Nameless King

"Pfft, you think I need your help? I could easily burn them as long as there aren't even ashes left." Kane said as he waved his hand in a careless manner.

"Well, you still haven't done it, so you better see what awaits you." Fosko smirked, bent down, and his pupils narrowed.

Whooooooosh.

Fosko, with a mad look, ran at the Giant Lizard and attacked. The Lizard's hide was covered in a thick layer of tough granite, so wounding the Lizard was extremely difficult, but Fosko's blades slammed effortlessly into the monster's flesh.

"What...? How...?!" The Lizard exclaimed before attacking Fosko.

"Huh, you're just a stupid monster that thinks size solves anything." Fosko uttered as he jumped up with a devious smile on his face.

Fosko touched the monster's paw and changed his grip on his blades so that the blade was now facing the monster.

Whoooooosh.

Fosko lunged forward while the blades sliced through the monster's skin as blood streamed from the wound. Fosko instantly got to the Lizard's head and jumped on its nose.

"How do you like that? Did you like it?" Fosko licked his lips, stared into the Lizard's eyes, and stepped forward, "Personally, I don't, as it's not enough. I assure you, you and your friends will only leave here by as bloody parts!"

Fosko spun as though a whirlwind and pierced the Lizard's head through the eye. The hole was wide through as the Lizard fell dead, but Fosko wasn't going to stop there, so he switched to the other monsters.

The green vortex moved from one monster to the next, each time it took no more than three seconds, but it was enough for Fosko to turn the monster practically into mincemeat.

"Phew, it's been a long time since I moved like that. It was pretty hard not to get dirty." Fosko said while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"Damn. You're still as fast, no you're even faster. Huh, now I'm really curious!" Kane exclaimed with a menacing look as his flames intensified.

"Of course. It's time for us to fight." Fosko swung his daggers as he knocked the blood off them and entered the fire circle.

...

"Looks like your brother's going to have a hard time." Wain grinned.

"My brother is strong, he can handle it. You better worry about yourself." Lin swung her sword, "I won't kill you, that's not my style, but at the end of our fight, I'll see what lurks beneath your mask, Nameless."

"Well, you can try to do that." Wain shrugged, stepped forward, and swung his sword from top to bottom with an ice cold look.

Lin blocked the attack as she took a step back, but suddenly she felt she couldn't move her arm to counterattack. Wain's attack was not only very fast but also heavy. He used all his strength, so the ground beneath Lin's feet cracked.

"You think rough methods are what swordsmen should use?" Lin frowned as her hand shook.

"Huh, we're not having a swordsmanship tournament here, but a fight, so I'll use whatever it takes to win. Like this." Wain smirked as he kicked her in the stomach.

Lin's face contorted in pain since she vomited a mouthful of blood.

Whooooosh.

Wain turned around, grabbed Lin by the neck, and threw him into the nearest boulder that broke in two as Lin flew into it.

"Nameless! How dare you beat Miss Lin like that! I thought you were a fair fighter since you could accomplish so much in the Colosseum!" Someone from Twilight Embers exclaimed.

Wain looked in his direction, frowned, and said, "Only the strong decide everything. Do you think the rules mean anything? If you're dead, you don't care anymore.

Then, Wain turned to Nina, "Hey, maybe it's time to start doing your job. Why am I being distracted from fighting by some idiots?"

"Yes..." Nina nodded as she rushed forward.

Her zippers struck one enemy after another, forcing them to shut down due to too much strain.

Crackling.

Lin climbed out of the boulder, shook off the dust, and adopted a particular stance. The tip of her sword pointed directly at Wain's chest as her legs were slightly bent.

"Do you want to pierce me?" Wain said in a careless manner while swinging her sword from side to side.

"Get ready." Lin simply replied as particles of ash appeared around her.

Lin stepped forward as her silhouette blurred. She as though the flash instantly reached Wain as well as her sword.

A clang.

"What...?" Lin muttered with a dazed look.

Her sword should have pierced Wain's chest, but it was stopped by the broad side of the dark sword.

"How is that possible...? Your sword should have shattered into tiny shards..." Lin uttered while in disbelief.

"Ahahahaha, you thought you could break my sword? Damn, that's probably one of the dumbest things I've ever heard." Wain uttered before swinging his sword.

Blood gushed from Lin's shoulder as she jumped aside while holding the wound with her hand. Wain knocked the blood off the sword and headed toward Lin with a slow stride.

Lin's gaze was no longer as calm as before, her face showed anxiety with a drop of fear that appeared in her heart.

"Tsk, it's a shame." Lin muttered.

"Hmm? You don't like losing?" Wain grinned, "Don't worry, it happens to everyone sooner or later."

"No. That's not what I mean. You were able to get me, that's true, but I'm still absolutely certain of my victory." Lin uttered with a serious look.

"Huh, self-confidence can sometimes lead to a bad ending, you know?" Wain said as he threw the sword on his shoulder, "You don't stand a chance. Your fencing skills are excellent, but you clearly lack combat experience."

"It's a shame that I have to use this ahead of time. I wanted to defeat you with only a sword, but it seems I overestimated my capabilities." Lin uttered, and her aura multiplied.