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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Politique et sciences sociales
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276 Chs

[Underground Labyrinth] (4)

In the caged arena that was surrounded by spectators expressing their hysteria, stood a woman wearing stringed lingerie that merely cover her nipples and fanny, while the bass boosted music that was dominated by the crowd's hysteria continued to cause the ground to tremble together with the crowd in delirium.

Above the spectator pavilion were the rooms with transparent glass walls, housing masqueraded guests adorned in luxurious and custom-made clothes from renowned boutiques in the capital.

No matter how luxurious they seemed, almost none among the spectators even glanced at them, too excited to watch the slaughter that was about to be orchestrated in front of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The woman began to announce with a bold voice.

[Welcome!! To!!! The!!!! Slaughter house!!!!!!] Her voice reverberated throughout the underground lair, making the crowd's, VIPS', and organisers hearts palpitate in anticipation and excitement, while ironically, those who were forced to participate in the arena felt their hearts palpitate in horror!

"Kicking off the evening....are our first undercard!! The MINDLESS....."

"WHOOOOOO!!!!!"

"MONK!!!!!!"

The woman announced in a loud and bold voice as she backed away slightly and raised her free left hand, pointing at one side of the entrance under the crowd's delirious frenzy!

While the crowd continued to grow restless, a man with a shiny head zoomed and leapt into the air, crossed the fences and landed in the arena with a loud boom!

Dust rose and enveloped his and the anchor's figures, making the spectators go silent, before,

"ROOOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!"

With a loud roar that dispersed the dust cloud, a man with a rough face and a cleanly shaved bald head that shone under the light was revealed!

His roar sent cold shivers down the spines of the spectators, but instead of fear,

"WHOOOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

They shivered in excitement!!

The crowd cheered in delirium!!

The music soared as the result, matching the crowd's excitement.

"Opposing Mindless monk...." The woman began anchor again, making the music and the crowds' roars to lower.

"The ruler of the northern west mountain!!! PURPLE-HAZE TIGER!!!!!"

[Purple-haze tiger: A highly aggressive and territorial demonic monster with high speed and fire elemental affinity] [Rank – B]

"WHOOOAAAHHH!!!" The crowd cheered wantonly while four blurry men walked out of the other side of the arena, holding and dragging the chains chaining a 8-feet-tall purple furred tiger that had its mouth capped with a mana-draining metal mouth guard, while its muffled anxious and rage dyed roars hissed amidst the wanton crowd.

Though its hissing voice was buried under the crowds' hysteria, its presence certainly did not!

As scary as its presence seemed, the crazier the crowd became.

The anchor backed off and walked out of the arena while The Mindless Monk stood at a corner, as the tiger was dragged into the arena from the other side.

A bulky man with a presence stronger than the tiger walked and stood next to it, while holding the skin on its neck as if holding a rebellious cat. The chains were unchained at that instance, but its mouth guard remained together with the arena's gate open behind him.

An armoured man walked into the arena, stood in the middle while the crowd went crazier.

"ARE YOU READY!!?" He asked the mindless monk with a roar and received an answer with a similar roar.

"ARE YOU READY!!?" He then asked the man holding the tiger's neck, noticing him nod in affirmation, the armoured man raised his hands above his head and,

"FIGHT!" He yelled and zoomed out of the arena, while the man holding back the big cat similarly dashed out of the gate while he unhooked the tiger's mouth guard.

RRROOOOAAAARRRR-!

The big cat roared in rage at the wanton crowd as it walked side to side as if to assert dominance without even glancing at the monk who had a mindless grin plastered on his face.

"Aye pussy!!" He roared at the tiger from the other corner of the arena, forcing the pussy, no, tiger to glare at him. It finally took notice of him, and noticing his blurry figure that was similar to the man who captured it, its consciousness was instantly dyed in rage and,

"RRROOOOAAAARRRR!!" It roared atop its lungs, sending chills down to the crowd's and monk's hearts that palpitated in excitement instead of fear!

"Ow, scary~" Monk covered his chest and twirled his body. Enraged by the blatant provocation, the tiger roared again and zoomed towards him with a purple blur.

"Heh!"

BOOM-!

Monk lunged himself forward, towards the tiger, engraving a footprint on the spot he stood. He and the tiger neared reach other in an instant and both of them reacted almost at the same time!

He pulled his right hand back while the tiger swung its clawed right paw, unfortunately for the monk, the tiger who hadn't pulled its paw back was naturally faster, and its paw clawed at his chest, digging and cutting through his skin, instantly making him bleed.

As soon as the first blood was drawn, monk's fist was launched at the tiger's head as their bloodlust busted out at that instance.

WHOM-!

At the sight of their bloodlusts clashing,

BOOM-!

The arena trembled! But, not because of their tyrannical bloodlusts but due to the monk's fist punching at the big cat's head! A strong gust of wind shot out behind the tiger as the accumulated force behind the monk's fist dispersed.

"YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" The crowd cheered upon noticing the monk's blooded fist, thinking it was end of the beast!

Though it had ended quite quickly, as long as blood was drawn, the crazed crowd would always be satisfied. It was then, the grin on the monk's face which had only widened from the beginning of the match, flattered.

"RAAA!" The tiger managed to let out a louder growl and instantly opened its maws wide, aiming to bite off the fist that has dared to remain in front of its face.

CRACK-!

"AAAARRRGGGGH!!!!!" The monk screamed in anguish and punched at the tiger's head with his left fist in hopes of getting his right hand freed from its unyielding bite.

BAM-!

BAM-!

BAM-!

It was only after three strong punches that the monk managed to push himself off from the tiger, only to notice that his right forearm was bit in half. His blood painted the ground red together with the tiger's.

Its head was blooded with its right eye swollen up, shortening its vision, while the monk's attack power was lowered considerably.

And then,

As if to mock the monk,

CRUNCH-!

CRACK-!

The tiger crushed and ate the bit off arm in its mouth as if enjoying a snack. Feeling the warm blood flowing through its throat, the bloody scent, and the blooded sight, the mana in its body surged forth, unveiling the truth as to why it was called the [Ruler] of the mountain even when it was merely a B-ranked monster!

FUME-!

Blackish purple flames danced on its fur and the temperature of the arena rose sharply in a matter of seconds, making the crazy crowd's cheers crazier and the monk to feel uneasy after quite a long time of enjoying easy unhindered victories.

Each of the steps it took made a blazing paw print on the ground, while the spectators were amazed by the sight, the tiger burst forth, unveiling a speed it wasn't capable of before!

BOOM-!

Upon a blurry collision, dust veiled the monk and the tiger ablaze in purple flames.

BOOM-!

With a violent gust of scorching heat and dust, the cloud cleared up, unveiling the monk glimmering in a golden hue with his left fist on the tiger's abdomen while the tiger was trying to bite off his neck.

"Golden Body Enhancement."