"Get out of my way, I can't deal with you!"
Jashua lunged forward, but Ralf, who looked at least as hulking as him, had no intention of moving. The audience also immediately surrounded the duo; facing this situation where his other paths were blocked, Jashua's only remedy was to knock down the black-haired man and pass.
"Come to the arena!"
In a single move, the Young Count jumped to the middle of the fighting area; his weapon resembling a long pipe appeared in his hand. For the first time inside the Blood Arena, Jashua was drawing his weapon at the beginning of the fight; the stands groaned with the voices of those who couldn't hold back their excitement in the face of the event.
"Did you see, he already drew his weapon!"
"It is as big as Ralf's sword; I wonder what will happen!"
"Bets are open!"
"Open the bets!"
While they were shouting, Ralf, standing in front of Jashua, was scratching his black beard and scanning his opponent; the war had already begun.
"The betting office proudly presents the odds of the expected war!"
Tension was increasing moment by moment; while the five the Young Count brought with him waited silently, the disciples of the sect were losing themselves. Jashua was quite calm until he heard a voice from within the crowd.
"Jashua!"
Although the faint voice came out a bit stronger than a murmur, the Young Count heard it; this was the voice of Lareina descending the stairs of the Blood Arena. Unlike usual, the young girl was wearing a lovely dress with spring flowers on it; I guess the duo had agreed on another business for today.
Ralf also heard the same voice; a dirty smile appeared on his face covered with beard. When he fixed his eyes on Jashua, no one heard anything, but the Young Count could see the words inside his mind.
"What a sweet girlfriend you have!"
"What happened, you aren't talking! Actually, one shouldn't be surprised at the situation; only someone who can't even see in front of her would be lovers with you!"
Jashua drew a deep breath into his lungs; although he had been provoked by his enemies before, he was witnessing someone he cared about being used for the first time.
"How is she in bed; are you happy that her blind eyes cannot see your incompetence?"
The crack appearing on the hard black ground covering the battlefield started from where Jashua slammed his weapon and advanced up to the low wall, stopping only after breaking the stones there. The Young Count, slamming his weapon on the ground along with what Ralf said, drew everyone's attention.
"Bets are open; Bloody Moon Jashua wins 1 to 5, Hell Sword Ralf wins 1 to 2!"
A red river flowing towards the betting office appeared over the arena adorned with blood stones; while the vast majority said Ralf, Jashua's loyal fans did not change their minds.
"Did you bet all of it!"
"Yes, I bet all of it. I have a feeling inside; Count Jashua looks very different today!"
Those watching him closely could also manage to see the flames of the fire burning inside Jashua. The man wearing a fur-collared vest leaving his arms exposed had crossed the line he shouldn't have crossed.
"Come on, brat; I will make you the same state so you can fit your cripple of a girlfriend!"
This became the last straw; Jashua, lunging forward before the registration officials gave the start signal, brought down the weapon he carried over his head onto Ralf's body. Ralf, expecting this attack, drew his weapon and met it, but what he didn't calculate was that his feet would be buried into the ground up to his ankles.
Letting out a roar, he swung his giant sword covered with red blood energy forward; when energy entered the business, Jashua was hurled back.
"I didn't expect this much; what gems you have!"
The black-haired man throwing his opponent off spoke with a condescending tone; in response, Jashua swung his weapon covered with blood energy from bottom to top. Ralf, who stood as if expecting an answer to what he said, responded with panic, but this time he was the one hurled back.
After going back one or two steps, Ralf stomped his feet hard on the ground and lunged forward; Jashua was waiting for him halfway. Two hulking men collided once more; this time while both were hurled back, Ralf took one or two steps more.
"He beat Ralf in terms of strength!"
"Only strength? Weapons covered with blood energy collided; he defeated him in terms of energy too!"
Shouts in the stands echoed in the battlefield as well; although Jashua had lost himself, Ralf seemed to have heard them.
"I was going to rough you up a bit and leave it, but now I will really leave you crippled like your girlfriend!"
Ralf was now speaking directly by shouting, not by sound transmission, and everyone heard what he said. The hulking man stepping on a line he shouldn't cross swung his weapon furiously; blood energies separating from the sword turned into wolves dripping saliva from their mouths and advanced on the Young Count.
Jashua stood motionless; while black lines appeared inside the red energy in the area around him, he seemed not to care about the approaching wolves. One or two breaths later, he dropped his weapon; before the sound of the heavy pipe falling to the ground ended, the wolves were in front of his face.
"You are finished!"
Ralf roared with appetite when his attack found its target; his successive laughter was echoing until he heard a painful groan. This was the voice of one of the wolves he shaped his attack from, and the neck of the animal formed from blood energy was inside Jashua's mouth.
The Young Count was applying the move expected to be done to him against his enemy; he was inflicting pain on the three creatures along with the other writhing blood wolves in his two hands.
"Even though he keeps someone else's energy inside his mouth, he doesn't get wounded; what kind of energy dominance is this?"
"Look at his eyes; were they like this before too?"
Jashua's eyes, who bit off the head of the blood wolf, turned completely red; only a thin line-shaped black color extended vertically right in the middle. When the energy creatures in his hands also died, the Young Count started advancing step by step; seeing this, Ralf organized attacks one after another.
Blood Wolves increased first in size, then in numbers. Despite this, Jashua didn't cut his slow but determined advance. When he came about a step away by repelling the incoming attacks, Ralf also dropped his giant weapon to the ground.
Two steps to the head, they had come eye to eye; it seems that after this hour, only fists would talk. As expected, fist fighting started, but calling this fist fighting would be an injustice to what happened.
While Ralf retreated step by step with the punches he started eating as soon as he raised his hand, every time he tried to attack to respond, the red energy accumulating in his fists suddenly disappeared.
It was as if the hulking man couldn't dominate his energy; that was why he was hurled by the impact of the blows he tried to block only with his body. Unlike him, Jashua was advancing at full throttle; every time his blood-red fists containing black shadows landed, they left a mark on the enemy.
Ten breaths later, they were far from where they started; there were at most ten more steps left to reach the low wall, and Jashua, accelerating gradually, closed this distance in a few breaths and pasted his opponent to the wall. When Ralf, unable to respond, turned into a punching bag, the Young Count didn't stop; in fact, he increased the severity level moment by moment against his opponent whose defense fell.
While the cracks forming on the low wall widened, a part of Ralf's body was buried inside the stone, but Jashua didn't stop. He continued hitting without minding the blood splashing on his face and clothes; one didn't need to be an oracle to understand he had lost himself.
"Guards!"
Jashua didn't stop even when the registration officials called the Blood Arena guards to seize the situation; he even managed to keep the group of five approaching from behind away with the energy explosion he created. While everything was happening and ending, his fists didn't stop either until a frail voice called his name.
"Jashua!"
His arms slowed down, and a few breaths later stopped; he was coming to his senses thanks to the letters spilling from Lareina's mouth. When he threw the last punch, Ralf was completely inside the short wall; his hulking body was folded in two from the stomach area and buried among the stones.
"The winner, Bloody Moon Jashua!"
Blood Arena guards retreated. While the Young Count advanced towards where Lareina was with his head down, not a peep came from the spectator rows.