Nameless King

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Streams of amber flame continued to pursue Zandar, destroying the arena along the way, which was almost instantly restored. The Colosseum was practically a living creature, so it adjusted to the changes and preferences of the fighters, especially if it was someone from the Top 10.

“Zandar! You can’t escape my flames!” Odvar exclaimed as he extended his hand forward with an open palm.

At the same time, massive streams of flame split into dozens of thin strands that attacked Zandar from different directions.

Whooooosh.

He jumped aside at the last moment as the fiery strands shredded the ground and melted it because the temperature was too high.

“Odvar… You put so much emotion into your attacks as always… Is it worth acting so actively in the beginning?” Zandar uttered with a calm look before bouncing off the wall.

Unlike last time, he headed straight for the flames as if he wanted Odvar’s attack to hit him, the tips of Zandar’s fingers covered in dark flames as his hands became a blur.

For most of the audience, Zandar’s actions were too fast, so only a few people were able to get a good look, one of them was Wain who watched it as though mesmerized.

While in the air, Zandar touched each of the hundreds of threads of fire and connected them together. To do something like that required tremendous speed with incredible control over energy, so in a few seconds all the fire threads disappeared and in their place an appeared amber sphere in Zandar’s hands that shone as brightly as the sun.

“What…?” Odvar muttered with a dazed look while in disbelief.

“You don’t have to put in too much effort, just use exactly as much as you need…” Zandar said in a calm voice as he landed on the ground.

Odvar completely lost control of the golden threads as they blocked each other.

“Though maybe it’s time to show something more than simple tricks, isn’t it?” Zandar muttered as his aura intensified.

The black flames on his hands covered the sphere as it greatly increased in size. Gradually, the bright sun turned into an eerie, frightening star, like a black hole that could swallow everything in its path.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

As the orb became as big as Zandar itself, space trembled as cracks appeared in the barrier.

The spectators that sat in the front stands shuddered in fear as they moved as far away from the barrier as possible.

“Damn… If he attacks now, won’t that destroy the barrier? Even though everyone here is in the Fourth Chronicle, only a small fraction will be able to survive such an attack…” Wain muttered as his aura intensified.

“Well, they’re just fools that don’t understand the Colosseum will do anything to keep the spectators out of harm’s way. Just watch.” Sven said with a slight smile on his face.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Fragments of the barrier began to break off as fragments of flame burst forth, but Zandar cared little for what was happening outside the arena as he continued to pour energy into the orb.

Tremble.

Suddenly the space trembled as the Colosseum began to change. All of the spectator seats were separated from the main arena and pushed back dozens of meters, however, the seats of those who remained in the front rows were untouched as though Colosseum was showing that they were worthy of watching the fight closer than the others.

At the same time, the barrier was fully restored as several more protective layers appeared above it that could fully absorb all the energy.

“Hmmm…? Has the Colosseum come into motion yet? Damn, we’ve only just begun, I wonder what will happen next?” Zandar muttered with a calm look before extending his hand.

A dark sphere descended from his palm as it slowly made its way toward Odvar. The space next to the orb distorted as if it was too heavy for even the world to handle it.

Odvar stared at the orb just like everyone else. He intuitively felt that no matter how much energy he used he would not be able to block this attack in normal ways.

“Fuck… Are you the one who said I was acting too actively? This is insane…” Odvar muttered with a detached look.

There were only a few meters between him and the orb as a long trail of cracks and destruction stretched across the ground. 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙤𝒗𝒆𝒍．𝒄𝙤𝙢

“Huh, I should have expected that dealing with the Top-3 would be harder than I thought… Well, I was prepared for that.” Odvar uttered as his aura increased several times.

Golden flames covered his body as his appearance changed. His wings became much larger and violent flames appeared as well as on the massive golden gloves on his hands and a crown appeared on his head that burned brightly with white fire.

“Zandar! Get ready, I will make you use your Form! Be assured of it!” Odvar exclaimed as he flapped his wings.

This caused a gust of wind that turned the flames from the gauntlets into a massive fire vortex. The flames collided with the dark sphere and began to engulf it as though a vortex.

Odvar clenched his teeth as streams of blood trickled from the corners of his mouth because even for him it was hard to handle such an attack.

Gradually his gloves completely absorbed the entire dark sphere as massive waves of energy passed through his body.

“Shit… He actually did it.” Wain muttered with a dazed look as he couldn’t believe what he saw.

“Ahahahaha, the fun part’s ahead. Do you really think he used his trump card to just absorb one attack?” Osvald grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Odvar spits out a clot of blood, stepped forward and said, “Zandar, you won’t have as much time to make a decision as I do.”

Whooooooooosh.

The crown on his head glowed brightly as a small white sphere appeared above him. It was pure magma with a tremendous temperature that turned into a deadly ray.