Chapter 213 - Lock.

''Group C! Gather on the arena!'' Amy's voice rang in the stadium, and again, the stadium became dark, and the only light that came was from the area of Group C.

The young men and women instantly paled in that area, but one young man simply stood up and jumped towards the arena.

He had beautiful light green hair with attractive facial features. It was Lock!

''Damn, I really thought it would be our turn,'' Mathias said with disappointment.

Everyone in Group C gathered in the arena.

A countdown was seen on one of the largest screens of the arena.

[3...]

[2...]

[1...]

''FIGHT!'' Amy's shout rang in their ears.

The young men and women looked at each other. No one wanted to make the first move.

Everyone was holding weapons... Except for one person.

Lock was standing in the middle of the army without any care in the world.

Few fighters looked at him and thought that it was an easy target.

Finally, one young man gathered his courage. He lunged towards Lock and thrusted his sword forwards.

Lock glanced at him, ''So loud... I can hear you coming a mile away.''

When the sword was about to pierce through his body, he did a very unexpected move and put his hand in the way!

The young man who attacked Lock grinned viciously.

Easy kill!

When the tip of the sword touched Lock's palm, he did another unexpected move.

He grabbed the sword with his fingers!

Everyone thought that the sword would easily pierce through the palm and kill Lock, but...

The sword suddenly stopped!

''Eh?'' The young man tried to push his sword deeper, but it didn't even budge.

Lock was still effortlessly holding it.

*Crack*

He started grabbing the sword tighter, and this time the sword started cracking!

The cracking moved from the tip of the blade all the way to the hilt.

*BOOM*

The sword exploded, sending shrapnel all around the arena. Few blade parts hit the young man in the face and throat, killing him instantly.

While Lock easily dodged them all.

Few young men and women got injured from the broken blade pieces.

Lock looked at the broken blade parts in his palm. He looked towards the young man in the left who was crying in agony because a small broken blade part stabbed through his leg.

Now the broken blade is stuck inside his leg, no way to get it out.

Lock moved his arm in perfect movement. He threw the broken blade parts towards the crying young man.

*Stab*

*Stab*

The dozen broken blade parts stabbed through the young man's throat and forehead, killing him almost instantly.

He stayed alive for a few seconds, which was excruciating seconds.

''Hiyah!'' A loud young woman with a sword appeared in the air above Lck.

She swung the blade in hopes of cutting Lock's head off.

''So loud...'' Lock did a sidestep to the left and watched as the sword hit the ground in front of him.

The young woman paled, she tried to anxiously remove her sword from the ground, but it was buried deep.

''You should have let go of the weapon... You trust the weapon too much,'' Lock's calm voice echoed in her ears. She did as he told her.

But it was too late.

*Stab*

''PFFT!'' She spat mouthfuls of blood and looked at the muscular arm which pierced her body!

Lock tried to find her heart, and soon he found it.

He grabbed her heart and crushed it!

''Ahh...'' She screamed loudly until her voice became quiet, and she fell on Lock's embrace.

''Rest well...'' Lock patted her head and put her gently on the ground.

The young woman had still despair on her face, and her eyes were wide open.

Lock used his two fingers to close her eyes. He did a small praying gesture and said, ''I hope you will find your peace.''

After those words, he stood up and watched the carnage unfold.

The loud sound of blades clashing with each other and the cheering of spectators assaulted his senses.

''Why can't they kill each other quietly...'' Lock sighed and scratched his head.

The number of corpses was increasing. Only around 50 left, but each second another one dies.

[Silent Style - Swift Death]

Lock appeared behind two young men who were fighting with bloodshot eyes.

They were only concentrating on each other, with no idea that it was the biggest mistake they could make in Battle Royale.

Always keep your eyes open for other potential threats.

Lock grabbed the first young man from his nape and squeezed tight.

*Crack*

''UG—'' He fell lifelessly on the ground, his neck completely broken.

The second young man paled and started retreating.

''Retreating is no use... You are already dead.'' Lock's cold voice rang in his ears.

''Eh?'' The young man looked confused, but then... He felt his heartbeat slowing down until it stopped beating!

''Wha...'' His words got stuck in his throat, he fell down on his knees, and light left his eyes.

He died without even knowing how!

''Ignorance is a blessing...'' Lock murmured, suddenly he moved his hand towards his left and caught something.

It was a small dagger!

Lock looked towards the young man who threw the dagger at him.

The young man took another dagger from his pouch.

''Hmm.'' Lock hummed and threw the dagger towards the young man.

The dagger only became a blur, and soon it was seen on the young man's forehead!

The young man fell down on the ground, he died instantly!

Soon, 98 from Group C has died.

Only two remained.

They were Lock and a young man with a bloodied face, but it wasn't his blood.

''HAAA!'' The young man screamed and started swinging his sword. He looked extremely desperate to win this battle!

Only one kill, and he has survived.

Lock grimaced after hearing his shouts, ''Shut up...'' He dodged another sword strike, but then he used his leg to kick away the sword from the young man's hand!

''ARGHH!'' The young man screamed in agony as his hand broke.

Lock grabbed the sword and stabbed it through the young man's throat.

''UGH!'' The young man looked with despair as the sword crushed his windpipe. He choked on his own blood and soon died.

Lock let go of the blade and watched as the young man fell down on the ground lifelessly.

''Match over! Winner Lock Keysworn!''