[The blood is shed]

Although they had come quite close, there was still a considerable distance between the two. The battleground of the Colosseum was quite large; capable of hosting fights of hissing power, between life and death.

Although the Celestial Thief kept a smile on his face, it was merely to mask his inner distrust. He knew his opponent's record: Dismemberments, piercings, crushings, and decapitations; It was a violent, relentless, and cold-blooded game... And this was a battle of life and death!

On the other hand, the toned and blond individual maintained an expression of zero emotion. Although his fighting style was defined as barbaric, he was not an ignorant idiot; He understood that with his defined crude ability, it was going to be difficult to deal with someone who hailed from the High Continent; Characterized by his mysterious and secret magical abilities.

Finally, his blood began to stir. He had begun to employ a breathing technique, to set it in motion; thus attuning himself to a warrior spirit in accordance to the upcoming battle.

At the same time, the Heavenly Thief, whose name was Gueyi, began to perform some simple stretches and acrobatics typical of a clown.

As the fighters prepared for a life-and-death battle, the crowd was clamoring for the next event. This excitement was quickly transported to his pockets, which were quickly emptied as if by the Heavenly Thief. The original contents of his pockets were now scattered around the coliseum field: coins and occasionally strange minerals.

At this reaction from the audience, the presenter quickly took matters into his own hands.

"Who will survive, who will die; who will reek of liquor, who will accept the cold lover's embrace".

At this exclamation, something seemed to react and a loud noise carried through the battle area, all the way to the highest bleachers.

At this reminder, Gueyi immediately distanced himself from his opponent. His skills were not focused on a head-on battle.

Darbbon, the King of Warriors, did not immediately retaliate. Having studied his opponent, he had learned about his skills and temperament; he understood that he should take the reins of the fight in its initial period.

So, without haste, he summoned into the air a magic seal with intricate symbols, from which an item emerged. This was a support item, designed to hold only one thing, in this case: a broadsword, of average length.

Gueyi upon observing this, quickly set to work. Out of nowhere, he materialized a completely black cloak over his simple attire, as well as began to carry two daggers, made of a rare material: enchanted silver. Which, inherently, was imbued with chilling energy.

But that was not the end of his actions: From his figure came a shrill laugh, denoting madness. When this sound had traveled a considerable distance, the magical barrier made of a matrix, to protect the audience, was activated. This proved that it was, in fact, Gueyi's ability.

But when the noise approached Dorbban, it seemed to have no effect. He remained unperturbed.

Finally, with the decision to take action, he approached with moderate steps, dragging his broadsword. This, he committed, held the public's breath.

But quickly with prodigious footwork, he appeared in front of Gueyi. The battle had begun... With a horizontal blow from Dorbban, which scraped the air, cutting off the breath of many.

But in the face of this seemingly difficult-to-resist blow, Gueyi demonstrated superior footwork and body control, quickly dodging it. Retreating a few feet away.

Undisguised anger appeared on Dorbban's face, who lashed out in fury. Pointing out once again, that he was owned by a crude system.

Unparalleled blows began to rain down on Gueyi, who avoided them masterfully, with his quick feet, a product of his profession.

His intention was obvious to many connoisseurs in the stands: to wear down the vigorous Dorbban. They had already formed a prejudice, which was a lousy choice of weapon on their part, against a practical and skilled Thief, who enjoyed the wind as much as the earth.

But against their expectations, Dorbban went on with his inefficient demonstration, being stubborn. From one moment to the next, Gueyi no longer received the blows passively but responded reciprocally. He no longer just moved like a snake but wanted to deepen his venomous fangs on his opponent's flesh.

Incredibly, it achieved a small accomplishment in its task. In addition to dodging his opponent's reckless offensive, he occasionally managed to connect his daggers against his skin, causing minor cuts.

But this did not make a change in the tactics of his opponent, who had made only minor cuts, despite his tireless and uncontrollable offensive. This took its toll, as it caused an accumulation of fatigue and small wounds infected by corrosive icy energy. Thus, from one moment to the next, Dorbban retreated resolutely to the rear.

