Nameless King

Both fighters had already entered the arena and the bout was about to begin, so it was time for the audience to place their bets.

“Wow, I knew I was going to see huge numbers tonight, but this is something unbelievable!” Vincenz exclaimed as he waved his hand.

As a watcher of the Colosseum, he had special powers, one of which he was now using.

A table appeared above the arena with various names, opposite them, numbered, and the higher the position was the greater the number.

“Hmm? Did he decide to reveal what the stakes were?” Wain uttered with a confused look, “Won’t that cause problems?”

“Huh, maybe in a normal fight it would, but when two Top-10s fight, everyone is ready for it, on the contrary, many will compete to be as high up in the table as possible.” Osvald grinned as he looked up.

Some of the names were replaced by ???, since, besides Wain, there were many other people that hid their identities.

“Damn, people have gotten a lot richer in the last few hundred years… Though it’s no surprise, there are a lot more Fourth Chronicle ones living now than before…” Marlis muttered with a thoughtful look as she glanced at the top of the table.

Someone bet on Zandar’s 70 million Void Souls win, it was only one person, so the total amount had long been over one billion, roughly the same was on Odvar’s side.

Ding!

Suddenly a new name appeared at the top of the table as someone bet on Odvar’s 100 million Void Souls.

“Well, well, looks like there’s more interest in this fight than I expected!” Vincenz exclaimed with an exciting look.

“You won’t be placing any bets?” Wain asked as he turned to Sven.

“No…” Sven shook his head, “I’m not sure which one will win, so I don’t want to risk it. However, I’ll bet a very large sum on you since you’re bound to win.”

“Agreed.” Osvald with Marlis nodded.

After a while, the bets ended, and next to each stone slab appeared numbers that showed what the bets were and the chances of winning.

On Zandar they bet a total of 2.5 billion Void Souls as his chances of winning according to the audience were 60%. On Odvar they bet 1.7 billion while his chances were 40%.

“Hmm? 60/40? I thought everyone would be convinced that Zandar’s going to win, he’s in the Top 3.” Wain uttered with a confused look.

,m “Well, Odvar seems to have a great reputation.” Sven said with a slight smile on his face while looking at him, “It’s for the best, because if the winner was known before the fight started, then what’s the point?”

Wain answered nothing, he just stared at Zandar. He, unlike the active Odvar, had not yet taken a step forward. They looked like two opposites, one cold as ice, while the other was as bright as the sun.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The Colosseum trembled as a countdown appeared over the arena, only then did Odvar stop communicating with the audience and prepare for battle.

“Zandar! I have a lot of respect for you, but today you have to go down a few spots in the rankings! I’m going to beat you for sure!” Odvar exclaimed as his aura intensified.

“Well, the strongest will win. I have nothing more to say.” Zandar uttered with a calm look before stepping forward.

As soon as his foot touched the ground, pillars of black flame appeared next to him, and a powerful pressure that was felt by every spectator, even despite the protective barrier.

“Damn… A few more years and he’ll probably reach the Fifth Chronicle, his aura is terrifying.” Sven muttered while holding his chin in a thoughtful manner.

Whoooooosh.

At the same time, Odvar’s eyes flashed as he turned into a golden flash. He instantly reached Zandar with a fist covered in an amber flame that came down on Zandar’s head.

Zandar’s gaze didn’t move as though he hadn’t even noticed Odvar’s attack since everything was too fast.

Crackle.

Suddenly there was a shockwave with a loud crack as Odvar’s face twisted in pain as he flew to the other side of the arena. A fist mark was left on his chest, just as the black flame burned him.

“Bastard… That was quick…” Odvar uttered while trickles of blood dripped from his mouth.

Zandar just stared at him while the flames on his arms gradually intensified. His gaze was calm and deadly as he literally pierced Odvar with it. .

“Oh… it was so damn fast. I could barely make out that punch.” Wain muttered with a dazed look.

“Yeah. After all, he’s an Undead, so his physical stats are incredible. Perhaps only an Axalt with the same level of strength could rival him in speed.” Osvald said in a serious manner.

Crackle.

Odvar rose to his feet as he thrust his hands into the ground, then the entire arena trembled as streams of fire erupted from the ground that he willed towards Zandar.

The amount of energy Odvar used for this attack was immense, so Zandar finally had to move out of his seat.

He turned into a dark flash as dozens of streams of flame rained down on where he had just stood, but at the snap of Odvar’s finger, the flames changed their direction, chasing Zandar.

Zandar ran forward, next to the arena wall while the flames exploded right behind him, less than a meter away. However, Zandar remained completely calm as though he was in complete control of the situation.

“Damn, that guy is so damn experienced. He doesn’t even turn around as he senses how close the flames are because of the energy fluctuations…” Osvald muttered with a dazed look, “The current Fourth Chronicle ones are really impressive.”

“Yeah…” Marlis uttered, “Though Odvar received the first blow, he seems to have an enormous amount of energy… He continues to keep the flames flowing with a calm look as though it is normal.”