Chapter 12: Battle [2]

Chapter 12: Battle [2]

The impact of the front kick reverberated through the arena, the sound echoing amidst the astonished gasps of the spectators. Berthold, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden strike, struggled to regain his balance, his body swaying precariously.

As Berthold's anger fueled his determination, he charged forward with relentless speed, closing the distance between him and Demitas in a matter of moments. Demitas, realizing the imminent danger, instinctively attempted to evade the oncoming attack, but it was too late.

In a display of raw strength, Berthold seized Demitas by the waist, his grip firm and unyielding. With a mighty heave, he effortlessly lifted Demitas off the ground, suspending him momentarily in the air. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the two combatants seemed to defy gravity for a fleeting moment.

Then, with a resounding thud, Berthold forcefully slammed Demitas onto the unforgiving floor of the arena. The impact reverberated throughout the space, causing the spectators to wince in collective discomfort.

As Demitas briskly recovered from the slam, he wasted no time in launching a counterattack. He delivered a powerful kick, propelling Berthold away and creating some distance between them. Sensing an opportunity, Demitas swiftly rose to his feet, ready to press on with his assault.

Both fighters, now on their feet once again, cautiously circled each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. Each step they took carried a weight of caution and calculation, as they assessed their opponent's next move.

In a synchronized display of skill and precision, both Demitas and Berthold unleashed roundhouse kicks, their legs spinning through the air with formidable force. The impact was thunderous as their feet made contact with each other's faces, eliciting a chorus of gasps from the onlookers.

Blood spattered from their mouths, staining the arena floor as a testament to the intensity of their strikes. Despite the pain and the taste of copper in their mouths, both fighters refused to back down. With lightning reflexes, Demitas anticipated Berthold's incoming hook punch. Reacting swiftly, he raised his elbow, creating a solid barrier to intercept the powerful blow.

As Berthold recoiled in pain, clutching his throbbing fist, Demitas seized the opportunity to launch a devastating counterattack. Propelling himself forward, he leaped towards his opponent, aiming to deliver a crippling blow. His hand found its mark, gripping Berthold's neck with precision.

Caught off guard, Berthold's body contorted in mid-air, unable to regain stability. He was left vulnerable and defenseless as gravity took hold. With a resounding crash, Berthold's head slammed against the unforgiving floor, sending shockwaves through the arena.

The arena reverberated with Berthold's malicious laughter as he cruelly shattered Demitas' leg, causing a sickening snap. Demitas let out a gut-wrenching scream of pain, his voice muffled by the blood filling his mouth. Agony surged through his body, overwhelming him with a searing intensity.

"Hahaha! Good for you!" Berthold ridiculed him, relishing in Demitas's suffering.

A fire ignited within Demitas as he stared back at his tormentor. Demitas hopped forward, ignoring the searing pain, and forcefully snapped his dislocated leg back into place. His eyes burning with a mix of pain and fury, Demitas bit his lower lip, drawing blood.

[Skill: Never give up activated]

[Skill: Belittling activated]

With it, Berthold and Demitas were in a different mode. The intensity between Berthold and Demitas reached its peak. Their focus sharpened, and their determination shone through their eyes.

The arena echoed with a collision of voices as the viewers passionately voiced their support for their chosen fighters. The fans of Berthold erupted in thunderous cheers, their voices reverberating through the air. They were confident in their champion, believing in his strength and skill.

Demitas! Demitas! Demitas! Demitas!

On the other side, the supporters of Demitas raised their voices, their cheers filled with fervor and hope. They believed in his determination and resilience, rallying behind him despite the odds stacked against him.

Berthold! Berthold! Berthold! Berthold!

The clash of opposing cheers created an electric atmosphere, intensifying the battle unfolding in the ring. The divided crowd added to the tension and excitement, each voice representing a belief in their chosen fighter's victory.

Despite the pain coursing through his body, Demitas held his ground firmly in the ring. The activation of his skill infused him with doubled stats as his HP was dwindling.

Berthold, fueled by his own skill, took advantage of Demitas' weakened state. A smirk formed on his face as he saw an opportunity to exploit his opponent's pain. He believed that victory was within his grasp, convinced that Demitas' weakened condition would seal his fate.

Despite the challenge of fighting with an injured leg, Demitas did his best to defend himself. However, the distraction caused by the pain hindered his focus and made it difficult to fully engage in the fight. Berthold took advantage of this opportunity and aimed a swift kick at Demitas' injured leg, intensifying the pain and further weakening his stance.

But Demitas, refusing to succumb to despair, unleashed a counterattack. With a burst of adrenaline, he retaliated with a powerful punch to Berthold's face, causing him to stagger. Seizing the moment, Demitas pressed on and delivered a rapid succession of three punches, targeting Berthold's face and then his abdomen.

In a display of agility and quick reflexes, Demitas expertly evaded Berthold's punch, sidestepping the attack with precision. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly countered with a powerful elbow strike to Berthold's cheeks, causing him to stagger backward, dazed by the impact.

But Berthold, determined to turn the tide, quickly regained his composure and launched a roundhouse kick towards Demitas. However, Demitas showcased his strength and presence of mind, intercepting Berthold's kick by grabbing him mid-air with a firm grip.

With a resounding thud, Demitas skillfully brought Berthold down, executing a devastating knee slam that sent shockwaves through the arena. Berthold, now on the receiving end of Demitas' powerful counterattack, felt the force of the impact ripple through his body.

Snap!

The devastating knee strike fractured Berthold's waist, leaving him immobilized and writhing in pain on the arena floor. Soon, Demitas rose to his feet, a mixture of exhaustion and triumph etched on his face.

A wave of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd, their enthusiasm and admiration palpable. The spectators, both those who had placed their bets on Demitas and those simply appreciating the skill and resilience displayed in the fight, rose to their feet, clapping and cheering in unison.

Feeling the energy and support from the audience, Demitas raised his hands in acknowledgment, a grateful smile forming on his bloodied and bruised face. The deafening cheers grew louder, engulfing the arena in a thunderous roar of approval.

With a wide grin on his face, Babyface approached Demitas, his eyes gleaming with pride and joy. He couldn't contain his excitement as he embraced his brother in a tight hug.

"Demitas! You did it! You won!" Babyface exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness. He couldn't have been more proud of Demitas's performance in the grueling fight.