His breathing was tense, which had interrupted his internal energy flow, aggravating his condition. In this scene, Gueyi redoubled his excitement. Thus, with an excited look, he impeccably headed in the direction of the ailing Dorbban.

But contrary to his and everyone's expectations, Dorbban performed an unthinkable action. With a firm grip on his broadsword, he hurled it horizontally, as if it were a spear in the direction of the quick and unsuspecting Gueyi.

Exercising all his skill, experience, and talent, he managed to bend his body in impossible ways, and miraculously, he managed to avoid the enemy's attack, sacrificing his shoulder.

Before the impact, which strangely was not so heavy, he fell limply on the field, impacting severely against it. But under the circumstances, he forced his mind to scheme, to escape from his dangerous situation.

But a wild and growing energy, swirled over his chest, sinking it. This movement attracted another effect: He was lifted to a considerable distance, where he extended a magical ability similar to the weaving of threads while vomiting blood.

Darbbon stopped his onslaught, observing this strange ability of unknown effect. He missed wielding his light broadsword; in fact, it was a random sword he had wielded especially for this battle. Although it was a broadsword, it differed from all others by one particular characteristic: its weight.

Studying and analyzing his opponent's information, he had already foreseen possible actions, so he had planned.

Gueyi was lying limply on the ground, vigorously trying to recover, but coughing up blood constantly. While he had to include a constant supply of energy, he was in an aggravating situation.

"O fallen heroic spirits, I invited you to the earthly plane for an evening with the indifferent battle. Heed it, by the eternal flame of struggle." Darbbon uttered it a total of three times, with extreme seriousness. Intoning a spell of high level.

Thus, seven illusory figures emerged from the earth, building themselves into a humanoid body; who were quickly coated with Darbbon's golden energy.

The seven figures rushed recklessly into the area where Gueyi's threads had encircled, recklessly, fearlessly.

Faced with the turn of events, Gueyi had to make a quick decision, summoning seven doppelganger figures of his own.

Thus, in a bizarre sequence in modified space, the figures met, fought but quickly distanced themselves. It was an illusion of distorted space, intended to confuse the consciousnesses of those who would enter. But the seven spirits summoned were devoid of is, with only a fervent desire to fight.

This put Gueyi, who was sweating due to desperation, in addition to the pain, in a tight spot. But he watched as Darbbon thrust his real sword into the ground, spreading its vigorous golden energy all over the field and underground.

Gueyi knew this skill, being a critical as well as open field; but as splendid as it was, it also held a fatal weakness: The user could not move for a prolonged time, while it was executed.

Faced with this small feeling of hope, Gueyi moved desperately in Dorbban's direction. In an instant he positioned himself above him, extending his daggers and hidden weapons, causing serious damage to Dorbban.

But before he could celebrate, he was in the air again, with a taste of iron in his mouth.

And to end his hopes, seven bumps had appeared on his skin, due to seven perforations.

"Seven nails of God." Dorbban who had extended his energy to confuse his opponent, and in fact, had executed one of his secret skills, mentioned in a breath.

But that was not the end, because it was an ability to seal the target. More was in a powerless state; after a flawless exchange, with magical demonstrations, his magical energy had practically dried up.

But as in his previous demonstration, he summoned a crown through a magical seal. This was one of his distinguishing characteristics on the Northern Continent, and why he was called 'King'.

In foreign lands, he had never shown it. But today was a different day, one in which he was summoned to a mandatory fight to the death.

Grasping the crown in his hands, he threw it behind him, without any deprecation or pity. But a magical phenomenon happened: The original crown, with a vortex of energy, became a mini-sun full of vitality. It arrogantly occupied space and spat out flames as a lord.

The energy contained in the sun was quickly drawn to Dorbban, who absorbed it in desperation. Finally, with the energy gathered, he raised his arm to pronounce a final sentence.

"The spear of the lord."

Gueyi's blood coursed through the field...