Chapter 19: Emperor’s Day (5)

Leinor’s opponent didn’t look anything special,at least in appearance. The gray garment he was wearing looked custom made, same with the leather pouches on him too. After they greeted each other his opponent almost instantly acted. Leinor was still just releasing his cupped hands when his opponent threw out two flasks from his sleeve that exploded in mid-air before Leinor, releasing a thick, greenish gas.

 

“Poison?” murmured Ren, raising her eyebrows “First time seeing something like this.”

 

“It’s a despicable move.” commented Zern with a disapproving look

 

“Not really. You use what you are gifted with.” rebuked Ren “And he lost as soon as the match started. Poison is good, if I was his enemy he could’ve surprised me with it. Still, against LeiLei’s bloodline… this kind of trick is nothing.” added as she smiled confidently.

 

On the stage the scrawny looking guy, after throwing out the poison-filled flasks, immediately pulled out a small repeater crossbow, going into a kneeling position and firing four shots in quick succession. Only fleshy thuds were heard from the impact but nobody could see into the thick, green clouds what happened.

 

Not long after steps could be heard as Leinor walked out of the smoke, letting out a long breath, exhaling the poison gas like air, looking completely fine, while his body was cloaked in a white hue.

 

“You are unlucky.” sighed as raised his arm, which was pierced by the small bolts and pulled them out one by one, without flinching as his injuries healed with visible speed. “If this is all, then sorry. It’s over.”

 

The next moment he launched forward, punching towards as his opponent quickly discarded the crossbow, rolling over to the left, pulling out another vial from his belt, crushing it as the yellowish gas started revolving around his fists, striking out.

 

“Oh? Interesting.” nodded Leinor, meeting his fists with his own.

 

Sadly, the outcome was different from what everyone thought to be. Maybe if they were on the same level, the poison filled attack would hinder Leinor a little… but the strength in their bodies was levels apart. When their fists met, only cracking sounds were heard and the screaming of his opponent. His arm was twisted and broken in multiple places by that one punch. Leinor’s second attack was a simple chop with the edge of his palm, hitting him in the neck and the next second only he was standing there silently. His aura slowly receded and spat out a dark colored clump, the rest of the poison in his body before calmly walking down, like nothing had happened. 

 

“What level are you at?” asked Isha, looking at him with slanted eyes, but gripping her fists

 

“Seventh.” answered honestly “But honestly, with our method… and the flowing energy inside us, I don’t think anyone below eight is a problem to take on.”

 

“Hehe, also, LeiLei can take a beating~” giggled Ren, winking at Isha 

 

“Hmf. We’ll see.” 

 

For the next rounds nothing interesting happened and when Isha got onto the stage, her opponent only could take two hits before collapsing unconscious. Zern’s turn was slow as his opponent was someone who relied on speed which was the polar opposite of Zern’s so he just defended, waiting until his enemy collapses from exhaustion. When Ren’s turn finally came her opponent’s first reaction was to give up as the guy who she threw out yesterday was his senior.

 

“This is so unfair!” fumed Ren as she walked back while Leinor tried to calm her down to no avail.

 

After the first round only 25 remained so one lucky person would advance to the next round without fighting. When they pulled out the number Ren almost felt like crying, her eyes were filled with tears that soon evaporated by her rage as the number was hers.

 

“Ahahahaha, look at you, I never seen anyone before who was mad they got a free pass!” laughed Isha, slapping her thighs while Zern wore an understanding smile.

 

“J...just… leave… me… alone… okay?” murmured Ren, shaking in place

 

“Easy, easy, isn’t this better, then being disappointed by a boring match?”

 

“M-maybe… hmf… still!”

 

“Deep breaths Master, a few rounds and it would be your turn surely!”

 

Just as he said it, the pulled numbers were his and Isha’s surprising the two.

 

“Tsk, I hope I'll meet with the boytoy…” murmured softly the redhead before heading up

 

“Give her a beating.” harrumphed Leinor as an answer, towards Zern who just sighed again, feeling like, since he followed his Master there wasn’t a quiet day while climbing up to the arena.

 

“It’s not early to give up.” said Isha with a small, provocative smile

 

“I value honor and i won’t shame my Master.” said Zern, cupping his, looking into her eyes

 

“I see. Then good luck.” returned the salute then shot out with a bang as her legs were covered in red brilliance, leaving behind scorch marks on the ground as her shoes disintegrated. 

 

Zern wasn’t surprised he raised his arms to block the incoming kick as his skin quickly turned to metallic like if it was made of steel.

 

“You’re a hard one!” shouted Isha, following up with a second kick before landing and using the rebounding force to distance herself.

 

She felt numbness in her legs as she watched Zern’s arms that now showed bright marks on them, like a piece of metal after heating but it quickly cooled down. 

 

“I know. I specialize in defense.” stomped on the ground that resonated throughout the arena like a mini earthquake shaking Isha out of balance while Zern rushed at her.

 

“Nice!” grinned the redhead girl before her aura exploded and most of her clothing flared up and evaporated showing big patches of skin as flame-like embers continuously flew off of her.

