Sword and Fist Clashed.
Sparks and Blood Flew.
Flesh and Metal Met.
Time passed as both person stood at a standstill showing their backs to the people as they froze.
All of the stage was silent at the moment. Nobody made a speck of a sound, even the one that wanted to sneeze out, couldn't do it as his sister choked him off.
As the crowd looked at the frozen statues of the fighters, blood spilled.
All eyes went to one person as the man fell on his knees. But he had one thing to say before he could fall.
"Shoul- Should have known that a- a prodigy like you will be hard to finis-"
The man fell.
The crowd cheered.
Pan wiped the blood clean off his swords as he ignored the mind crushing, ear piercing cheers that was calling out to him. Then he looked back at the guy who had so brazenly fought him and even though he had some difficulty... the results were always the same.
He won.
He always did.
He always will.
To the end.
But something prompted inside him to walk to the defeated guy and kneel beside him. He looked at the guy and noticed he were close but he was still conscious... somewhat.
"You know you were quite foolish with the way you fought."
"Jumping straight into the fight like that. If it was a real fight, then I had multiple chances to finish you off." He spoke but the guy didn't answer.
"Add to the fact that your fighting techniques were a bit bizarre and that you were spending too much mana over such spells that would bleed you out quickly."
True she didn't know the full details but with the limited knowledge she had of him, it spoke off many reasons why Hou was so angry.
"No, his going to be fine after this... more than fine."
Both William and Naomi understood the subtle words of Delmar.
This was a tournament, where people showed off their fighting skills among many others and fought for the first place. But it didn't just had the function for entertaining its crowd. It had a hidden meaning of showing the capabilities of the fighters to people who were looking for potential candidates.
It could be many thing
Bodyguard, Security Personal, Kingdom Secrecy Matters or even underground fighting, but it was still work. So people like Hou Long who had undistinguished past and other types too advertises themselves in such fighting arenas and waits for a buyer or multiple to approach them with fine offers.
Not are so lucky though.
William too had an interest in the fight and wanted to offer a job to Hou Long but... until he has Keith as his security guy, he wasn't willing to give a crazy and angry headed guy a job.
He also had a lot of interest in Pan Huiling too, but it seemed the guy is loyal to his sect so William didn't speak about him anymore.
The fights continued on until it became dusk and everyone had to go back home and come back the next week for the fights continuation. Most fighters needed rest and rehabilitation before they could continue their fight.
So for William it was back to the office again as he slaved himself for a week before coming back to the arena, but this time instead of Delmar it was Adam who had taken his place.
Apparently, Tournaments where people weren't allowed to kill other people and cut off their heads to show their 'Gladiator' spirit, was not the cup of tea for him.
So William let him stay at the office and keep peeking at the women secretly through the cameras as he took Adam instead. The guy was quieter than Delmar and had good insights on the fights as well.
He would occasionally tell when a fighter made a wrong move and what would have been good instead. But mostly he talked about the wrong moves that would get the fighters killed.
A typical assassin.
The fights continued and some were as intense as the Pan vs Hou one and some were much more bloody bordering disqualification. Like Two Giants fighting each other and breaking the stage, Two mana users using spells that almost put the crowd in jeopardy, a women showing off more than enough skill for a tournament that had 8 year old children in it and a few more.
But for William, the fight that was about to finish was much more attractive than all those.
On the stage, one guy was on the floor breathing heavily as the other guy sat on the floor and asked him, "Now... do you give up?"
The other guy was rasping for breath and slowly he nodded as the announcer bellowed, "WE HAVE OUR WINNER... Charles Deloun."
"Now he will be proceeding to the final fight with none other than Pan Huiling."