Within the dressing room of the Lightning Emperor, two men were present. One of the men was sprawled lazily upon the bed with a mask on his face. The other was standing above the sleeping man’s bed and looking at him with eyes of judgement. The two men were the Lightning Emperor and the announcer. The Emperor was the one who was laying on the bed while the announcer, was the one angrily staring at him.“I told you to go easy on him you mutt!” the announcer shouted in annoyance, still depressed about the affairs of only a few hours ago. His demeanor showed that the match had indeed gone the way of the Lightning Emperor; for why would he have been upset if Sameed won?“Geez..I said I was sorry,” the Lightning Emperor spat out; yet there was no evidence of that on his face. While one would have argued that it was difficult to tell what he was thinking with a mask concealing his features, his vibe was that of a man who didn’t care. He seemed bored out of his mind and if one could read his
“It doesn’t matter now, does it. It doesn’t matter where the two are. What matters now is where we are and what we have to do.” Chu Feng tapped Ming He’s abdomen with his palm and said. “Mmm,” the Lightning Emperor nodded his head in assent. “That is especially so, considering that my sources have informed me that he has been sighted,” Chu Feng stated with a grave expression on his face. Hearing his words, Ming He’s serenity disappeared, and even he who was famous for his lack of care and concern concerning anything in life, was forced into a frown as the significance of the news registered in his mind. This person Chu Feng was talking about was their life goal. He was the reason why had built up and established the brotherhood, and hearing that he was back was not good news. “He has finally returned. I knew you didn’t just wake me up to come and fight some brat for you. I was hoping that his disappearance was not merely a long period of hibernation but death.” Ming He sighed in fr
“Leslie Amponsah and Isaac Aaronson. I must say that it is an honour to meet the two bright pearls of the city.” The leader smiled before letting go of Leslie’s chin. The others around him snickered at their leader’s words as the faces of the two men turned grim. Looking at the barely visible snake tattoo on the leader’s neck, Leslie became increasingly aware of what they had gotten themselves into. Isaac may have been slow to see that mark before, but he followed his friend’s line of sight and spotted the tattoo as well. His facial expression grew ugly in an instant once he recognized that that mark and he too understood that they were in serious trouble.“Do you know how long we have waited get in touch with you?” the leader revealed those pearly white teeth with a grin. On a normal day Leslie would have been wondering how it was possible for someone to have such beautiful teeth. Unfortunately, today wasn’t a normal day and there were other things to worry about. The chief of these
“Who are you?” the Snake King asked while assessing the man who had appeared before him. This man, Chu Feng, smiled carelessly and said, “A simple underground announcer,” before disappearing and reappearing before one of the armed men. The man responded quickly. While he was surprised by Chu Feng’s speed, he was a man who had lived on the battlefield and had faced many noteworthy opponents. He had met several people who much stronger than him but in the end, they had all died and he was still here - alive and well. At this distance it wasn’t wise to use a gun - especially since he was in possession of an automatic and it was easily to fire upon a colleague - so he pulled out the knife strapped to his waist.“Good choice,” Chu Feng praised the man before jumping away and moving to someone else.The Wandering Pirate was stunned by Chu Feng’s decision. How could he just leave him and move to someone else? Was he looking down on him? Was he being underestimated? Or had his action scared t
“Isaac?”“Yeah Leslie”“Did he just kill the Snake King like he was dealing with some rabid wolf?”“Yeah…he did”“Am I dreaming right now?”“No Leslie. You aren’t dreaming; we both are”Leslie and Isaac had long opened their eyes. From the moment that Chu Feng made his appearance, the two had witnessed everything. They had seen him easily dispatching the men of the Wandering Pirates, a group that they were working hard to deal with, in nothing but a couple of minutes.“That’s the announcer from the underground arena right? Was he always…this strong?” Leslie swallowed as he watched Chu Feng display excellent marksmanship, taking out the retreating Wandering Pirates in just three seconds! How could there be such an excellent marksman in the world?!“I think we are witnessing something completely unbelievable my friend,” Isaac was just as fascinated as Leslie by what he was witnessing. A man they had assumed was a mere presenter with no real status, was actually strong enough to basicall
“Hmm,” the Lightning King hummed. His eyes kept staring into the darkness and his visible brows were creased into a narrow line.“Interesting,” he muttered while observing the corpse of the Snake King. Then he turned to look at Isaac and Leslie before saying, “It will be their first test. A strong rival is good competition after all.”“Thank you for saving us Sir,” Isaac and Leslie sprung to their feet quickly when they saw the Lightning King look their way. They bowed to their savior, expressing their thanks in the process.“Sure,” the Lightning King nodded his head and walked towards the Snake King. He bent over and placed something within the dead man’s pocket before returning to the two boys.Isaac and Leslie looked at each other in surprise. Neither had seen what the Lightning King had done since he had his back facing them. They didn’t know what he had placed in the Snake King’s pocket or why he was interested in a corpse; but neither was confident enough to question the man who
“Man, you really messed up”A cold voice crept into the ears of the dying Snake King. He who was presumed to be dead, was actually alive!A cloaked figure with a mask on his face appeared next to the Snake King. This man was hunched over and relatively small. His frame was held upright by the cane he held. His eyes were as red as crimson and his aura filled with the stench of blood. His fingers were littered with several rings, each one unique in its own way. He looked over at the fallen figure of the Snake King with a hidden smirk and said,“Well, I cannot really blame you. You went against beasts that even I have to be wary of. Your defeat was set in stone. It is actually impressive that you managed to stay alive.”The cloaked elder bent over to observe the Snake King’s injuries. It didn’t take him long to discover the reason for the man’s survival, for soon he was standing upright again with his eyes wide open in realization.“So that’s why. This lucky guy has dextrocardia!”Indeed
“You discriminate so much,” the herald of Lucifer, the man who had slain a dragon, had a teary expression as he spoke. His countenance would have evoked great pity from many a men, but Kaspian was not part of that lot. He had fought against this man many times. He and his sworn brothers had lost much to this bigot every time that they clashed, and the injury that ached in his abdomen was the work of this man. How could someone who had threatened to kill him and his brothers be regarded with pity? How could a man who sought nothing but the destruction of the world, be welcomed? And why would one even crave for a person such as this.“I see that you’re still hanging out with him, Asmodeus,” Kaspian gazed upon the cat lazying about the herald’s shoulders as he spoke.“Why do you keep that form, thief of hell?” Kaspian questioned, and the cat narrowed its large eyes and flew off the slender man’s shoulder. It liked its paws a few times before transforming into a beautiful woman wearing cl
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern