In order for his plan to work, Baston needed to make everyone got agitated first. Judging by the situation, people already expected
him to be the winner since the opponent already looked tired. Although Viktor's
servant had big experience when handling this kind of fight, he would lose in any moment since he ran out of stamina. The atmosphere by then didn't feel exciting anymore since everyone could predict the end. Because of this, Baston would need to awaken the exhilarating moment once again.
With the help of ice magic, the fat boy first froze the man's leg so his movement was limited. After this, Baston rushed to the man,
clashing with their swords for a while. The servant could only defend since he couldn't move his legs anymore. He wanted to forcefully step up but afraid once he lost the balance, everything would end badly. Trying to broke the ice was also useless because Baston would block the sword every time the man took an opportunity to shatter the ice on his legs. By doing this, the fat boy looked
like the one who was playing around with the man. It was really despicable and Viktor's
servant could only curse Baston inside his head.
"You can't fight anymore, right?" the fat boy sneered, "I won't let you surrender easily by the way."
"Damn you, kid! Once I get out from here, I swear I will torture you many times!"
"Bullshit! You can't even fight back and you dare to threaten me? In your dreams!" Baston slapped the man's cheek hardly.
"YOU! IF YOU ARE A MAN, FIGHT ME HEAD ON! WE WILL USE ONLY OUR
FIST TO DECIDE THE WINNER!"
"Do you think I won't dare to do it? Throw your sword out of the arena and then, we will fight until death!"
With the statement, Baston threw his sword far and out of reach. His opponent was dumbfounded because he never thought his taunting was effective. Truly, a kid was just a kid in the end. They were still innocent and
couldn't process enough what their advantages and disadvantages. By doing this, Baston simply threw away his victory. The man followed him gladly by throwing
his sword out of the arena. The ice magic before quickly was receding in no time, making the man could move freely. Before giving any time for Baston to react, the man gave a blow to the stomach.
"BAM!!!"
"Damn, that must be hurt!"
"That boy is very stupid! Why he wants to give a chance to his opponent to strike back?"
"Alas, he is just too young, unable to comprehend much in life…"
The spectators lamented their winning to become probability again once Baston gave up his sword and made the rest of fighting with fist only. The one who bet on Baston cursed him while the one who bet the man was very happy and they appreciated the fat boy very much. This time, everyone didn't know who would be the winner since every participant had the same chances. Even though so, the blow to Baston's stomach looked painful. They believed it would make the fat boy started to lose slowly.
"Ha… ha… ha… How are you feeling little boy?" the man gave sinister laugh, "Don't blame me for your defeat. Blame yourself for being stupid."
"I want to say…" Baston readied his kick, "Your punch is so weak that I hardly feel anything."
The man thought Baston was just bluffing before the kick came from the bottom to the stomach. Since he already had 3 elements on him, everything was strengthened from his physical body to his own magic. Because of this, his kick packed more power and it gave more damage to the opponent. It even made the man got thrown back a few steps, holding his own stomach that looked more
painful than what Baston felt. The people were shocked silly before they began
cheering back.
Viktor's servant could only gnash his teeth. Because of the slapping and kicking, he started to lose his rational thinking. Baston
humiliated him too much and he felt the fat boy must pay the price. He rushed and lunged into his opponent, giving a punch over the face. As an experienced mercenary, whenever there was a fight between people, he remembered once you knocked over their head, they must surely lose the balance and having difficulty on their sight. Sometimes, he happened to experience that feeling
and it was very uncomfortable. It was helpless situation since he couldn't think straight and could only defend. He hoped Baston had the same effect but unfortunately, the fat boy looked fine. It was just a puppet and that was why Baston who controlled it didn't have the same pain as his opponent wished.
After that, the match continued. From the expected victory until now, people couldn't see whether their betting would be right or not. Sometimes, Baston would take the initiative in his movement and sometimes, the man took a rush attack on the fat boy. From the simple punching and kicking, it
started to become out of control. The man tried gouging Baston's eye and the fat boy struck back by give a deep impact to the crotch. Any man who saw that somehow having the same experience although it wasn't them who took the damage.
All in all, both of the participants fought like the barbarians. In front of people, they displayed their raw power with just their
own fist. Baston never used magic again, making the match depended on how long
everyone could last. The man gave a punch and the fat boy returned it. Although Baston wasn't an adult, but his strength already reached that level with the help of the old book. Baston didn't take the damage directly through the puppet but he had to convince his opponent to think he was also at the end. If he showed tenacity and perseverance over the time despite the exhausted stamina,
someone would find it strange. In the end of the match, Baston fell to the floor, leaving the bruised and badly wounded man stood alone in the arena. The referee was dumbfounded silly before he came back to his sense. He soon checked whether Baston was unconscious or not.
