was roaring like a wild beast, the fifty thousand spectators were on their feet, waving their arms in the air, shouting the names of the two fighters with all their might, the arena was vibrating with energy, the air was thick with excitement and tension, Raider descended the stairs slowly, his heart pounding in his chest, he looked at his brother Rambo who was lying on a stretcher, his face pale but his eyes wide open, the medics were treating his wounds, applying bandages and cold compresses, Raider waved at him and Rambo nodded weakly, he had confidence in his brother, he knew Raider would fight with everything he had, Raider entered the arena, the sunlight illuminated his face, he squinted against the brightness, he was determined, he had a promise to keep, a promise made to his mother and his brother, he could not fail.
Mito was already there, standing like a statue in the center of the arena, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his empty and cold gaze fixed on the horizon, he showed no emotion, no fear, no excitement, no nervousness, he was just there, calm and detached, as if he was waiting for something trivial, the Princess rose from her throne, her golden veil shimmering in the sunlight, she raised her hands and shouted with all her voice “THE FINAL DUEL OF THE TOURNAMENT OF THE SIXTH KINGDOM WILL NOW BEGIN!
RAIDER FROM KISOLO AGAINST MITO TOKYO!
THE WINNER WILL BECOME THE LEADER OF THE GUARDS, AND IF RAIDER WINS, HIS BROTHER RAMBO WILL BE ACCEPTED AS THE 6TH GUARD!”
“LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!”
The gong sounded, its deep echo vibrating through the entire arena, and Raider stepped forward, his fists clenched, his jaw tight, he looked his opponent straight in the eyes, he was not afraid, he was scared but he didn’t show it, he advanced slowly, measuring each step, then he raised his fist and struck with all his strength, Mito raised his arm and blocked the blow with his forearm, the impact echoed through the arena like thunder, Raider followed with a second punch, then a third, Mito blocked them all, each movement was fluid and effortless, both fighters were powerful, their blows made the air vibrate around them, the ground beneath their feet cracked under the pressure of their movements, Raider was faster, more agile, he struck Mito’s shoulder with a sharp blow, then his stomach with a powerful kick, Mito stepped back, his foot scraping the ground, Raider took the opportunity to follow with a kick to the chest, Mito fell to his knee, the crowd roared with joy, they thought Raider was going to win, they screamed and clapped, believing the fight was already over.
But Mito stood up slowly, he wiped the dust from his face with the back of his hand, he looked at Raider with the same empty and cold gaze, unblinking, unreadable, he showed no pain, no anger, no frustration, he just stood there, calm and composed, then he attacked, he moved like a blur, striking Raider three times in one second, a blow to the face, a blow to the stomach, a blow to the shoulder, the impacts were sharp and precise, Raider stepped back, surprised by his opponent’s incredible speed, he shook his head to clear his vision, Mito followed with a series of strikes, each one faster than the last, Raider dodged some, blocked others, but he felt that Mito was stronger than him, stronger and faster, his arms were starting to ache, his legs were growing heavy, after a few intense minutes, Mito completely dominated the fight, he struck Raider’s chin with a powerful uppercut, Raider fell to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him, blood was flowing from his lip, staining his shirt red, the crowd fell silent, watching the scene with bated breath.
Mito looked down at him, his gaze empty and cold, and said in a calm voice “Raider, you are strong, but not strong enough for me.”, Raider got up, spitting blood on the ground, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said “I know”, his voice was hoarse but firm, “but I have a promise to keep, I cannot lose.”, Mito tilted his head slightly, his empty gaze flickering with a hint of curiosity, “a promise?” he asked, his voice flat and emotionless, “yes” said Raider, his voice cracking with emotion, “I made it to my brother, to my mother, I promised them I would win, that I would bring money home, that I would get them out of poverty, my mother works from dawn to dusk, she sells cassava leaves and peppers with spices at the market, she never complains, she never asks for anything, she just wants us to be happy, I can’t let her down, I can’t let my brother down.”
Mito remained silent for a long moment, his cold gaze fixed on Raider, he looked at the desperation in his eyes, the determination in his stance, something moved in his eyes, a glimmer of understanding, of compassion, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, he showed nothing, he said nothing, he attacked, his hand ignited with blue fire, the flames dancing around his fingers like serpents, “Phoenix Fire” he murmured, his voice low and cold, he launched the flame toward Raider, the blue fire cutting through the air with a hissing sound, Raider dodged by rolling on the ground, the flame hit the wall behind him and made it explode, sending debris flying everywhere, Raider got up quickly, his heart racing, and shouted “you use magic?!”, Mito nodded calmly, his expression unchanged “yes.” Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Raider clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, “it doesn’t matter, I will win”, he attacked again, throwing punches with all his remaining strength, but Mito was faster, more powerful, he dodged and blocked effortlessly, he dominated the fight with ease, Raider took several blows, each one more painful than the last, he fell, got up, fell again, got up again, his vision was blurry, his body was screaming in pain, but he thought of his mother, of Rambo, of the promise he had made, he could not lose, he had to win, he told himself he had to use the technique their father had taught them, the technique that could turn the tide of any battle.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, he closed his eyes and concentrated, blocking out the noise of the crowd, the pain in his body, the fear in his heart, he remembered his father’s voice, calm and steady, “fighting is not just about strength, it’s about technique and precision, speed and timing, use your mind, not just your fists.”, he opened his eyes and got into position, his body low, his fists ready, Mito watched him closely, he saw that something had changed in Raider, the young man was calmer, more focused, his breathing was steady, his eyes were sharp, Raider advanced slowly, his steps deliberate and measured, then he attacked, “three times round!” he shouted, his technique consisted of three quick and precise strikes, followed by a devastating blow, he struck Mito once, twice, three times, each hit landing with precision, then he followed with ten blows in four seconds, it was such a fast rhythm that Mito didn’t have time to block them, ten blows, ten impacts, ten flashes of pain for Mito.
Mito vomited blood, the red liquid spilling from his lips and staining the ground, he fell to his knees, his body trembling, his hands shaking, the crowd roared with joy, they thought Raider had won, they screamed and cheered, celebrating their new champion, Mito remained on his knees for a few seconds, his head bowed, his breathing heavy, Raider looked at him, he had done his best, he had given everything he had, “it’s over” said Raider, his voice tired but proud, “you lost.”
But Mito stood up, slowly, painfully, he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked at Raider with the same empty and cold gaze, but there was something new in his eyes, a flicker of determination, of resolve, he raised his hand and a flame bigger, more powerful than the previous one, appeared around his fist, the flame was so hot that the air around it vibrated, distorting the space around him, “you are resilient, Raider” Mito said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of respect, “I admit you surprised me.”
He attacked, once, twice, three times, each blow was stronger than the previous one, the force of his punches sent shockwaves through the air, Raider tried to block, but Mito was too fast, too powerful, his attacks were relentless, unstoppable, after a few seconds, Raider fell to the ground, his body broken and battered, he tried to get up but his body no longer responded, his legs were trembling, his arms were numb, he looked up at Mito, his opponent stood above him, the flames had disappeared, his face was calm and composed, Mito extended his hand to Raider, his gesture unexpected and gentle, “you fought well” Mito said, his voice low and sincere, “you kept your promise to the end, that’s what makes a true warrior, not victory, but the will to fight for what you believe in.”
Raider took Mito’s hand and stood up, his body aching, his spirit heavy, “thank you” he said, his voice filled with gratitude and sadness, he was tired, he was in pain, he had lost, but he was proud, proud to have fought for his family, proud to have given everything he had.
The referee climbed onto the platform, his voice booming through the arena “THE WINNER OF THE FINAL DUEL IS MITO TOKYO!”, the crowd applauded and roared with joy, celebrating their new champion. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Mito turned to the Princess, his gaze calm and steady, she looked at him with admiration and respect, “Mito Tokyo, you are the leader of the guards of the Sixth Kingdom” she said, her voice carrying the weight of her authority, Mito nodded, he showed no emotion, no satisfaction, no pride, the Princess then turned to Raider, her expression softening, “Raider from Kisolo, you fought well, you showed exceptional courage and determination, you will be the second-in-command of the guards, and in recognition of your bravery, your brother Rambo will be accepted as the 6th guard.”
Raider bowed deeply, his voice filled with relief and gratitude, “thank you, Your Highness” he said, his promise was finally kept, his brother was safe, his family would be proud.
End of chapter 8
“Raider lost against Mito, but he earned everyone’s respect and his place as second-in-command of the guards, Rambo is accepted as the 6th guard, but what will happen now that the six guards are united?
And what is this mysterious past that Mito hides behind his empty eyes?
The answer in the next chapter!”
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