Spear Of Retribution

"Let's welcome young master Gael Gauthier of the North and commoner Alexjin for the final round!!! This will be the last battle and the winner will be given any prices he wants by our great Emperor Arthur Du' Bellay!!!"

The crowd cheered as the Emperor waved his hands again but his eyes are focus on the man in black armor. He cannot see his face but he was able to get his attention as a commoner who made it on the arena. 

Alexjin gazed above to see a man in golden clothes and a red robe that looks down on them like they're the smallest creatures in the world.

"I hate that look," Alexjin whispered as he looks at his opponent in front.

A man with red eyes that are similar to his master, cream-colored hair, and a fit stature stands confidently while eyeing Alexjin that he's not a threat at all.

"Now fighters, let the fight … BEGIN!" 

As Alexjin observed Gael from his fight, he's a bit careful this time as well as preventing his powers from showing. He was about to attack first when the announcer starts the fight but then he saw Gael getting ready for his attack as if expecting that he will do the first move which makes Alexjin himself stopped attacking.

Both of them placed their swords in front and looked at each other with coldness and observed any tiny movement from their body. 

The crowd became silent as their breathing hitch while looking over the two unmoving fighters and wondered why nobody is attacking first.

Gael's eyes squinted as he realized that Alexjin knows that he's waiting for his attack that's why he didn't do it. He shifted the angle of his sword sideways and put his other feet backward and increased his mana usage as he dashed towards Alexjin.

It was fast, like a blur but Alexjin was able to defend himself and attack back. The clanging of their swords creates a spark every time the blades would meet.

As their movement became so fast that the crowd can no longer see their physical body but only a glimpse of their shadow and the dust their feet creates covered their movements. Some viewers are having a hard time seeing what's happening to them but for those with numerous experiences in battle, they could see at least the stopping movement before their swords would kiss each other.

Geraldine who's looking over from Gael's designated room becomes agitated the longer she watches them. 

"You don't need to be worried, brother Gael will surely win for sure as he's a genius after all," Gavriel said while holding his waist with a confident look.

Geraldine remained silent and ignored him, she's itching to use her powers and help Alexjin to win. Before she's fine if Alexjin will lose the round but she changed her mind and wanting him to win against his own older brother to let her family feel the sense of loss.

But even though she wanted Alexjin to win the round, she was still hesitant to drop her magic to help him, not because it could harm her brother but it would hinder Alexjin's potential. 

Geraldine wanted him to grow and win his own fight base on his skills and power with no cheating.

She smiles and comes back inside and lowered her hat to cover her face as she sits on the chair and has a cup of tea while waiting for the final results.

For the current status of the fight, there's still no one surrendering the battle. Their armors have broken sides and Alexjin's arm is bleeding but he didn't mind a small cut.

Both of them are now standing meters apart as they both catching their breathes while looking at each other with murderous intent.

They could not see who will be the winner as they're both equal in strength and skills but they're placing their bets on Gael Gauthier as he's a noble.

Gael grabbed something on his back pocket, a crystal ball in red color and he smashed it to his sword mixed with his blood. His sword instantly grows bigger and there's a red transparent flame surrounding the blades of the sword.

Seeing this, Alexjin knows that it's time for an upgrade and after that, it would be their last encounter. He took out something on his back, it's a silver necklace similar to the one he's using, and putting his hand over the red gem in the middle, then it grows in size.

The sword is thinner and longer than the black one he's currently using. It was the gift from Geraldine, she gave it to him when they are about to go to Zuron City. He didn't know how she finds a similar sword that can transform but it's an indication that it's the reason why Geraldine pushed him to practice using a double sword.

He could feel his mana being sucked in instantly, making him staggered a bit. Alexjin only takes two pills before the game and he needs to make it quick before he runs out of mana.

"Ah, a double sword, that's interesting," Gael smirked while his eyes looked at the glistening silver sword on Alexjin's hand, "But it takes more years of practice to fully used on handling it and I can see that you're still a newbie, what a pity."

Gael's taunting laugh makes Alexjin pissed and attack him first, "Offense is the greatest defense," he whispered while launching his black sword on Gael but as he got nearer he could feel the heat from Gael's sword that nearly burned his skin.

"Ah!" Alexjin bites his lips to keep him silent and continued attacking while trying to dodge the flames.

"You can't take the heat any longer commoner, you'll burn to crisp," Gael said with a smirk, "Now, surrender."

"HAHAHA," Alexjin laughed so loud and even holds his stomach as he's trying to stop himself from laughing.

Instead of attacking, Gael focused on Alexjin's laugh as for him, he is insulting his words.

"If you want me to surrender then at least put that sword on my neck instead of threatening me with that flames as if I can't bear the heat," These are Alexjin's first words throughout the fight, his electric blue eyes glowed inside the helmet that it reflects on the outside.

Alexjin didn't wait any longer and used his full force and dashed towards Gael so fast like a wind.

"Tsk!" Gael's face shows how pissed he was as he defended himself from Alexjin's attack.

"HAHAHAHA!" Alexjin continued laughing like a maniac as he took the offense side completely, using a great amount of mana and strength to make sure that Gael wouldn't be able to attack back.

Each time his black sword would attack, it was instantly followed by the silver one then back on the black sword again. He's also using his feet to corner Gael and didn't mind the flames burning on his skin as some parts of his armor melted due to the heat.

The fight is too intense that it was faster than before, their movements can be hard to see due to the speed and that creates a cloud of smoke from the dust even bigger. Only the clangs of their sword can be heard.

As time goes by, the crowd slowly cheered even if they didn't see who win as they got excited the longer it gets. After a while, the sounds stopped and the dust starting to go back on the ground. 

Both Alexjin and Gael are standing meters apart with their back facing each other, there's no movement between them, making the crowd breathe hitched.

Soon, Gael lets go of his sword as he falls down on his knees while holding his bleeding stomach. As for Alexjin, his armor is completely melted and shows his inner clothes and some bare skin with burns.

He looks back at Gael as he let go of his own two swords as it burns his hand.

The crowd was silent at first but then cheered so loud, the announcer instantly went to the stage, "FOR THE FINAL ROUND, OUR WINNER IS THE INFAMOUS COMMONER FROM THE SOUTH, ALEXJIN!!!!"

Alexjin looked at the sky and closed his eyes as he smiles, he was about to take off his helmet when he saw a figure from afar standing with a smile on her face.

"Ma - master?" He muttered but his attention was snatched when the announcer tapped his back and gestured him to go up to the Emperor's throne. So when he turned back, the woman was no longer there.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go and ask whatever you wish, the Emperor is waiting," The announcer lead Alexjin to the stairs and backed away.

Alexjin looked up to the man sitting on the throne with blue cold eyes and a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for Alexjin to come up.

"The Emperor," He whispered and slowly went up to the stairs and kneel before the Emperor.

"Your majesty."