"HA… HA… HA… I WON! YOU! FAT BOY! YOU ALREADY LOST!!!"
"HE WON!!! HE WON!!!" the spectator started to applaud.
"YES! I WIN BIG THIS TIME!!!"
The man almost lost the balance, struggling to stand up despite so many wounds on his body and face. On the other hand, Baston never had any wound in this terrible fighting. He just looked disheveled, fooling everyone to think he also was hurt badly. Luke from far was afraid something happened to the fat boy. He could only clench his fist, unable to get revenge to Viktor's servant. Despite the urge, he soon calmed down because Baston
should know what he was doing. The fat boy wasn't a simple one so he believed everything was according to the plan.
When the referee checked Baston, the fat boy slowly stood up. There was an uproar from the people, thinking there was still a hope. The cheering was getting intensified and Viktor's servant was cursing Baston many times. How could he still have energy to fight back? How could a fat boy win
against experienced mercenary? The questions popped up one by one but no one
could answer it. The fat boy looked exhausted, but his eyes was still brimming
with spirit.
"YOU! WHY YOU STILL STAND UP?" the man screamed, "YOU SHOULD LOSE! YOU ARE NOTHING IN FRONT OF ME!"
"I WON'T LOSE!" Baston answered heroically, "I PROMISE MY FRIEND TO WIN, SO I MUST WIN! THIS IS THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!!!"
The fat boy suddenly ran toward the man, giving the uppercut to his chin. The mind told to defend hurriedly but the body couldn't respond since it was already out of energy. In the end, the man saw Baston gave him a finishing blow until he lost consciousness. It was dark and he didn't know anything from
then on. This time, the referee quickly checked on the man. After probing it for a few minutes, he then declared the end of the match. This cruel fighting today was won by Baston. Another uproar came in from the spectators, shouting to the sky while applauding for the winner.
"YEAH!!! THAT'S MY BOY!!!"
"HE WON!!! HA… HA… HA…"
"THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST FIGHTINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
It was hectic and chaotic with many surprises in the middle. The simple match turned into an exciting match with just the fist. Some people were happy and some people were not. It was because there must be a winner and loser at the betting today. Luke heaved a sigh of relief since Baston won. Even though he was wounded, it seemed the fat boy could still persist. At least, Baston was still alive and he was satisfied with that. In the meantime, another
puppet who was a guest at Carpel Inn was having a conversation with other people right now.
"Ah, I see… So, you are here because there's an important meeting to attend…"
"Yes, exactly…" the disguised puppet replied.
"It's kind of expensive to hold a meeting at Luminos City. Other than nobles, I can't picture who dare to spend a lot of money just to stay here for a short conversation."
"True… true…" another person added, "This man must be a noble then, but it seems he doesn't want to introduce himself to us. There must be something fishy here. I guess it's related to a woman…"
"Ha… ha… ha…" the rest of people laughed.
At this time, Baston's puppet was having a short conversation regarding the business. Most people treated all visitors in Luminos City must be seeking a pleasure for coming here. That was why people around thought the man were faking his humbleness. Even though there was no way to confirm whether what the man said was true or not, but people didn't mind it. They were just hanging around the lobby and somehow, many guests around gathered once the man initiated a conversation.
Baston controlled the puppet to speak less while keeping the smile over the other guests here. He only needed to start a conversation and someone would soon join them. As long as they discussed about the money, everyone must surely interest themselves in this small group. The fat boy could sense most of them here was nobles and only a handful of merchants were lingering around them. They didn't dare to cut off, only watching the commotion while nodding from time to time. It seemed the status was also very important because even though everyone was a guest here, but they were divided into each of class. The puppet blended perfectly between the nobles so no one suspected him. Suddenly, there was a loud voice coming to them.
"DAMN IT! SUCH USELESS MAN! HE EVEN CAN'T BEAT A LITTLE BOY!"
Everyone at the lobby was startled, discussing who was that. While the guests around kept questioning inside their heads, the puppet controlled by Baston slowly smirked. It looked like his plan was successful. He was afraid that Viktor didn't take the bait but luckily, he guessed it right
based on daily routine and behavior that the man showed over the years by information guild. A few guests noticed the man looked happy, asking if there were some good news.
"I'm just happy because my woman finally visits me…" the man simply replied.
"Ha… ha… ha… I know it… No one take the business seriously. As the visitor in this city, the one we seek must be a pleasure."
"Alright, everyone… Let the man leave so he can have a fun time with his secret woman."
The others laughed heartily, leaving Baston who was sighing inside. If not money, what the man could think about must be a woman. It was a simple behavior and he successfully fooled everyone here. The man then excused himself before his smiling face disappeared completely. Judging by the source of the sound, it came from upstairs. Baston then slowly walked ahead toward his
target.