Seven men in a formation had a golden Aura covering their entire bodies, fear and panic were in their eyes as they held their ground. Opposite them was a man covered in blood, his white hair and red eyes made him appear like a demon.
Handsome as he may be, his temperament was anything but a gentleman's. The currently blood-soaked arena stood testament to this truth. Severed bodies, mutilated corpses, and dismembered limbs adorned the surroundings like furniture.
The way the white-haired man slaughtered the people would be something the audience would never forget. And now, the last seven opponents trembled in fear for his next move. Seven greatswords made from monster bone were placed around the arena in a formation. The seven men were like an offering to a demon summoning as they stood at the very center.
One of the men asked in a shaky voice. "Friend, can we discuss this like civilized people? We only joined for the money. It's not like we intended to kill people." Unbefitting his burly appearance the man continued to plead to Hiro to buy time.
There were only nine minutes left till the hour was over. If they can remain at the arena, they can continue with their points. But if they are kicked out they will not be allowed to join the 2nd battle and can only join the third.
Hiro didn't reply and started to remove the greatswords one by one. Again his opponents tried to reason with him. "Friend your power is amazing! You must have worked hard to gain such power. We have some clout in our hometown. Would you like to go with us? We will grant you all the food, drink, and women you would ever desire!"
From the butcher's demonstration, the bangers already knew they could not defend against his savage might. But for some reason, Hiro had yet to attack them.
The group tried to rally the others but no one paid attention to them. When one of them tried to take a blow from Hiro he got all the bones in his entire left arm broken.
If Hiro didn't intend to kill them, they would also choose not to antagonize such a monster. Inwardly all of the bangers intended to return home right after the battle. What use would money be if you aren't alive to spend it? When Hiro finished receiving all seven of his great swords he then looked towards the seven men.
"I kept you all alive for one purpose. To serve as a benchmark to others. Your group has formidable defensive capabilities. I will attack with a sword once. If you manage to defend you can leave with your lives."
At the butcher's announcement, the group nodded and began executing skill after skill to buff their group. Like a turtle, they began conversing themselves in armor, calibers, and physical shields. Surrounded by so much defenses calling the bangers a circular wall would be an understatement.
In truth, they looked like a small fortress. Considering their gear, skills, and even their stats as System users it is already a given they were more resilient than even the city walls of Partisan.
Hiro, who saw the robust defenses smiled at their demonstration. He needed them to be as sturdy as can be for his purposes to be achieved. The man already demonstrated his overwhelming strength which none could overcome.
His speed surpassed that of his opponents you would think they were standing still. Through both most already knew he had a lot of Aura and Spirit. He had yet to show his last caliber though. And he wanted everyone watching to know that he had all three.
When the bangers finished their preparations he invoked one of Eternity armament's swords. A wakizashi appeared on his lower back, Hiro took it and covered it in mana. The small sword then grew to the size of a regular katana. Hiro then made an Iai stance and invoked his skill. "[Shiranui]."
The butcher quickly drew the blade and sheathed it in one move. No one could follow if he came closer, but the mana covering the weapon in Hiro's hand suddenly dissipated. After recovering his weapon Hiro then proceeded to leave the arena. Dumbfounded why he would do so, the referee stopped him and asked.
"Participant Hiroto Musashi, are you willingly disqualifying yourself? You would retain your points but would not be unable to fight in the next round."
Hiro then smugly answered. "I am the last combatant standing you should add 100 points to me and end the round." Perplexed the referee tried to reason with him. "What are you talking about the banger's battle harem is still on the battleground. You still are not qualified to be the king of the hill."
The butcher ignored the referee as he walked away. Once he passed the referee he then spoke in a discontent voice. "Look again. Do dead people still count?"
Upon hearing Hiro's remark the referee quickly went up the stage to check on the bangers. They had yet to move or show any change after Hiro attacked them. To his surprise when the referee approached them the calibers surrounding them vanished and one by one the men fell to the ground.
When the official checked their eyes rolled back and turned white. Still covered in armor the referee used his AGI to verify the men's life signs. Despite repeatedly checking he could not find any. What he had were seven corpses still in their armor with no sign of injury, well six as one of them had a severely injured arm.
"What the hell happened to them?" the referee couldn't help but exclaim. None of the bodies showed any signs of injury. All the armors were intact and devoid of any trauma, impacts, or depressions. Yet all seven men were dead in every sense of the word.
The audience got frightened a new at the spectacle. They believed the Wolfen butcher was nothing more than a powerful brute. However, he killed the seven men without touching them, after allowing them to prepare with everything they had.
As the referee announced that the butcher was the king of the hill the crowd got unsettled. None cheered, and the audience remained silent. The demonstration that just happened frightened many of them out of their wits.
They all continued to gaze at the back of the butcher as he left. The man didn't even need to physically attack them. He could have just as easily taken all the participants out with a single slash.????????????????????????????????.????????????
They did not understand why Hiro would do such a thing. Yet all of them understood. The power of the Wolfen butcher is too overbearing. And many felt it was like a deep well that did not have a bottom. After a few moments, they all snapped out of their daze and began making noise.
Whatever the goal of this lunatic was, whether it be good or bad. Something was going to happen, and they were certain the powerhouses would all need to take heed. A new hegemony would arise. One that would revolve around Hiro.
The Referee then announced the time for the next battle and field teams started clearing out the dead and repairing the arena. Many headed to the betting stations to check what happened to the other matches. One of the people asked. "What battle harem is the Wolfen butcher from?"
"It was three swords or something. Why?"
"Well, I think my eyes are not working. Because the bets are saying Three Swords won nine King of the Hill matches. See their points? They have over 4000 points already."
