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My shoulder burned where Asher’s fangs had torn into me, but I didn’t let it show. Darius finally took a step forward, his entire frame of over six feet shaking with fury. “You wanted so badly to claim this title, that you scum snatched my son from me! But Skinwalker or not, you’ll have to defeat me first to get out of this Arena! Do you hear me!!” The drumbeats started up again, and Darius' hands curled him, nails giving way to claws. “You want to fight? Then we'll fight. But remember, killing me won't bring your son back.”

The battle for Selene had begun. A vicious, swirling fight ensued. Only the snapping of jaws, growling and yelping could be heard as the entire town stood dumbly to watch this death match. I couldn’t look at Selene, if I saw the state of her in her dress, my heart would have broken and I’d have been quickly injured. Instead I drove on, chasing Julien down grabbing his hind leg in my teeth and dragging to the floor. Jumping on him I went for his neck.

"My wonderful brain is currently not functioning well to think about anything creative, so let's go with hand-to-hand combat. You know the drill." I nodded as I walked to the center of the mat and waited for Darius. I watched him as he pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, watching his muscles move with the action. I looked away once he started walking towards me, not wanting to be caught staring like an idiot. Darius got to the mat and grinned at me as he rolled his shoulders. "I'll go easy on you today." "Oh shut your mouth." We circled each other, both poised to strike. I lunged first, my fists flying. Darius countered effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise.

“Why don’t you guys get a room?” Asia said, sneering at Abigail and Corey who had been flirting with each other ever since we sat here. “We love an audience, don’t we baby?” Abigail replied before giving Corey a quick kiss on his cheek and he nodded absentmindedly, his attention being on Abigail’s fingers which were running through his hair. “Who would want to go through such excruciating experience, ” Dia mumbled with disgust on her face as she settled down beside me. “I wouldn’t even wish that on my worst enemy”

The beast was rising. My men drew their swords. Dana was at the forefront, her blade already bloodied. Kylan stood beside her, his face hard, his usual humor gone. The fight began. Lucian met Darius's blade with his own. The impact sent shockwaves through the hall. Darius was stronger than before—much stronger. His grey skin was like iron, his claws like steel. He moved faster than any man had a right to. "Impressive," Darius said, his red eyes gleaming. "You are stronger than I expected."

Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side He points it at Akira and at the same time Akira asks Azrael for help as he cries in fear. "A-azrael help me I don't want to die please" "Don't worry because I won't let anything happen to you" Azrael replied “Don't touch him, Jonathan, I am your opponent, not him. He doesn't know anything about it! ” Azrael shouted and stood up as he struggled. Jonathan's men immediately stepped on Azrael and knocked him down. It started to strangle Azrael as well as it did to seraphine. Gradually, the two lost their breath when the window suddenly shattered at the same time as the man who was strangling Azrael fell.

Long Chen summoned his spear, holding it in his hand as he also advanced to attack Tu Ziu. CLANG... The sword qi and spear collided, Tu Ziu swung his sword at Long Chen's waist and Long Chen blocked it with his spear handle. Not standing still, Long Chen parried Tu Ziu's sword qi attack and counterattacked with his golden spear. The battle between the two was fairly even because they were both in less than prime condition. Tu Ziu, who had just obtained the Dragon Emperor's body, had not yet mastered all of the Dragon Emperor's powers, and Long Chen, who was exhausted and relying solely on the power of the Blue Firebird, was not as strong as before.

The announcer says when the laughter has subsided. Darius steps out of the cage opposite me, and the crowd roars loudly at his appearance. With a buzz cut and a scar slashing across his cheek, he's a towering figure, one who commands fear by presence alone. I remember him now. The Lycan. He’s the same man I watched before my first match, the one who tore a gnome in half in under twenty minutes. “And fighting against Darius the death bell is none other than the first slave of King Sven of Māui, Olivia the Fae,” The announcer voices, and again I'm not surprised when the crowds don't cheer for me.

When he reached her, the fight turned wild. It was a dance of apex predators. Elena swung a blade of pure shadow energy, aiming for his throat. Darius ducked beneath it, his fist catching her in the ribs with a crack that echoed through the clearing. She gasped, staggering back, but she countered by erupting into a cloud of black mist. She reappeared behind him, her fingers curved into claws, reaching for the mark I’d left on his neck. "Mine!" she shrieked. Darius spun, his elbow connecting with her jaw before she could land a scratch. He didn't stop. He grabbed her by the collar of her cloth and slammed her into the mud, his eyes glowing with an intensity that seemed to drain the red from t

Bad men didn’t waste their time with flowers. At minute 20, Osirus made his first appearance, smirking at me as he brought a fox to lie at my feet, making me swallow hard as he held my gaze for a moment before dashing off into the trees, only to come back seconds later with a lifeless snake gripped in his hands. He tossed it at my feet, dashed back into the trees, and sprinted back moments later. I cursed silently as his pile rapidly grew until it was almost as tall as I was, and was toppling over. I swallowed hard as we counted everyone’s kills, getting more nervous the closer we got to 172. My heart sank when he hit 172, realizing there was only one more kill left in his pile to be counted