The Third Prince Of Darkness

Chapter 138: The winner

As the final round began, a beautiful demon woman with crimson skin and a human man entered the arena. It was their first match, and I still had some time before mine. In this third and final round of the tournament, there were 100 participants. The tournament's structure could be a bit confusing at first.

In short, the top four participants from the second round, who eliminated the most opponents, would face each other in various matchups. This meant that two of the top four would directly advance to the quarter-finals, while the remaining 96 would have to win one-on-one matches to progress. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the top four due to spending too much time with Evangeline.

This meant I had to fight and win against seven different opponents today to succeed.

The participant and match count for the final round are as follows:

Total participants: 100

Round 0: 4 participants( 2 matches, 2 winners. Competitions between the top four participants of the previous round.)

Round 1: 96 participants (48 matches, 48 winners)

Round 2: 48 participants (24 matches, 24 winners)

Round 3: 24 participants (12 matches, 12 winners)

Round 4: 12 participants (6 matches, 6 winners)

Round 5 (Quarter-finals): 8 participants (4 matches, 4 winners. two winners from the top four will start from here)

Round 6 (Semi-finals): 4 participants (2 matches, 2 winners)

Round 7 (Final): 2 participants (1 match, 1 winner)

Right now, the match between the top four participants from the second round was taking place. The crimson-skinned woman, who was exceptionally tall, imposing, and curvy, was throwing punches with such force that the mere airwave created by her fist reaching her opponent could inflict damage. She could also use her long, slender tail as a weapon.

In just a few minutes, this sexy demon woman had defeated the human man with overwhelming strength. This meant she would directly advance to the quarter-finals. However, I wasn't surprised by her power; after all, the woman who had just fought was one of the princesses of the demon realm, and she was a few years older than me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't win her over.

It turned out that the only thing that impressed her was strength, and I had been careful to conceal my own until just a few days ago. That's why I couldn't have a relationship with her

When the next match began, I focused all my attention on it. After all, the extremely beautiful woman with golden blonde hair and crimson eyes in the arena was my sister. She was also the daughter of Isabella, whom I hoped would one day be my queen.

Since childhood, I had noticed that Kayle always had a different personality, but the rumors I had heard since arriving at the academy continued to surprise me. She was referred to as the Bloody Princess or the Crimson Princess, and her faction was one of the strongest in the entire academy.

All the rumors about her described how powerful and wild she was, but it was also said that she was a complete enemy of men. Learning that my sister, whom I had known since childhood, was actually different from the person I knew, was extremely shocking news. Whenever I visited her after she joined the academy, I found her to be quite normal.

She was the same Kayle as always, but it seemed like she transformed into someone else when I wasn't around.

However, I was about to watch her fight for the first time with my own eyes, and I would finally see if the rumors were true. Just before the second match began, she took her twin blades in hand and took her place in the arena with a terrifying smile on her face. As Kayle positioned herself with her sword in the arena, the determination in her eyes mixed with her smile.

At that moment, I was eager to see just how powerful Kayle was. I knew her warrior identity was beyond that of an ordinary sister, but this time I would have the chance to observe her fully.

As the referee raised his sword in the air, the tension in the arena reached its peak. Despite her opponent's strong appearance, he did not intimidate Kayle. Her enemy was a confident warrior, but Kayle seemed to forget that entirely. The sound of swords clashing echoed throughout the arena, elevating the spirit of the fight.

The first move came from Kayle. She dashed toward her opponent and launched a series of quick, graceful attacks. Her opponent tried to counter Kayle's fast and sudden movements but lost his balance under her relentless assaults. Her sword moved like a threatening shadow, passing by the sides of her opponent's arms.

Kayle's agility and technique captivated the crowd in the arena. Within seconds, her opponent had to retreat in a panic. However, Kayle seized this opportunity; she swung her sword, disrupting her opponent's balance and knocking him to the ground. The audience cheered in admiration at her magnificent performance.

Kayle quickly mounted her opponent, and the scene looked as if it had leaped out of a tableau of savagery. Kayle repeatedly thrust her small blades into both sides of her opponent's chest. Blood began to spurt, painting Kayle's body with it. But she did not stop. Her opponent's screams even led the spectators to question his masculinity. Fortunately, the referees intervened and rescued the poor man.

Kayle had advanced to the quarter-finals, but she seemed unhappy, as if the torture she had inflicted on her opponent had been abruptly cut short. Just as she was about to leave the arena, our eyes met. When she noticed me among the spectators, her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly looked away. For some reason, she seemed a bit embarrassed.

What was interesting was that, even though I had disguised myself, she was able to recognize me easily. There could be two reasons for this: either she had memorized even the minor details of my body, especially my face, or she had a talent for revealing who people truly were.

"Mr. Arthur, please proceed to your waiting room and prepare. You will be participating in the second match," said a female attendant.

As the attendant's words echoed in my mind, I headed out of the arena. Kayle's victory and her ruthlessness lingered in my thoughts. At that moment, I had understood her true face and determination in battle more clearly, but now I needed to be ready for my own struggle. Once I was alone in the back room, I took a deep breath.

When the first match of the first round ended within three minutes, it was my turn.

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"Arthur," I thought; I had to prepare myself. I had kept everything hidden until today to win my own fight. Knowing the truth behind someone as powerful as Kayle while concealing my own plans and abilities motivated me even more. I hadn't expected both of us to emerge as warriors.

Now, regarding my first match, my plan was to win as quickly as possible. Especially if I could win within a few seconds, I would leave a strong impression on people's minds. So I walked into the arena with the person in charge and took my place opposite my opponent. As the referee raised his sword in the air, an intense silence fell over the arena.

The excited anticipation of the crowd heightened the tension even further. I focused my attention on my opponent. He appeared to be an ordinary human, but he carried an underlying threat. I needed to win the battle within myself.

The referee lowered his sword, and the match began. My opponent immediately launched an attack, but I was much faster. I dashed past him, and with a swift movement, I caught his weapon in my palm. Gathering all my strength, I used the sword to incapacitate him. Within seconds, I tightly gripped his arms and took a step towards him.

At that moment, it felt as if time had frozen in the arena. The sounds of the crowd, the murmurs, and the screams felt like mere echoes to me. The determination in my eyes merged with the panic in my opponent's. I swiftly pressed my sword against his throat.

Unfortunately, killing someone outright would result in disqualification, so I had to minimize my strength while inflicting a wound that caused blood to spurt from his throat.

The crowd suddenly fell silent. The fear in the eyes of the man collapsing on the ground revealed the horror he had experienced. For a few moments, it felt like everyone was holding their breath; all I could hear was the rapid beating of my own heart. I sensed that time had stopped, but the urge to kill created by this moment and the thrill of the fight intoxicated me.

The referee rushed over to assess the situation. The crowd held its breath, waiting for the outcome of the match. For me, this was the beginning of the battle; my inner determination was stronger than anything else. After a brief silence from the crowd, a woman's scream echoed, further intensifying the tension in the atmosphere.

But fortunately the referee quickly announced the result and changed the mood

"The winner is Arthur Connan!"