 

The sudden “striptease” stunned Zern and the minute stop in his charge was enough to help Isha regain the lost time since the loss of her balance. The explosive force of hers was almost comparable to Ren’s speed, although she quickly slowed down, while Ren could maintain her flash-like movement constantly. 

 

Every strike of hers was like if she coated her body with flames and when she hit Zern’s body sparks flew everywhere, the snow started to melt around the arena, releasing white fog everywhere.

 

The spectators soon felt like they were in a blacksmith’s forge as she pummeled Zern’s body again and again, evaporating his clothes but under it the young man’s skin was glittering like metal, resisting continuously with a calm face.

 

“Gotcha” grabbed on her legs finally exerting such a force Isha felt like being caught in a beartrap. 

 

“Who got who?!” laughed as she coiled around him with her other leg and soon both of them were on the ground wrestling that now, with a lot of clothes missing, reminded a lot of people of something else.

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“Ahahaha! I told you, they are looking good together!” laughed Ren “Hey!”

 

“You shouldn’t watch this Ren.” said Leinor with a red face, placing his hands before her eyes

 

“Come on, don’t play around! I want to see! I’ll bite you! Move!” moaned frustratedly as she tried to move away Leinor’s fingers “Don’t be cocky, you are only two years older than me!” growled as she finally peered off his fingers “Oh… Zern lost.” said suddenly, a bit shocked but not disappointed.

 

On the platform Zern was laying on his back holding Isha’s neck in a chokehold, while his legs were around her waists as she laid on her back on him.

 

“Give up.”

 

“You give up.” grinned Isha, grabbing onto his wrists “You may seem like you are made of metal… then be ready… I’ll turn up the heat, don’t melt under me baby boy~” chuckled as her whole body exploded like a volcano

 

The searing heat evaporated everything around them, and Zern’s whole body turned bright red while Isha looked like an ifrit from the legends as she started to cook him alive. Zern’s stubbornness made him to hold on, trying to choke her out but soon the pain was unbearable as he felt like his organs started to cook and all the water in his body is evaporating through his pores. 

 

“Isha has shown great talent since she switched.” sighed Leinor

 

“If this would be a death battle, she would have lost when Zern caught her.” added Ren “But as she is our friend, Zern couldn’t snap her neck.”

 

“Who is friends with that stripper?”

 

“Hehe, what, you have been ogling at Boobie Lady’s chest since the start. Pervert.” looked up at him with slanted eyes then down to her flat chest “Tsk… just you wait. When I grow up I’ll have bigger and rounder ones then hers!”

 

“I’m not particularly interested in it. I like you because of you not because of how you look…” murmured Leinor quietly and shyly.

 

Before Ren could answer Zern’s voice echoed out on the arena.

 

“I’ll give up.”

 

Isha as soon as she felt his arms releasing her stopped the output of her energies as the flames subsided.

 

Both of them looked like someone who just climbed out from a fire, their clothes were only hangin in parts, Isha was almost naked, not like it seemed she minds it at all. 

 

“It was a good fight, you are strong.” grinned at her, stretching out her hand while Zern was trying not to look at the exposed curves of the greatly blessed Isha “What?”

 

“C-clothes…”

 

“Hm? What about it? Ahaha, what, are you a virgin?”

 

“So what…”

 

“Bwahaha, at that age? Come, I’ll pay you a round back home at us, I know a few girls that would like you!” laughed as she grabbed onto his shoulders, laughing like a ruffian as they walked off the stage.

 

“Their powers overshadow low level Harmony Realm fighters.”

 

“Yes Father. It seems the little devil’s technique is more potent than we thought.”

 

“Who do you call a little devil?” walked up Anya to the two emperors with a smile that wasn’t a smile.

 

“Oh, Anya, come, come, sit!” laughed Dermitos while Carthus stayed calm and just looked at her before directing his gaze back to the arena. “You must admit, sometimes your daughter does act like one.”

 

“She’s just young. Only throw stones at her if you were different at that age.”

 

“She’s right. You were like your third son.”

 

“Father!”

 

“What, how many girls are in your harem? Why do you think I don’t bother learning every kid's name you sire? You whore of a man.”

 

“Really… I give up.” moaned Dermitos, rolling his eyes while Anya silently chuckled, looking back to the stage.

 

The fights after it were not as flashy or gripping and when the next round came, it was Isha who got a free pass to the next round, giving the remaining competitors a breath or relief. 

 

“Finally! It’s my turn!” laughed loudly Ren as she jumped up to the arena as soon as she saw her number coming up while her enemy, a young looking man walked up with a calm face, holding a shortsword at his side meanwhile Leinor chuckled a little 

 

“Oh… poor Poli.. he may think this is his time to show off.” 

 

“I bet Master doesn't even realize who her opponent is.”

 

“What… who? Is he some kind of love rival?” asked Isha, now wearing a brand new outfit 

 

“No. Rival… It’s hard to say. Not now, that's for sure. But let’s see what he is capable of.” smiled Leinor, a bit curious what Ren will do, as it seemed she has a lot of pent up energy.

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