“Let’s see what you’re made of, kid.” A burly man wielding a broadsword was the first to jump into the ring. His sword, which weighed well over 200 pounds, looked as light as a feather because of his muscular physique.
“Who are you? Do you have a death wish?” The man in green pointed his spear toward the burly man. A look of disdain on his face.
“I’m Toby Hunt, leader of Hollowblades!” In a smooth motion, the man slammed the tip of his blade into the ground, a murderous aura enveloping him, “Oh, it’s Sir Hunt. No wonder he seemed familiar.”
“Hollowblades is quite a famous guild, and Sir Hunt is known for his sword skills. I’ve heard that he’s so strong he can even cut boulders apart!”
“With Sir Hunt around, that guy’s dead meat!”
“Sir Hunt, please teach that arrogant bastard a lesson and protect Balerno martial artists‘ reputation!”
Everyone showed their support for Toby.
“Hollowblades? What’s that? I’ve never even heard of that name.” The man in green sneered, unfazed by his opponent.
“Cocky brat! I’ll make you realize that there’s always someone stronger than you!” Toby bellowed, and grabbed his sword.
The tip of his blade gouged a path along the platform’s surface as he charged toward the man in green, sparks flying from the point of contact.
“Here I come!” Toby lifted his sword and brought it down heavily, causing a whistling noise as the blade cut through the air. The force he exerted was enough to take down an elephant, much less a human.
“Fool!” Instead of sidestepping, the man in green grabbed his spear and thrust it forward. There was a loud clang as the two weapons collided with each other. Then Toby’s sword flew out of his hands, and he staggered backward from the impact.
Before Toby could process what was going on, the man in green delivered his second blow by jabbing his spear into Toby’s shoulder, and then he flicked Toby off the platform. This meant that with merely two strikes, the man in green managed to subdue Toby Hunt, the leader of Hollowblades.
“Holy shit! Even Sir Hunt is no match for him. He’s a beast!”
Everyone was aghast by what they just witnessed. Toby was a famous martial artist in the martial world; he was especially skilled with his sword, so no one expected him to lose to a young man. “Pathetic!” The man in green humphed. “Are all Balerno martial artists so weak?”
“Arrogant bastard! I’ll teach you a lesson!” Just then, a man in his twilight years jumped into the ring. His movements were swift as he lunged toward the man in green with a pair of twin swords.
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“Bang!” Three seconds later, the old man was also sent flying off the platform, blood splattering everywhere.
The crowd fell into stunned silence once more. Weren’t his opponents losing way too quickly?
“Get out of my way! I’ll fight him!”
“And me!”
“Fuck this shit. I’m in too!”
More people clambered to challenge the man in green, either out of anger or to defend their reputations as martial artists.
Still, no matter how many people tried attacking, none of them were a match for the man in green. In fact, most of them were easily swiped off the platform as soon as they got on. It was completely a one–sided battle.
After a while, everyone fell silent as shock and somberness replaced the arrogant shouts earlier.
