Nameless King

Sometimes the longest battles could be decided in just a few moments, and the battle of Odvar with Zandar was definitely one of those.

Crackle.

Odvar clamped the blade of his dagger between his teeth with a wild look as the white crown on his head cracked.

Zandar realized what was about to happen as a wave of trembling went through his body, and his eyes narrowed heavily. He put his spear out in front of him, that began to be covered in a dense layer of ice. At the last moment, Zandar swung his dagger as he sliced Odvar’s cheek with a burst of blood that immediately burned.

Boooom.

At the same time, the crown exploded, and a powerful stream of flame engulfed everything around him as space shook violently. Zandar was in the epicenter, so the stream of flame threw him to the other side of the arena, incinerating him.

Though the spectators were protected by the damaged barrier, the heat from the flames managed to penetrate even through it. The skin on the spectators’ hands began to burn, even those who were very far from the arena.

The injured immediately began to use various measures to handle it, but some continued to watch the fight as though nothing had happened. They could not afford to miss a single moment.

Odvar fell to the ground as he managed to hold on to one arm so he wouldn’t lose consciousness, and looked ahead.

Gradually the flames settled as the decisive moment came. What state Zandar was in would decide the outcome of the battle, as only one would be left on his feet.

Whooooooooosh.

The last bits of flame dispersed as Zandar’s silhouette revealed itself and the eyes of all onlookers went wide.

His entire body was charred and covered in severe burns, but despite this, he continued to stand on his two feet with a proud look. 𝑏𝘥𝘰𝑣𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

“Wasn’t it enough for Odvar to win?” Someone exclaimed with a dazed look while in disbelief.

The audience began to whisper as satisfied smiles appeared on the faces of many while others, on the contrary, were seriously upset by this outcome.

“Well, well, he got so many wounds, but he was still conscious. That’s impressive.” Sven said with a devious smile on his face as he crossed his arms.

“I agree, he definitely deserved his victory.” Wain smirked while looking at Zandar.

Bam.

At the same time, Zandar fell to the ground with a hollowed look as the entire Colosseum fell silent. A wave of shock spread throughout the arena as the audience could not believe what they were seeing.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

Suddenly, Odvar’s powerful laughter erupted which shook the entire Colosseum. His wounds were bleeding as his laughter caused intense pain, but he kept doing it with a happy expression as though he had finally fulfilled his dream.

“I fucking did it!” Odvar exclaimed as he slammed his fist into the ground.

Crackle.

The force of the blow caused blood to rush out of his mouth and the wound on his shoulder, that covered the ground beneath him, but Odvar paid it no mind.

Whooooooooosh.

The Stone Slabs that soared over the arena shattered into tiny shards as only one name remained that burned brightly in red flame.

[Odvar Seim is the winner of this fight!]

[Odvar Seim is number three in the rankings!]

“Well, well, who would have thought this incredible fight would end like this?” Vincenz grinned as he spread his arms out to his sides, “A round of applause for the winner! Make it as loud as you can, in the meantime I’ll make sure it’s not their last fight.”

Vincenz’s fingertips glowed brightly as hundreds of runes unfolded on Colosseum that transmitted their energy to him. Then, out of his fingers came green threads that headed toward Zandar and Odvar.

They gradually repaired their wounds as several threads coiled like vines around severed wing and arm.

“Wow, is Vincenz capable of this?” Wain muttered with a dazed look, “I mean… Curing strong fighters like Zandar and Odvar must be incredibly difficult, right?”

“Yeah. Even it took me a while.” Marlis said in a careless manner while holding her head with her hand, “However, he uses the power of the Colosseum to do so. After all, he is the watcher, so he has certain powers here.”

Wain nodded as he stared at Vincenz.

‘I still don’t know how powerful he really is, he must have another job besides being the watcher, mustn’t he?’ Wain inwardly muttered in a curious voice, ‘Then, he was able to kick the real Dragon out of this space, I wonder how many powers of Colosseum he used?’

After a while the applause passed as the wounds of the two fighters almost completely healed, it took only a few minutes.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Odvar with a satisfied look stretched his shoulder while in a relaxed manner pacing towards Zandar that was still unconscious.

“Hey! Don’t you dare touch him! Your fight is already over!” Someone exclaimed with an angry expression while pointing at Odvar.

“Hmm?” Odvar frowned as he turned around, “What the hell are you talking about? Ah, that’s right, practically none of you know…”

Odvar shook his head, walked over to Zandar, and threw him on his back.

“Zandar and I are good friends, I’ve known him for years, and maybe that’s why I tried so hard to win, heh, in combat he acts like death, but the rest of the time he’s so damn calm and closed off.” Odvar grinned and headed for the exit of the arena.

Before disappearing down the aisle, Odvar turned around as his and Wain’s eyes met.

“Nameless, I thought I would fight you after this fight, but I’m afraid I hardly have the strength to just walk now. Damn, that’s pretty hurtful and ironic at the same time.” Odvar muttered before stepping on.

“I and my friend will be watching your fight! I hope it will be the best one today!” A voice came from the depths of the aisle as Odvar walked away.