"Ladies and gentlemen! Today, we present another fighting match, but something is different today. Both of them are here not because of the money, but because of the quarrel between their own lords. This time, whoever wins will represent the right one while the other one is wrong. Before you
place the bets, I will explain what kind of these people first…"
The announcer looked around before continued, "The blue side is a fat boy who have capability in magic. You can see he's just a young and little wizard, but never underestimates him because that fat boy can do ice magic. You heard it right, ice magic! It represents to everyone here that his magic is greater than water magic."
"WOAH! REALLY?"
"Unbelievable! Did he come from Versance family?"
"Whatever is it, the fat boy should be good. I will bet for him!"
The announcer smirked excitedly because the narration was enough to arouse the desire of people to bet. It was indeed rare to see such ice wizard to take a fight in the coliseum. Prior to this, the match between
Baston and Viktor's servant should come up after several matches yet because Baston showed his ice magic, the staff then worked hard to arrange the arena as quickly as possible. Hoping to get a lot of money, they clamored the fat boy first before moving up to his opponent.
"Although the blue side has ice magic, but the red side doesn't want to give up easily. The opponent is a retired mercenary. He has
much experience regarding the battlefield and survival. Don't belittle him because once you show any careless movement, he will rush ahead and slash your neck."
Another uproar came again from the spectators albeit it was less exciting since people were betting for Baston. Inside their minds, they already were sure that the fat boy would win the match. Of course, Paradise Resort as the betting place knew they would be bankrupt if every people here won at the same time so they made the bet became complicated. There were many
options to pick whether Baston would win in 1 minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and more than that. To make thing exciting, there was also a few special options whether the fat boy could win with a specific spell of ice magic or not. Truly, the resort could utilize their interactive choices to make people
bet on their own way.
On the other hand, Baston didn't know and didn't care about it. His priority right now was to delay this fight until he could find where Viktor was at Carpel Inn. There wasn't much time but it seemed it would be very hard
for him to check every room. Not only he would disturb the privacy of the guests there, the puppet would be soon kicked out because he made a trouble for the business. While he was contemplating, he already arrived at the front of the arena. The staff asked him whether he wanted to borrow a certain weapon or not.
"Do you bring your own weapon? If not, you can choose one of these…" the worker pointed at the nearby table, "Since you're a wizard, you might choose wand or staff."
Baston pondered before giving different answer, "Can I choose a sword?"
"What? Why?"
"Because I want to try a sword…"
The staff was dumbfounded but it was out of his control to order the participants to pick the suitable weapon for their talent. Although
there wasn't a rule for picking different weapon than what they usually used, the
worker still advised Baston not to be foolish against his opponent. Clearly, the man thought the fat boy was too arrogant and overconfident with his talent on ice magic. Despite knowing the problem, the man wouldn't stop it since it was the participant's decision. Paradise Resort was only responsible of how getting the money by accommodating the betting.
Each of participant then came out from each room and facing each other. The red side was represented by Viktor's servant, holding a sword with arrogant expression. When the man saw Baston coming out to the prepared
arena, he was dumbfounded because the picked weapon was very unexpected. The
information about Baston said that the fat boy was a wizard but right now, he
questioned whether there was a mistake when gathering all the information. Even
though he and many spectators were very puzzled, the match needed to go on.
"What a surprise! Both of the participants are using sword. I can't comprehend what is going to happen after this, so let's the match… BEGINS!!!"
The announcer was also baffled but he couldn't stop the fighting since everyone had been already waiting for a few minutes. Though people wanted to question whether the announcer got the information wrong about Baston, the match had already started and Viktor's servant was still pondering hard what he should do. The man never thought the fat little wizard suddenly showed another variable on him. A question popped up whether Baston really could use sword or he was just bluffing.
"Don't just stand there… Make your move…" Baston taunted.
"You… You will regret this…"
The man gritted his teeth, rushing to Baston in a moment before striking with his sword. The sound of clashing soon reverberated around the coliseum. Baston easily faced the sword and started to strike back. Of
course, Viktor's servant had big experience when handling this kind of fighting as the mercenary. He tried to push with his strength, even using his leg to kick the fat boy. Still, the fat boy strangely didn't back down after taking the kick. Baston soon started to attack repeatedly, kicking his opponent sometimes if an opportunity came just like what the man did. The spectators
were clamoring while Luke was flabbergasted, seeing such fat boy could deliver continuous attack.
