The Ultimate Host

The Immortal Ninja snapped his neck back in place, giving Akashiri a wicked look. The Immortal Ninja grabbed Akashiri the neck, strangling him with a lot of force. The Immortal Ninja acted like a mindless robot. " Do you want to know the real reason why your entire clan was killed except for your you?" " I will tell you. As The Immortal Ninja was about to start talking, Cross came out of nowhere driving an elbow into The Immortal Ninja's chest, cracking most of his ribs including his chest cage. The Immortal Ninja vomited up garnet blood, crashing into a pile of barrels filled with saltwater. The Immortal Ninja stood on his feet beginning to laugh. In recent years The Industrial Elf Empire and The Immortal Ninja Clan formed an alliance. Even though The Industrial Elf Empire had much greater numbers than The Immortal Ninja Clan, The Immortal Ninja Clan did all of the dirty work while The Industrial Elf empire sat and watched the show from front row seats. Their next targets would be The Royal Elven Empire.

However, The Royal Elven Empire wouldn't give up without starting a war. When The Immortal Ninja opened his mouth, he noticed a small cannon. His body had been modified with gears and machinery from Industrial Elf technology. 2 purple beams were released from The Immortal Ninja's mouth. The beams were targetted at Cross and Akashiri. Cross quickly placed his hands on the ground, creating a wave of metallic liquid that hardened creating a hard tough wall. 2 explosions occurred. The hard tough metallic wall still stood in the same spot. This made the Immortal Ninja furious. The ninja jumped on Akashiri's chambers. While the ninja was strategizing, Akashiria snuck up behind the ninja, stabbing him in his chest.

Green fluids began leaking out of the ninja's back. Akashiri instantly found out that he was going up against a robot in the shape and form of an Immortal Ninja. Whoever was the pilot, was miles away, controlling the robot like a toy. All robots had a power supply and core. If Akashiri could remove these objects, the robot would instantly shut down. He ripped out the core and crushed it in the palm of his hand. As he was about to do the same to the power cells, the robot shut down, rolling off the roof of the chambers like a barrel, landing into a pile of hay. Akashiri front flipped off the roof of his chambers, landing on his feet without making a sound like a cat. He gave Cross an angry look before walking up to the robot, examining the body. The body was Industrial Elf technology. He sucked his teeth and spat on the body, already placing his mind on revenge.

The Elven Capital, The Black Prison, The Day Of The Tournament.

Feng sat in his cell, preparing for his fight. He only recently signed up for the tournament. He wrapped fresh bandages around his forearms, cracking his knuckles and neck. He scavenged through the old chest. Only 3 saltine crackers and 1 chocolate bar remained while the rest of the stuff in the chest were rusty tools. He took out the 3 saltine crackers wrapped in silver plastic, devouring them with ease, wiping the salt from his face. When he was about to eat the chocolate bar, a prison guard banged on the bars of his cell with a baton telling him that his fight was coming up first. He was going up against a prison named The Bone Crusher. The Bone Crusher use to be a well-known bare-knuckle boxer who killed a rich and famous professional boxer by the name of Ron Stewart in the ring in a charity boxing match.

Instead of fighting like a professional, he brutally murdered Ron Stewart who many children who were boxing fans idolized. He killed in front of his fans. He was instantly thrown in jail for manslaughter. Even after he knocked out Ron in the 6th round, he continued to punch his face until his heart no longer pumped with blood. He knew what he did. He didn't care. He hated all professional boxers because he wore gloves. When The Bone Crusher stepped in the ring with a professional boxer, he loved it. While the cops took him away, every one of Ron's fans threw tomatoes and drinks at him, calling him murder and the sc.u.m of the world. That was over 10 years ago. The Bone Crusher grew stronger, bigger, and worse. He now had tattoos all over his back, indicating that his name was The Bone Crusher and he was the one that killed the beloved Ron Stewart. In actuality his name was Jimmy. His friends called him Jimbo. The Bone Crusher was 6'3 weighing 210 pounds.

He had scars around his neck as if someone was trying to chop his head off but failed to do so. He wanted to win the tournament so he could get back in the ring and kill more professional boxers. The Bone Crusher was currently punching a stone wall using his bare hands. After only a couple hits, the stone wall smashed into pieces. It was time to enter the tournament. This was only the preliminaries. The first match of the preliminaries. Both contestants stepped into the ring. The crowd and all the prisoners watched from the stands, chanting Bonecrusher. The Bone Crusher looked at Feng and snickered.

Tsk." You are matchup?" Don't make me laugh." The Bone Crusher cracked his knuckles. I will make this as quickly as possible. "You won't feel a thing. I will crush bones like fluorescent lights." Feng didn't answer. He wasn't taking The Bonecrusher. Before they fought he each other, the announcer had to make his little introduction. Gentlemen!!!!!" Welcome to the yearly annual deathmatch tournament prelimnaries!!!" Today we 2 constenants!!" A man who served 10 years of his life sentence!!" Welcome The Bone Crusher to the stage!!" And the other contestant!!!" A man who has been in here for five days!!!" Welcome Feng to the stage!!" Feng was being booed. After that incident in the mess hall, Feng was hated by almost every prisoner in the 1rst floor of The Black Prison.