Chapter 389: Informal Tournament
The tournament rules in this backwater neighborhood were simple. Fight until you dropped. Fight until a winner emerged at night.
A winner was then decreed, celebrated, and remembered. A month later, they did it all over again. Fighters could go and fight as many times as they would like, although the cost of silver coins would increase by doing so.
No one was there to tell Dasha—Leon—it was time. The crowd suddenly began to chant his name, and so, it was time to begin.
Dasha approached one of the barrier mages, a hand raised. A gap was created for him to enter and he took his place opposite his opponent. Blaze was a tall, lean man with tattoos of fire snaking up his arms and legs. Bare-footed and in grey chiton robes, his cloak dark green and demonic. Blaze had been beaten only once today due to a surprise attack when his mana was refueling.
But now, he was in the zone.
Blaze must have been related to a demon or a god. His eyes glowed with a mad, fiery light as flames flickered and danced around his fists. This wasn’t control, it was raw instinct.
"I am going to burn you until my own fingertips find marks," Blaze declared.
The magic circle underneath them shimmered brighter and the barrier re-powered itself.
That was the signal to begin.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
The moment the chants began, Blaze lunged forward, his fists and feet engulfed in roaring flames. Smoke streaked behind. Dasha was unfazed. He stepped back, shifting just enough to avoid the initial punch. The second punch was avoided with a flicker of Qinggong. His movements were small, subtle—brutally efficient—but it was as if he could see Blaze’s every move before it happened.