A muscular young man with brown skin and a long, sharp nose named Vallen was standing on an arena at the centre of the grandstand.
It wasn't your regular grandstand used just for hosting evens for Ultimate Fighting Championship-Something Vallen couldn't even dream of, but the top-tier.
A mega arena designed for hosting major fight on earth, only available to high rank warriors. Those that started from fighting pit, to the gymnasium, and the combat arena, climbing until they reached the apex.
But Vallen wasn't a warrior.
After all, he had just transmigrated into this body.
"Huh!"
Vallen blinked, "What the? Am I in a dream?"
He raised an arm, his eyes widening in awe as he scanned the surrounding.
His name echoed through the arena, bouncing off the towering walls. A wave of heat swept over him as countless voices surged in unison, colliding into a thunderous roar, sending shivers down his spin and making his chest pond.
His mouth twisted.
"Ha, ha, ha..." he laughed. What is going on? He wondered.
His eyes caught sight of an image on the big screen, with the same posture as him. The screen was suspended far above in the sky.
Vallen quickly glance at what he wore-perfectly tailored silk tunics, with white silver trim. The same clothe with the figure on the screen. "Should I!..."
He shifted from foot to foot, his toes scrapping the floor while his eyes remained fixed on the image.
Certainty struck him.
"So this is me." he smiled. "I must be a great figure, since this body who also bears the same name as I is being praised that much."
Dream or not, I will soon find it out, he thought.
His eyes narrowed toward the distance. Attracted by the sound of a door crashing.
At first, it was just a dot, then the shape stretched into one figure, then two.
"Don't tell me."
Suddenly, a crack burst from the towering speakers. A voice rolled across the arena, swelling through the air and bouncing off the spectators, saying.
"On the other end of the grandstand, we have Theodor entering. This is his first high rank fight, compared to his opponents, a hardened battle high rank warrior with no defeat."
Vallen smirked.
The announcer continued. "Will he accomplish the impossible by defeating Vallen, and make a name for himself."
His word had barely faded when a restless murmur spread across the Mega arena, head shook, arms crossed. The low rumbling of discontent thickened in the air.
"Uhmn... I see now. This should be an arranged fight, by some rich or powerful man in order to let this person rise to fame, even if he losses."
Then a massive beast burst forth. Theodor, a bulky man with thick muscles rose and fell with the rhythm of its heavy strides. His fingers tightened around the beast collar as the beast massive head pressed forward.
Theodor looked at Vallen with a strange expression, his mount rushing toward Vallen. The more the public praised Vallen the more his envy stirred up.
After all, he received no applaud.
If not for the fact that he was the son of the riches and most powerful man on earth, that fight which was out of place would never had been organized.
His mount finally stepped onto the fighting arena. There they began to circled around Vallen.
Soon I won't hear your name, he thought while looking at Vallen.
Vallen sighed.
Equipped with reinforced gold armored , and diamond gears like the one we see in anime, only available to a limited class of rich people, he thought, tsk... Just a spoiled kid.
Theodor mount also looked extravagant.
Theodor swallowed hard, his words came out tight, as if squeezed through clenched teeth. "I appreciate your willingness to allow this lowly one exchange pointers with you. It's truly an honor, sir Vallen." He hoarse.
Vallen dropped his eyes, then lifted them, his gaze distance. "As a senior, shouldn't I make sure a junior like you walk on the right track." His gaze finally turned to face Theodor, and he let out a smirk.
Theodor mount walked him back to the edged of the arena. "Let's see you make that cocky smirk of yours again after the veinlline poison have taken effect," He whispered to himself, "At that moment, one strike will be all it needed to put you beneath my mount claws."
The Veinlline poison was created ten years ago. Before that, the world was full of high rank warrior-SSS and even top-tier X warriors. The weakest warrior was of rank A, It was the period of spiritual power booming.
At first, the poison was used to reduced uncontrollable high rank warriors realm of power, especially those from non influential families as well as commoners.
When they witnessed it efficiency, that's it's ability not only to lower someone realm, but to keep lowering the person realm while keeping it stagnant, the ruling families thought shifted from control to personal interest.
Of course, they kept it a secret.
Whenever them or their kids wasn't happy about someone existence-wither being powerful or not, they will used it to get rid of them.
Still, They actually didn't know how it caused a warrior realm to crumbled, and there was no symptoms.
This barely visible liquid yet wet less poison was administrated to Vallen through his meals, drinks, and even on his belongings.
Vallen didn't realised it. After all, the poison had no smell.
Thrown to the orphanage by his good for nothing parents, Vallen spent all his life serving the nobles families that bought him, with no ulterior motives. He sometimes acted as their petdog.
This fight, in the mega arena for high rank warrior, was the opportunity given to him to claimed his freedom. Who knows what he did to reach there.
A few minutes later, Vallen, and Theodor bow to each others, while the announcer was spotting nonsense.
Soon, Theodor's beast strengthened, its claws dug into the floor as its weight shifted forward.
Vallen remained there, unmoved, ready to discover where his dream would bring him.
Finally, the announcer, a thinned, and blond guy with a bazooka hair style began to communicates the rules.
"Only one round will decide victory or defeat." He precise, his finger pointing upward.
"There would be an immediate disqualification for any one using dirty tricks.
Afterwards, he shouted, "Let's the fight begins."
Instantly, the spectators voiced rose as they was cheering for Vallen. "Woowww...." The shouted.
Thus Vallen smirked.
"This dream should be coming to and end, so let me pull out some cool moves, not too fancy."
His gaze drifted from the spectators to Theodor. "Uhmn... That kid isn't using aura. This should be a dream, things like that must be possible," he whispered to himself, then adopted a simple combat stance.
Theodor face hardened.
"What is that stance, is he... Perhaps making a joke of me."
His mind lingered, then its settled, No. He will never dare.
His gaze turned toward a young beautiful woman-Vallen fiancé. She sat, her legs crossed while she watched the upcoming fight.
He tilted his head upward, implying, have you been administrating the drugs as planned.
She nodded in response.
This was they sign they used for communication.
Theodor voice thundered as he shouted. "Today will be the birth of a new champion."
Then his mount leaped toward Vallen, its claws ready to bare.