Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 75: Noelle’s Fight

Zylus followed in behind, and the guard continued to walk towards the two boulders that had been closed inward.

He slammed his spear to the ground, "Open!"

Krrrk!

The boulders started rolling open over that one command, as the sunlight started pouring. Criminals inside their cells looked as if they had dispersed from reality itself; nothing for them seemed real anymore, nothing at all.

"Hurry up, masked warrior." The guard walked forward as Zylus was lost in the atmospheric crowd around him.

"Yeahhhh!"

"Woohoooo!"

"Come on!"

Yells of excitement didn’t just come from adults, but some kids as well.

"Kids watching this?" Zylus whispered, "A dangerous sight to see."

As he walked forward, he stepped onto the modern greystone below, that shined back at him gently. A circle of stone separated the fighters from the crowd, just like any typical colosseum. But in this case, since it was dark, they had thousands of torches surrounding the arena, giving light to whatever had been held over here.

"Welcome! Contestant number 100!" The commentator within the glass barrier yelled into the microphone he held, "A man wearing a mask with an armored uniform, one that usual cadets would wear. He’s not buff, but he’s hopefully not weak. Noelleeeeee," he paused to roll his tongue, making it sound more dramatic, "Crucifix!"

Zylus looked upwards into where they were sitting, "So, that’s the fifth rank." He whispered, gently gazing more intensely, "Mordain Avaris." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Mordain clearly grinned back at him; it was the mask. The mask made him somewhat curious and excited for what was to come.

Zylus continued walking in behind the guard, towards the middle, with carved in circular edges to properly depict the exact point.

"So, this is what happened?" Zylus gazed downwards, "What even happened to you, Rilik?" he let out a calm sigh, feeling bad for what seemed to be his carcass.

The guard that led Zylus to this area aggressively dragged Rilik by his metal shackles, "You’re lucky we’re giving you another chance! Be grateful you damned murderer!"

The knight, yelling, continuously dragged him in a hesitant motion, back into the cells, where Zylus had just come out of.

Two boulders across from where Zylus came from began rolling oppositely from one another. Light now poured into the darkness that wrenched from over here.

"Welcome! Contestant number 1! A man who doesn’t need introductions. The undefeated criminal." The commentator grinned, and everyone in the crowd went silent, "Zarek..."

He whispered into the microphone, then continued.

"Fross! The strongest criminal, Zarek Fross!"

"Fross?" Zylus wondered out loud, "he might be related to Frey then."

The man beyond Zylus had a grin that ran through his entire face. He had a muscular build, heavily muscular; it was as if he had been on creatine since birth. Zylus didn’t know if it was natural or if Zarek took drugs. He also had scars that covered his entire body, a ripped prisoner uniform of full gray, and, of course, long brownish hair, even more than Frey.

Up until this point, Zylus didn’t even get put into a uniform. But the guard spoke to him about it earlier, that they don’t take away your clothes when you first come in here...

Because it’ll be soon ripped off of you like nothing ever happened.

Zylus tightened the grip of his mask that sat tightly on his face, "Interesting, maybe I can get some information about him off Frey." He whispered, opening his palms gently.

Zarek continued walking forward aggressively. A bigger knight, one that was almost seven foot followed him; they were the same height after all, but Zarek was much larger. His smirk turned serious; his green eyes resembled the evil look that Frey gave away every time she met up with Zylus.

Zylus fearlessly locked his gaze with the man who now stood eye to eye with him. The knight laid his hand just between Zylus and Zarek so nothing dangerous would happen before they announced the beginning.

"Staying hidden under the mask?" Zarek asked, "Didn’t know they allowed it."

"Well," Zylus whispered, "this is a feature only people like me can have."

Zarek remained calm, "Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?" He looked downwards, menacingly, and his brown, luscious hair flapped over him accidentally.

"It means you’re weak." Zylus exhaled underneath the mask, ready to begin the duel.

Zarek simply stared back at him, "I’ll identify you once we’re finished."

"Fighters!" The knight in front of them yelled, "Step back!"

They took their steps away from one another, both of them eager to fight.

"Both of you know the rules, kill if you want, but if you do, then we leave your opponent alive, and you get fewer silver coins," the knight commanded his staff downwards with authority, "got that?"

He paused, then realized something, "Start whenever the commentator says to, or else you are disqualified. And disqualification is the same as the death penalty."

Both of them looked at each other once more, then gazed back towards the guard who led Zarek over here.

"Time I leave," the man suited in armor started approaching the stands, turning around to look at them from a clear view. "This is about to be a slaughter."

Zylus raised his mask as they continued walking backwards to the edge of the arena. Giving both of them space and preparation to create a fair duel.

"The new guy against the veteran!" The commentator yelled above, "Place your bets, folks! Because this will be something to look forward to! Who are you betting on, fifth?"

The fifth rank beside him took away the microphone, "Of course it would be Zarek, when have I not placed a bet on him?" He giggled, and the crowd followed as if it were a harmonious play.

"Well, he said it!" The commentator gently grabbed the microphone back from its handle, "and if you know any better, place your bets on one of the top five words."

Whispers mumbled throughout the crowd, tucking in their thoughts and their ridiculous outcomes to only a specific few, the ones they trusted the most. Their families.

Zylus looked up towards the crowd, waving and then nobly doing a curtain call. The mask fit him perfectly now; he seemed more of a jester than a joker.

But now, his arrogance got the better of him, a look that seemed as though it would obviously lead to consequences.