Chapter 6-Second Round Of The Ranking Tournament, Prince Leek VS Root!

As the four matches begin, the first we find ourselves focusing on the Prince vs Root.

"Just my luck, I've got to fight against the Prince himself... Talk about unlucky."

"Come at me already, being near you makes me nauseous."

"Well, that's just insulting to my ego..."

"If your ego is cracked that easily then-."

Leek dashes through Root with an afterimage. Suddenly Leek's voice was heard from behind Root.

"Then you might as well let go of it."

Leek pressed his left hand against Root's back and blasted him away with a shockwave of ki, as Root's body flings away from the Prince. He scoffs hoping it'd be a bit more fun for him.

"Hey Quadrant leader, hurry up and count it. I'm tired of being here, I'm starting to get a headache."

"R-Right Prince!"

As the Quadrant leader began raising his flag, a sudden shout stopped him.

"W-WHO SAID I'M FINISHED!"

Prince Leek turned quickly to see Root forcing himself to stand. The adults were in awe, even Leek himself.

"How could you possibly be standing?! After an attack like that!"

"I'm not going to lie, this freaking hurts! But you must understand one thing. My ego comes from my intelligence."

The crowd was in shock as Root continued to stand against Leek. His body was burning and screaming in pain as Root kept himself up.

"What does that have to do with this battle? Intelligence isn't for the battlefield. It's a way out of it and only cowards would try to boast about such things!"

"You may be right about most people, but not me. You see I refuse to let myself be satisfied with only knowledge, so in secret from my friends and my family. I took on special training. Attempting to learn how to control my Ki, and honing my skills... So, Prince, I hope what I'm about to show you will keep you interested!"

"IT SEEMS IN A TURN OF EVENTS! ROOT, THE PRINCE'S OPPONENT HAS STOOD UP TO THE CHALLENGE!"

From above on the Royal balcony, The King watches with interest. But a faint sense of the past begins creaking into his mind.

"Do not, disappoint me, my son."

Root stands plainly staring at Prince Leek. Both fighters watching for movement from one another. Slowly a dark blue aura begins appearing around Root's body. Root stands with his eyes closed as he concentrates on getting his power to its limit.

"TALK ABOUT POWER! POWER! POW-."

Suddenly the announcer gets a message from one of the king's messengers along with a device.

"IT SEEMS DUE TO THE DEMAND OF THE KING, I MUST EXAMINE THE POWER OF THIS FIGHTER! WITH OUR NEWLY CONSTRUCTED DEVICE KNOWN AS THE SCOPER."

The announcer holds a circular monocle-like device up to his eye and turns it on with a swipe on the side. As the scoper beeps and dings. The power-revealing device states Roots' current power.

"WELL FOLKS YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS, BUT CURRENTLY ROOTS POWER LEVEL IS INCREASING RAPIDLY: 215, 240, 286, 320! IT'S NONSTOP! THIS IS INSANE!"

"Hm, I thought he'd be stronger... What a disappointment."

"W-WAIT WHAT'S THIS?! IT SEEMS HIS POWER JUST MADE A MASSIVE SPIKE!"

"Fine, if my powers gonna be revealed then I might as well stop holding it back... You see Prince, I've been preparing for a moment like this!... TO SHOW THE WORLD I'M MORE THAN JUST A SMART ASS!"

"650! 829! 942!... 1000!?!"

"That's right, I've been training hard and now it's all paying off!"

"A power level of only 1000? Not bad for low-class trash, however."

The king smirks, as his son preps himself.

"Let me show you the power of the royal family!"

The scoper begins reading off the numbers of Prince Leeks' power.

"1242! 1302! 1505!... 1850?! WAIT NO, THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE!! THE SCOPER IS HAVING TROUBLE KEEPING UP, THE PRINCE'S POWER IS INCREASING RAPIDLY!"

Suddenly the scopers glass lens cracks and completely breaks. Making the power of Prince Leek unknown.

"H-He's a monster... C-Can I win against him?!"

Root stands contemplating his moves, his reasons to keep fighting yet.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ROOT! ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE AND LET THE PRINCE OUTSHINE YOU AND YOUR BIG EGO!"

From across the east gates appeared a slightly damaged Crimson. Shouting at his friend to keep going.

"COME ON AND FIGHT HIM DAMN IT!"

"C-Crimson... Y-You, you're..."

"I'm fine! Just worry about yourself, dummy!"

"Ugh, this is disgusting... A weakling encouraging a weakling."

"You may be royalty, you may have more power than the rest of us, but you..."

Suddenly Root's aura expanded as the ground around his feet began raising different sizes of pebbles.

"WILL NOT!"

The ground erupts around their feet.

"TALK ILLY ABOUT MY FRIENDS!"

Root pulled back his right fist as a ring of golden light circled it.

"Here I come Prince Leek, I'm going to show you the power of those you call trash!"

"Huh, bring it trash..."

Root stomps into the ground and charges at Prince Leek, his feet leaving slight cracks with each step. With his body pulled back fully, as he closed in on Prince Leek. He was truly all in, ready to deliver a powerful attack to the Prince himself. Then with a whisk of insane speed. Root rotates left and swings in his heavily charged right hook.

As Root swung, The Prince sighed and dodged it quickly managing to get into Root's defense, allowing him to grab hold of his right arm. But as soon as the Prince attempted to lob Root over his body. A sudden stop comes to him.

"Gotcha."

Root had his left hand pressed against the back of Prince Leek's head, and with no hesitation unleashed a small wave of energy that forces Leek to release Root's arm and immediately get shoved into the ground. In the last moment as Root touches the ground. Everyone stood in shock and silence as they noticed... The Prince was unconscious. Leaving Root...

"WHAT AN OUTSTANDING MATCH OF POWER! POWER! POWEEERR!!! EVEN AGAINST A GREAT ADVERSARY KNOWN AS PRINCE LEEK, OUR CONTESTANT ROOT HAS WON HIS MATCH!"