Sacrifice: Time of Mine

Chapter 236: True Mortal Battle

The next morning, Avion just followed the one who fetched him. After an hour or so with chains around him held by the person who fetched him, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

It is still the same. Same size of the platform, same look, and appearance. Although the previous one looked a little old, it is basically the same colosseum if compared.

However, the difference is the atmosphere. The surrounding seats were filled while people were cheering non-stop.

It was so loud that Avion had to close his ears to become comfortable.

"Oh, you're finally here, Teller." Jemer pinched his long mustache as he approached Avion.

"Hello, Jemer."

"Je-jemer?" Jemer's face twitched. Normally, a person would give respect to the Elementalist with a higher rank regardless of age.

Not only is Jemer older and has a position of manager, but he is also a Rank Dih Elementalist!

'He is doing this intentionally!' he gritted his teeth. It was good thing the place was loud, otherwise, if others heard the place's manager got disrespected, Jemer needs to do something and punish Avion to regain his face.

On the other hand, Avion was oblivious to this. Even towards Dragonian Sheran, he would talk to her normally even though she's a Rank Es Elementalist in his eyes. How about a mere Rank Dih?

"You should call me Sir Jemer, Teller, I'm higher than you." Jemer tried inducing aura again to pressure this mortal.

"Oh... sorry, Sir Jemer."

'Just a little aura changed you, pathetic!' Jemer smiled.

'I guess he was still the manager in this place. I'm too disrespectful.' Avion thought.

"Good, also your timing. After this match, you're next. So I'll give you this chance to watch what is a real fight." Jemer said as he signaled the host.

The host nodded and raised his hand, "Begin!"

Jemer glanced towards Avion, 'This is a fight in the Top 100, 91st, and 92nd specifically. If this will not traumatize you then you're good to go.'

The fight began between two men. One is shorter but heavier as fat bulged out of his armor. Meanwhile, one is a long-haired man with a slender tone of muscles.

The fat one wields a sledgehammer while the slender one has curved blades on both hands.

"The fat one is ranked 92nd, the Hammerpig, and the other one is ranked 91st, Skinslicer." Jemer introduced the fighters.

"Hammerpig and Skinslicer?" Avion frowned at their titles.

Skinslicer was first to rush as Hammerpig held his weapon close to him. With quick legs, the slender Skinslicer reached Hammerpig within seconds and immediately thrusts both blades towards the fat one's head and belly.

But against Avion's expectations, Hammerpig harshly turned his sledgehammer as if it was a light stick, deflecting the incoming two blades with a clang!

As if Skinslicer expected this, he continued slicing with quick arms.

However, Hammerpig only got a few wounds here and there as he smoothly and continually spun his sledgehammer, deflecting almost all attacks.

Skinslicer was on offense while Hammerpig on defense. They moved all over the stage, doing complicated footsteps on the way.

While Hammerpig was just spinning the hammer with pure strength, Skinslicer was moving both blades forward and back at the same time. That is why he was the first one to get tired.

When Skinslicer was about to retreat, Hammerpig saw this chance and with the great momentum of his sledgehammer, he tried to take offense and smash Skinslicer's slender body to bits!

However, that didn't turn successful as Skinslicer dodged, albeit barely.

The crowd cheered as Skinslicer got hit on the wrist, losing one weapon while Hammerpig was bleeding all over. The former was perspiring while the latter felt his weapon got heavier with quite a distance between them.

"Woah..." Avion reacted. He had been watching Elementalists fight each other that these mortals' fight got him a surprise.

"Skinslicer has the advantage to retreat but he only used it later on when he got tired and when Hammerpig gained momentum. Hammerpig has a great weakness but it seemed that Skinslicer had yet to see it." Jemer commented, enjoying the fight.

As if Skinslicer heard him, he rested before rushing again. The scene repeated as Hammerpig stood in defense, spinning his weapon. But before Skinslicer got tired, he retreated.josei

Continuing spinning the sledgehammer takes great effort but more effort is needed to start and stop it.

If Skinslicer retreated and rushed after many times, Hammerpig wouldn't be able to catch him and will eventually bleed to death.

But something unexpected happened, instead of stopping the spun of his weapon, Hammerpig then threw the sledgehammer!

Skinslicer's eyes widened as he was hit on the shoulder, cracking it loudly.

The crowd cheered again.

Injured and lying on the ground with the hammer on top of him, Skinslicer didn't see Hammerpig rushed to him like a minotaur.

"Tsk!" Skinslicer amassed all his remaining strength and threw his curved blade amidst the pain he was experiencing.

Seeing the incoming blade, Hammerpig either stops his advance or continues. Without hesitation, he chose to continue!

The blade struck one of his arms but he continued and jumped onto Skinslicer. With his weight, even though Skinslicer placed his legs up for defense, he was crushed to death!

Hammerpig was barely alive while bleeding all over the place. However, he still stood up and answered the crowds' cheers.

"You're next." Jemer smiled, wanting to see Avion's terrified face.

"Huh? But..."

"But what?" Jemer smile became wider.

"But they have weapons while I do not have." Avion frowned.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Your opponent doesn't have any weapons too. He uses his fist to demolis-... to defeat his enemies. After the battle, that is when you can choose for your weapon..." Jemer then muttered, "only if you won though."

"Sure, should I enter now?" Avion pointed.

'The loser's death didn't scare him...?' Jemer's face twitched, "No... wait until the stage is cleaned and the winner is healed."

"Healed? But back where I came from, they don't heal the losers."

"Huh? Of course, they don't. We don't want to waste our healers' energy for useless people."

"Is that so. But would I fight with thin chains wrapped around my waist?"

"Ah... yeah... you will." Jemer frowned, 'Why do the higher-ups want this mortal to be chained up? The last colosseum manager got punished for ignoring this order. This mortal is too mysterious... but... he wouldn't live much longer since he will fight the Demolisher, ranked 27th in the top 100.'