With my opponents regrouping and refocusing their efforts, the Colosseum seemed to crackle with anticipation. The crowd, both students and spectators, were on the edge of their seats, eagerly watching the spectacle before them. The cheers and gasps filled the air, and even those who had initially come to support my opponents were now torn by the display of power and skill they were witnessing.
The battle had reached a critical point, and the stakes were higher than ever. Brax, the Krees with his formidable mental attacks, sought to exploit any weaknesses in my concentration. Helix, having transformed into his 2nd form, now towered over me with his enhanced strength and size. Renardo, on the other hand, was cloaking himself in darkness, ready to strike at any moment, his darkness control spread around.
I grinned as I felt the stiffness in the atmosphere as the three of them laid down their pride to challenge me. In truth, I can easily take them all out using just my pure strength. Two, or three blows, and they are on their one-way trip to heaven. But as always, I need to give some signs of vulnerability to others to show that I am not all that omnipotent or too powerful.
The tattoos that run over me are certain powers of the past that I collected during my travels. Now, all those with great eyes and knowledge of history will be able to tell where and what this power is. For that, I need to show these people that the strength these tattoos give me has the same cooldown problem as its previous user.
This makes sure to let my enemies try to make use of this ‘weakness’ of mine to take me down. Plus, not having total domination will give me some more challenges and breathing space, but even then, I shall win with a great victory. Not for any great manipulation or control, just for the fact that I want to beat these guys up badly.
All there of them tried to attack me again, Helix roared and a special sound attack left his throat aiming at me, the shinning antennae of Brax’s launching a specific wave at me, one of extreme mental might while Renardo launched a powerful dark light at me, all of them attacked me from different sides but I easily waved my hands causing the destruction energy to simple cancel those powers at me, leaving everyone gawking at me.
Brax launched another mental assault, trying to probe my thoughts and create illusions, but my mental barriers held strong. I could feel the pressure building in my head as I countered his attacks with sheer willpower. His four eyes widened with disbelief as he realized that I was not an easy target.
“You’re not the only one with mental tricks,” I taunted, unleashing a surge of psychic energy that pushed back his attempts, causing him to clutch his head in pain. The audience watched in amazement as the two of us engaged in a psychic duel, energy crackling between us.
Helix’s 2nd form may have granted him increased power, but it also made him slower and more predictable. I used my agility to my advantage, dodging his lumbering attacks with ease. With a calculated move, I landed a powerful punch on his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. The arena trembled as his colossal form hit the earth.
Renardo’s dark energy was a formidable weapon, but I was determined not to let it control the battle. With a focused effort, I dispersed his cloak of darkness, leaving him exposed. His eyes widened as his advantage disappeared, and he had to rely on his spearplay alone.
He lunged at me with renewed determination, but I met his strikes with precision and skill. Each clash of his weapon with my hands sent sparks flying, and I could feel the vibrations of the impact resonating through my body. My martial arts ‘training’ allowed me to anticipate his moves and counter with flawless execution.
The audience watched in awe as I danced through the battle, facing my opponents with unwavering confidence. The cheers and applause from the crowd fueled my determination, and I knew I had to push my ‘limits’ even further, plus I had shown to them all that I was not one to be messed with even without using my bow.
Brax, still reeling from our psychic duel, tried to regain his composure. His antennae twitched as he concentrated his mental energy, attempting to launch another attack. But I had other plans. I tapped into my own psychic abilities, using the tattoos on my body to amplify my powers.
With a surge of energy, I projected a powerful psychic wave that engulfed Brax. His antennae glowed intensely, and he let out a scream of agony as my psychic assault overwhelmed him. The audience watched in shock as Brax crumpled to the ground, his mind incapacitated.
“Now it’s just the two of you,” I said, turning my attention to Helix and Renardo. Helix had managed to rise to his feet but was clearly fatigued from our previous encounters. Renardo was without his cloak of darkness, left with only his spear as a weapon.
