The Ultimate Host

Jon decided to bend the rules a little. Instead of doing a battle royale held every 3 years, he decided to make it a one on one classic tournament. Everyone would attend. Even his enemies. Over 50,000 lords and nobles attended the Coliseum to see bloodshed. Since Jon didn't want to reveal his appearance, he used illusions to make himself look like an old drunk man. " "Welcome citizens of Malar!" The crowd began to cheer. " Are you ready to see bloodshed!!!" "Yeah!" yelled the crowd. "This year is going to be a little different." Inside of a battle royale, I will hold an old fashion classic one on one tournament." The crowd sound disappointed.

A couple of boos echoed throughout the coliseum. "Don't worry!" "You will see the same amount of bloodshed!" The boos turned into cheers. Jon's assistant, Fox who looked exactly like a fox handed him a rolled up piece of sandpaper. Jon unwrapped the rolled piece of sandpaper, seeing all the fighters who would be participating in the tournament. " He a couple of unknown names and a couple of recognizable names. The first recognizable Jon spotted was Orion. The drunken red blur by his nose disappeared. He was trying his best not to grow angry. He handed the rolled up piece of sandpaper to Fox who bowed. Jon sighed and said: "The first match will be Axel Of The Beast Clan vs Feng Of The Zen Clan!" Everyone heard stories about the Beast Clan.

The lords and nobles thought that every Beast Clan member was a low down dirty savage who only thought about killing and eating. As Axel walked out to the patio, he began smiling doing multiple poses and dances. No one responded to his strange dances. They began whispering bad horrible things about him. This made Axel furious. He walked to the bridge, front flipping himself on to the black patio. He snickered. He looked to the edge of the patio and saw that the patio was surrounded in spikes. " Tch." Pretty clever." He crossed his arms, patiently waiting for his matchup to walk towards the patio. As Feng came out, the crowd began cheering. "Rip him limb from limb!" shouted a noble. Feng was wearing a red and black robe. He also wore black slippers.

He had an unworried look on his face. He slowly walked towards the patio. He jumped on the black patio watching Axel as if he was the sc.u.m of the Earth. Axel could sense Feng was extremely strong. He jumped back 5 feet away from Feng. There were no rules. There could only be one winner. The first one killed or knocked out was the loser. The contestant who wasn't was the victorious one. Jon was in the form of a short drunken old man missing teeth shouted: "Began!!"

The crowd began cheering. None of the contestants moved a muscle. Both of them stared down each other with serious expressions on their faces. Suddenly Axel leaped towards Feng. He threw a punch at him. Feng grabbed Axel"s fist, kneeling him in the chest. Axel vomited up blood. Axel stopped himself from crashing on the ground. He pushed himself to his feet with his hands. He spat blood on the black patio. This made Axel furious. Feng dashed towards Axel, unleashing a barrage of attacks on his body. Every hit was making Axel furious. Axel suddenly grabbed Feng"s arm, kicking in the neck. Feng"s neck was snapped. He slammed on the ground. " Axel began laughing. He grabbed Feng by the neck and said to the crowd: " You see?!" "You see?!" "You must not take the strongest man of The Beast Clan lightly!!" "Because of this, you will watch your beloved Zen Clan warrior die by my hand you f.u.c.k.i.n.g bloodthirsty hounds!"

Axel lifted Feng off his feet crunching his right hand into a fist. The area began shaking and rumbling. "Die!" shouted Axel. Suddenly Feng melted as if he was chocolate. Axel was confused. The real Feng who was unharmed appeared behind Axel. " Do you think I would allow myself to be defeated by you?" "Ha!" "Don't make me laugh." Feng punched the air. Axel vomited up blood, stumbling to his feet. Feng then drove his elbow into Axel"s back, crashing him to crash into the ground, creating a crater. Axel"s eyes rolled into his head. Feng grabbed him by his orange hair, head butting him. A fragment of his skull was cracked. When Axel was about fall on the ground, he suddenly awoke, punching the ground. The patio began shaking. Before Axel could finish he was chopped in the chest. He instantly lost consciousness.

Feng bowed to the unconscious Axel and said: " Next time I won't spare you so easily." Feng jumped off the patio onto the sturdy brown bridge. " And the winner is Feng Zen!!!" The crowd began cheering. Axel"s mouth was wide open. He had 4 broken ribs, a fractured arm, and a cracked skull. Axel suddenly awoken, but then passed out again. Two assistants who placed bets on Feng carried Axel away from the patio.

They both had huge smiles on their faces. "And now for our next match!" yelled Jon. "The infamous wanted Cross Rodriguez Of Earth vs Macon The Guardian!" Cross came out to the bridge wearing black pants and blue loafers. He had a silver ring on in the shape of a skull on his right ring finger and a gold ring on his left middle finger. He had no shirt on which exposed his muscles and battle scars he acquired over the years from the former enemies he had to deal with in the past. He was now 30. He had his curly hair dyed black. His yellow and black eyes were more exposed to the artificial bright lights. When he jumped on the patio, he kicked off his loafers, bouncing up and down getting ready for the fight. He cracked his knuckles and neck.

A noble threw a rock at him by he easily caught it. "I wouldn't try that again... Folks." When Macon came out cheering filled the crowd. Macon was 6'3 and weighed 220 pounds. He was 20 years old. He had white headband around his head that had some strange language on it called Urak. Macon wore heavy armour. His weapon was a battle-axe made from the bones of a giant warthog with an incredibly sharp bone piercing tusks he killed with his bare hands when he was only 10 years old. The called him the Guardian because he guarded a small country against the superior forces of The Industrial Elf Army from pillaging for over 30 days without eating, sleeping, or drinking any type of fluids.

He was his own master. He turned himself by punching trees in half every day for the past 20 years. His father was a giant was mother was a necromancer. He had the appearance of a regular man and the strength of a giant. He had the air level of 940,000,000. He was the type that could take a lot of damage and never gave up. He jumped on the patio and said: " You are my opponent?" asked Macon. Cross nodded and said: " Yes I am." " It will be a pleasure fighting you Cross Rodriguez. He pulled out his battle axe and twirling it in his hand as it was a baton.