Warlock of War: My Ares System

I will admit he was probably stronger than me and possibly faster as I could barely react… but if I predicted all of his moves, I could easily win this.

But, just as I was about to smash his face into the ground again, his head snapped towards me, and his eyes began to gleam a dim pink light, so I let go of him while shutting my eyes closed.

My senses were still working, but he was fast, forcing me to rely purely on instinct, an ideal Ares wanted to pound into me, but I just thought that was inconvenient.

The idea of entering a wager you're not going to win isn't fun, nor is it safe for my well-being.

"So I'll reject your ideal by winning this match," I grinned.

SHING

My head was nearly torn off by a pair of claws just as I opened my eyes, and yet again, I was met by a pair of gleaming pink eyes.

"[Shut Your Eyes]," I muttered, using the influence of my tongue.

The man who was smiling, ready to take control of my mind, shut his eyes as I grabbed his throat, digging my fingers into it and then gripping my spear in my other hand.

A dark aura began to rise from my body as the order wore off, and I let the blood that dripped from my nose just slide down, just barely stopping mid-air right below me.

[Miasma Infused Presence] [Shroud of Fermented Blood]

The stench of rotting and decaying blood wafted through the air but, more importantly, was injected into the ground through my spear.

The incubus attempted to slash at me once again, but my grip on his neck was more than enough to force him to stop and try and escape my grasp.

BOOOOOOM

But it was too late as the bloody mist injected into the ground built up and exploded upward through the thick layer of dirt and stone, completely tearing the arena apart.
"This would've been easier if your neck wasn't so god damn thick," I clicked my tongue before letting go of his neck and seeing the small film of dark red mist cover my vision. "Oh… you're so fucked," I grinned from ear to ear.

The man felt a shiver shoot down his spine and instinctually took a few steps back, ultimately failing as he soon tripped over his ankles.

He stumbled to his feet, nearly tripping yet again, but upon gathering the situation in his mind, he figured out what he needed to do as I caught my breath and tossed my spear to the side.

I raised my hands into the air, getting ready to cast a large spell that was guaranteed to kill this man, but the incubus wasn't dumb.

He charged toward me, ready to intercept the spell no matter what… but it was useless against me.

"[Stop In Place]," I ordered, yet for some reason, he only froze and then continued to charge, causing me to cough up a mouthful of blood. "Shit… [Kill Yourself]," I ordered this time, and soon he froze in place.

His eyes widened as he lifted up his claws and nearly slit his own throat, but the willpower of this man just barely stopped it as I felt something inside of me rupture.

A burning sensation, as if a fire was spreading through my organs, bubbled up within me, nearly killing the spell I was making by disturbing with my mind.

But then, just then, right then, I had finished as soon as the incubus managed to break out of my spell.

His eyes glowed a dim pink, his last attempt at stopping me.

"[Royal Blood Magic]," I muttered, and then the surrounding air, which was coated in the thin cloud of blood, concentrated into my palm before cracking, leaving the audience silent as they waited with anticipation.

CRACK

The thick layer of hardened blood outside the smooth orb shattered like glass, unleashing a wave of blood that splashed and crashed toward the incubus.

But just then, I felt my consciousness waiver and the burning sensation within my stomach burn like a holy flame attempting to eat me from the inside out.

My mind turned hazy and I lost all feeling within my limbs, forcing me to drop to my knees and then land on my face, nearly breaking my nose in the process.

.

[You have completed the Side Quest: Colosseum Match Two]

[Reward has been granted]

[The next Side Quest will be revealed once ready]

…

When I snapped awake, I found myself lying against the hard cold ground of my cell, and I immediately ran over to the man beside me.


He jumped awake as I banged on the bars, asking him whether,

"Did I win?"

"Ugh… huh? Oh… yeah… your match… uh, yeah, you did, but apparently, you were severely harmed? Is that right? I mean, you look perfectly fine, so thank the healers for doing some good work… now, just go back to sleep… you look like shit," The man across the bars replied, and I was satisfied.

I thought the match would've tied, but I guess my opponent was killed instead of just knocked out.

I tried lots of things against that incubus, but his skin was tough and thick, rendering my strength and spear almost useless, so I was forced to suffocate him with a wave of blood.

On the other hand, I also tried to suck the life force out of him with [Vampiric Drain], but clearly, his willpower was too strong.

"Almost makes me feel bad for him… He probably had some kind of motive to keep going," I muttered lightly before opening my status… and there it was.

[Tarot Power: [Undying Will]

My first tarot skill, which I had no clue how to use, so what other way is better than just testing it out right here and now?

I immediately activated the skill, but for some reason, nothing happened, so I deactivated it and reactivated it.

"You're shitting me… you're not even gonna tell me what it does?" I muttered, attempting to punch a hole through my status.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

But then, all of a sudden, an unfamiliar banged on the metal bars enclosing me within this prison.