As a knight, Luke knew exactly what was the hardship of sword training. When he first grabbed his first sword and tried to swing it,
the center of gravity would easily go off and soon, he would lose the balance before falling off. It was just the first day and after that, he started to forget how many times he swung the sword. Exhausted with bruised hands, he kept doing it until he was used to such harsh training. Because of that, he knew how hard to attack and defense at the same time. Baston didn't only swing hard but
he also took the opponent's attack with his sword. Every time the weapons made a contact, there was a pang sound reverberated, making the blood over the
spectators boiled excitedly. The fat boy pushed further relentlessly, ignoring the damage to his hand and wrist each time the swords clashed. Even Viktor's servant couldn't handle repeated attacks, making him to move back to rest his hands for a while before keeping with the pace once again.
"CLANG!!!"
"CLANG!!!"
"CLANG!!!"
"KEEP GOING! SLASH HIM!"
"DON'T GIVE UP! MY MONEY IS WITH YOU!"
"ALMOST! ALMOST THERE! PUSH IT FURTHER!!!"
Despite being just a fat boy, many people were cheering for Baston. It was because he showed tenacity and persistent attitude from the start until now. In this place, everyone didn't care whether the fighter was too young or too old. As long as they could hold their own weapon, it was enough to participate and proved their worth. Initially, Baston wanted to delay the time but when his other puppet didn't have a clue regarding his target, he knew he had to find another way to lure Viktor out of his den.
"Don't mess with me! Take this! ARRGGHH!!!"
"CRACK!!!"
Just when Baston pondered the next action, the man flared up and quickly hit Baston's sword hardly. Since the fat boy held tightly, the sword didn't fly away but his wrist made a cracked sound. Some people gasped,
thinking his bone was broken. The man didn't waste this opportunity and soon, he rushed over to give a deep thrust over Baston's head. At that moment, the mana around moved around and manifested into an ice wall between the two participants. The spectators were shocked before cheering even more. The fat boy displayed such big talent over the crowd for being good with magic and sword. By this fact, Baston could become a wizard or a knight. The choices were in front of him.
"Amazing! Such a young kid is very talented…"
"I wonder where he comes from. If his family is not a noble, then I might make him enter my family…"
"This person is indeed very rare. He can cast ice magic plus his skill in sword is quite good. Although there's nothing awesome, but still, everyone can hone their skills as long as they are used to harsh training…"
"My daughter can be paired with him. I think as long as I can persuade this fat boy with money, a little title, and a good girl, he will
agree with my request…"
Baston never thought in his dream that many people started to have hidden intention after watching such talented young kid. Luckily, not all people like to this because most of them were here just to enjoy the show and to bet the money they had. Down at the arena, the fat boy stayed further from the ice wall he created and looked at his wrist. The opponent sneered at him because with such broken hand, Baston must surely lose.
"Don't think about surrender since I have to let you suffer for a while…"
Baston smiled, "I can't suffer, you know…"
Viktor's servant never thought the one he dealt a blow was actually just a puppet. Because it wasn't the real him, it was right to say he couldn't suffer. There was no pain even the puppet was inflicted big wound.
However, the opponent didn't know what it meant, thinking that Baston only wanted to waste the time. Before he could strike, the fat boy did something unimaginable. Everyone could see Baston grabbed his hand and slowly turned it upside down until his bone positioned into the right place. The loud cracked sound reverberated at the coliseum, making people sensed this fat boy was a
crazy person. He didn't even shout painfully after he fixed his hand forcefully. It was okay to heal such broken hand with magic but to get it right manually made everyone here felt painful. The spectators were trembled and uncomfortable because if they replaced Baston, they must be screaming right now. They believed it was hurt and torturous. No one wanted such experience to be
remembered.
"Damn! That fat boy is savage! He dares to fix his hand with no magic!"
"No wonder he can endure his opponent. It seems his body is already used to it."
"He's very talented. I hope his opponent doesn't kill him!"
"Please be lenient! Don't press further!"
It was a second time for Baston to fix his hand forcefully. He thought it was nothing special yet it seemed that many people were
flabbergasted by his ability. Even the toughest one would grunt, not to mention
such a young boy like him. By then, everyone realized Baston was such a
hardcore person. Noticing the treatment the fat boy got, Viktor's servant didn't look good. He knew if he let his opponent be, the one who was bounded to lose was him in the end. The puppet owned by Baston would never get tired and as long as he kept the safe distance, he could win easily. However, the fish had not been caught and time was ticking. Baston worried once the target moved from Carpel Inn, it would be very hard to locate him for a second time.
"Well, I guess I have to make a bet…" Baston thought.
Delaying the time for winning or losing to find Viktor was a failure. Because of this, Baston decided to change his way of thinking. If
looking into his target wasn't successful, then he needed to lure Viktor out from his safe place. There was no guarantee that his plan would succeed, but it didn't hurt to try on the man. At least, it had big possibility after he knew what Viktor was like from the information guild.