The bets closed when the disciple, a member of the Ten Lilies, stepped into the arena; carrying two short swords like his brother, the man was looking at Count Jashua with wrath.
"Take those dirty feet of yours off my brother!"
A certain amount of arrogance struck the eye in the cry of the man, who was at least as ugly as his brother; the large-built young boy, his enemy, welcomed this laughing.
"Today is perhaps the most glorious day on behalf of you, your brother, and your family. Is it possible for you to experience a greater honor than being crushed under my feet?"
Count Jashua completed his words pressing a bit more on the head with his right foot; a bitter groan accompanied him.
"Die!"
Accompanied by the sounds of laughter rising from the arena, his opponent directed the purple energy accumulating in his weapons towards Count Jashua; the target of the cross-shaped attack was the head above his shoulders.
All looks met with the Young Count following the attack; as for him, he dispersed the incoming attack by swinging his hand harshly downwards. Yes, he dispersed it; the attack proceeding in the air for five breaths became steam and disappeared at that moment.
"What happened like that?"
"Did he take the whole blow with his hand?"
The first possibility coming to mind was that he met the attack with the hand he swung and blocked it all with this limb, but a second later it was understood this wasn't real. In Count Jashua's right hand he swung, there were no signs of injury, even his clothes weren't damaged at all.
"I couldn't exactly hear what you said. Say it again!"
The Young Count spoke making the human under his foot moan pitifully; his older brother looking at him had taken a state unable to stand still from anger.
"Die!"
This time he sent an energy attack almost twice the size; the speed of the purple cross mark had increased together with its size too.
Count Jashua swung his two hands downwards this time; just like the last time, this time too the attack disappeared from sight as if it never existed. Then words started spilling from the Young Count's lips.
"Until today, how many people have you killed?"
"What are you saying?"
The astonishment of the man, whose attacks coming out of his short swords were met in a strange way twice, increased one more fold in the face of the incoming question.
"I am saying how many people have you killed throughout your life? Why are you smiling arrogantly while shouting die? Have those frail hands holding those shoddy weapons strangled anyone before? Did you wait looking into the eyes of your enemy taking his last breath?"
While the fight, which was a pleasant spectacle, shifted to another direction together with Count Jashua's words, the heaviness of the environment reflected on the spectator steps of the arena too. Conversations made, some in whispers, some shouting and calling, were cut like a knife; only the sounds resembling a pen rapidly traveling on paper were ringing faintly.
The addressee of the questions wasn't any different from them either; his tongue singing like a nightingale a moment ago had become mute. Unlike him, the Young Count had no intention of stopping.
"Bastards like you raised in the arms of their clan, thinking they will bully whoever comes their way when two people come side by side, have no right to stand before me!"
"Bow!"
The last word came out of his mouth as a roar; Count Jashua gave all his attention to the opponent standing close to the other end of the arena. The silence continuing in the spectator rows ended with this outburst too; they started speaking in unison again.
"He has lost his marbles!"
"Did he say bow?"
"How he spoke man!"
"Is he wrong, aren't all of those coming from clans like this?"
Thousands of questions and answers were shared in a five-breath duration, but none made as much sound as the exclamation of astonishment that would come after.
The short-sworded man jumping into the arena with fury was on his knees; while blood leaked from all the holes in his head, he was standing interlocking his teeth. It was obvious he resisted until his last strength but in vain, his head didn't stop proceeding towards the ground.
"Drumo, get a hold of yourself!"
Someone from inside the Ten Lilies group, in which nine people remained, stood up and shouted; judging by his painted lips stretching harshly, he must have been someone close to the man who was about to prostrate inside the arena.
What use, this call didn't reach its place. The slowly falling head hit the ground hard; the two brothers inside the Blood Arena were in a state having collapsed on the hard black ground. This situation didn't last very long either; catching the opponent writhing under his foot by his nape, Count Jashua swung him forward harshly.
The young man, who was leveled to the ground until a moment ago, was traveling like a kite whose string snapped; his target was another family member. He continued by hitting his older brother; now there were two people in the air. The brothers' final stop became the Ten Lilies sitting in the third row; although they were caught before hitting the stone steps, it was obvious from their every state that their conditions weren't very good.
"Next!"
Count Jashua shouted looking at the nine people who had turned into idiots; this business had turned into a duel between him and the Ten Lilies. The other disciples had no intention of intervening; they hadn't watched such a strange chain of fights for how long.
"You and you, step into the arena!"
There was only a single person sitting in his place inside the Ten Lilies and the order came out of his mouth. The Ten Lilies were sending two people into the arena; although this wasn't against the rules, the opponent had to accept the formed situation.
"For a moment, I was very scared you would send a single wretch again, come on let's see!"
The Young Count was standing like a mountain; amidst the admiration and fear-filled looks of the young girl behind him, he watched the entrance of the two opponents into the arena.
"New bets have opened!"
"Jashua takes down his two opponents 1 to 5, the two opponents take down Jashua 1 to 2!"
The opening of new bets in accordance with the changing conditions didn't take long; once more flocks of blood stones proceeded towards the altar where the betting office was. This betting session had a single difference from the previous ones; while previously a name came out of mouths, right now the sound of Jashua rose from some lips too.
"How loser the two brothers were like this, but this time he has no chance at all!"
"You think so, the man turned both of them into rags without even laying his hand on them. I think he hasn't even shown his real power yet!"
"Don't speak stupidly, he is obviously a type specialized in the energy subject. When the two attack types caught the brother he just made his show but things have changed!"
Naturally, everyone fell into a rush to defend the bet they made; voices mixed into the sky above the wide arena like bubbling coming out of a boiling cauldron. For the fight to start, the bets were expected to end completely; while the enemies came face to face and weighed each other, the expected sound rang in the ears.
"The bets have ended, let the fight begin!"
While these were experienced over the Blood Arena inside the Holy Blood Sect, in another place of the sect, the vortex inside the lake in the lands out of sight had ended too, the flowers on the surface of the water had started resting calmly like before.
Unlike them, a young girl possessing blood-red hair, her all muscles on her half-human half-orc face tightened, was proceeding gliding inside the grayness she fell into.
"How strange, I can't feel my body, there is only my energy gliding along the gray void. There is no feeling or stimulus, I am exactly as I am, perhaps as I never was!"