Helix, in his werewolf form, lunged at me with his remaining strength, but I was prepared. I met his charge head-on, our clash sending shockwaves throughout the arena. With a powerful twist of my body, I disarmed him, sending his massive form sprawling to the ground once more, making sure to add some special powers to keep him inactive for some time into the future.
Renardo, now left to face me alone, brandished his wicked spear. He was determined, and his eyes burned with a fierce resolve. He lunged at me with a series of lightning-fast strikes, his dark energy empowering each blow. But I was ready.
I evaded his attacks with precision and grace, my movements almost dance-like. With a swift and calculated move, I disarmed Renardo, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. He stood before me, defenseless and defeated.
The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as I stood victorious over my opponents. The display of power, skill, and strategy I had shown was beyond their wildest expectations. The chant of my name filled the Colosseum once more.
“Austin! Austin! Austin!”
But the battle was not over. The three defeated challengers lay incapacitated on the arena floor, and I had proven my dominance but it was still not over as I needed to give out some punishments, Helix will definitely suffer for some time but there are still some left.
As I focused on Brax, I couldn’t help but notice that the last member of the group, Tron, had finally recovered from the devastating punch I had delivered earlier. He had returned to his original handsome, human form and was now watching the battle unfold.
Tron’s arrogance had not waned, and he still harbored intentions of pursuing Elda. But I had other plans for him. With a burst of supernatural speed, I closed the distance between us in an instant, catching him off guard. I landed a powerful punch on his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground once again.
The arena reverberated with the cheers of the crowd as they witnessed my dominance over the formidable challengers. The newcomers who had once been a source of concern were now defeated and humbled. The four remaining members of the group exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of frustration and disbelief.
Brax unwilling struck again, mental attacks continued to prove ineffective against my psychic defenses. His four eyes widened in shock as he realized that he had no control over my mind. With a triumphant smile, I decided to play a little mental game of my own. I projected a vivid illusion into Brax’s mind, creating a scenario in which he was completely powerless and at my mercy.
Brax’s screams of terror echoed in the arena as he grappled with the false reality I had imposed on him. His fellow challengers watched in horror as their comrade experienced the full extent of his own fears and insecurities. It was a taste of his own medicine, a reminder of the consequences of underestimating one’s opponent.
With the mental battle won, I decided to end Brax’s suffering and release him from the illusion. He collapsed to the ground, his mental and emotional state shaken. The crowd’s cheers grew louder as they recognized the extent of my power.
Now, only Tron remained. He had recovered from the earlier punch, but the arrogance had been wiped from his face. He knew he was facing a formidable opponent. His blue hair and green eyes seemed to dim in the harsh light of the arena as he sized me up.
Without a word, Tron extended his hand, and a surge of water magic filled the arena. Water rose from the ground, forming a swirling torrent that moved at his command. The crowd watched in amazement as he controlled the element with precision, sending powerful waves and razor-sharp water blades in my direction.
I focused my energy, and the tattoos on my body glowed with an otherworldly light. With a single gesture, I summoned a wall of fire, creating a barrier that vaporized the oncoming water attacks. The clash of elements created a spectacle of steam and fire, and the audience gasped in awe.
Tron’s expression remained serious as he continued to manipulate the water. He sent torrents of water toward me, each one more powerful than the last. But I was ‘determined’ not to be defeated. With a powerful jump, I soared into the air, high above the arena.
As I descended, I channeled my energy into a devastating attack. My fist connected with the ground, creating a shockwave of earth and fire that rippled through the arena. The ground trembled, and Tron was knocked off balance. His control over the water wavered, and I seized the opportunity.
With a final, decisive strike, I sent Tron crashing to the ground, defeated. The audience erupted in cheers, their voices a thunderous cacophony of support. Elda’s voice was the sweetest melody in the chaos, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked at her, the last attack I gave him contained some bits of destruction energy that cut off his much-needed darlings in his balls,
From now onwards none of the boys who fought me shall be able to get their thing up, it will never work for them anymore…
