Chapter 17: Muscular nuisance
With the plan set, Lucy opened the thick iron door, and the moment she did, the cheers of two hundred people cheering at the ongoing battlefield hit his ear.
Zane looked at the arena and the platform. A young man no more than twenty was pitted against a towering six-foot-tall muscular man.
The young man had black hair with strands of white, his body was skinny, and broken shackles held his arms and feet, tearing through his skin as he wore them.
His blood had formed a puddle beneath him, a sign that he had already been pummeled before Zane arrived. The muscular man had a grin on his face as he heard the cheers of the people. He walked toward the young man, wanting to end him.
Zane looked across the arena and saw the Count seated with the knight beside him. He smiled from ear to ear as he watched the fight.
Zane locked on him, and then it was go time. "Lucy, attack," he muttered. She immediately vanished. Zane also shot forward. He crossed the arena in a matter of seconds; barely anyone spotted him, aside from the knight, the muscular man, and the young man that was fighting.
They saw Zane shoot past like a bullet, headed right for the Count. But just before he was able to reach the Count, the knight stepped in, attacking with a slash.
Zane immediately came to a halt and leaped back. The sword missed his head by a few inches. He pulled out his dagger and rolled it into a reverse grip before lunging at the knight.
Clang.
Dagger met sword as both of them were now held in a stalemate. The knight looked at Zane with anger in his eyes, but Haie, on the other hand, could only smile.