Novel & Cerita The Nightmare Fighting Tournament

Clotilde replied with a smile, then turned to leave the arena. Shortly after, she made an announcement. “From now onward, only one arena will remain open. Forty-nine has chosen to take on three opponents in his next battle. The Yefteros will send one challenger, so there are two more open slots. Anyone interested should sign up for it as soon as possible. The next battle will take place in ten thousand years.” It was rare to have powerhouses who were two cultivation ranks apart fight each other. Such battles always became huge sensations in the Dark World.

Those fights were only to determine the ranking between them and the places for the final stage. Many stalls and points of magical transportation were established around the main malls. Some of the participants, and it must be said that the least of them were from foreign countries and different races than dragons. "We are going to be late," Emma was nervous pacing around the study of Liam, he has been working leisurely on some papers before heading to the tournament. "Liam, please, I need to go." "We will go on time," he said while sipping a bit of his tea. "Don't worry, my dear, they won't dare start without me."

Despite the Sea Angels Alliance not lacking high-grade warriors, the gladiator tournament for high-grade warriors was extremely popular. At this age, practically everyone loved watching exciting gladiatorial combat. Kalen’s team left in the morning, as their first virtual fight was scheduled today to start at 10am. The alliance built a huge arena uniquely for this tournament. The Neo-Rome Captain drove quietly to the arena as Derek did his work for the first time as team captain, giving them a few words of advice and motivation.

“Two days of fighting without morphing into our wolves and while we can shift in the remaining two days. Then the winner will be crowned the blood king or queen.” “It’s starting tonight at 9pm,” Eric added. I took a deep breath, trying to process the whole information. For some reasons, I wanted to do well in the tournament. Maybe because I’ll finally feel worthy. Not useless and weak like everyone thought. Images of how Vivian had trashed me easily flashed in my head, a painful memory.

Anita just looked at him and did not say anything. "You better prepare yourself as well beta,"Shane warned him as well. Shane knew how I fight more or less I guess. If she was able to see all my fights in neutral territory, I guess she already knew that none of my opponents left the ring walking or alive. "Why?" Dom asked her. Shane looked at him and said, "I wanted to warn you as well, Dominic. Luna is the undefeated champion of the tournament that was always held at the neutral territory. Almost all species that can fight join that tournament. And everyone she had a fight with never left the tournament alive." Shane explained to her mate.

“But I’m not on the schedule this morning. Why the hell do I have to get up?” A chuckle escaped me. She was definitely cute. Stubborn, hard-headed, and a complete menace, but still cute. The tournament fights started at eight. Normally her next match would have already been generated the night before. Except it hadn’t. That little detail had all of us concerned because nothing about this tournament felt normal anymore. Not after the sabotage. Not after the attempted poisoning. Not after everything that had happened yesterday.

MY HEAD WAS IN pain because it felt like someone was pulling my mind tighter and tighter, and if they didn't let go soon, it was going to snap. I couldn't do anything about it either since I was still under the nightmare Master’s control, performing for these rich socialites or should I say sadistic assholes. Well, I'm not performing that is the job for the freaks that the night remaster sends me. What Doc doesn't realize is that his ability works, and where most of them are freaks, the nightmare master can't stand the sight of, since they are useless. So he sends them here to perform for these assholes.

I watched her until she was out of sight. I was stunned. What was that about? ** The Hencher was like another world. I had been there yesterday and hadn’t even heard wind of the planning process of one of the biggest events in the Reigns, and suddenly now, I was hearing of a fighting tournament at a fighting pit. It was scheduled to start today and preparations to make that happen were being done, but I wasn’t going to attend. I wasn’t planning to. I had better things to do than to sit in a crowd and cheer while men killed one another.

I announce. Unease settles over the room as Silas takes the papers from me and reads them over in depth as he leans against my desk, while the fax continues to print more case files. The Tournament is a yearly battle royal, where assassins from around the world are recruited against their will to compete in an arena spectacular of murder and mayhem. Last man standing wins. The prize? You get to live. We’ve come to accept this barbaric tradition in our criminal underworld, though I will never understand why. We don’t get a say, we’re just thrust into a deadly sport against our will and forced to kill or be killed. Some fought it in the beginning, but none were ever seen again. While I’ve neve

“It’s him? Why did he do it?” “The underworld tournament of the Southern California Business Association will be held soon. This time, it's a bit different than the previous years, and there is a quota of only one placement from each region. Frank wanted to take that place, so he fought against our Thousand Miles Conglomerate… We initially had already won, but then a Japanese came out suddenly with very fierce moves. We had already conceded, but he still severely injured Waltz, and even destroyed her energy core.” Killing intent leaked out from Alex’s eyes.