"Are you all ready? Today will be the first one on one match for this tournament! This will determine who will be placed in the top 15!" The announcer said as he spoke into the microphone.

Following this, the colosseum erupted into loud cheers and whistles. As the students participating in this tournament and had moved past the first round would be famous. Those who last even longer gain more fame.

So just being in the top 30 was equivalent to being a celebrity almost. So those who were in the top 15 could literally be called a celebrity. For those who get even further, they'd be the ones on top of celebrities.

For those just in the top 30, they can get many things for free if they wanted. For those in the top 15, with a wave of their hands they could probably buy a building. For the top 10, they'd most likely be able to buy a mansion.

As the tournament prize is a lot of money, due to this being pooled in by many hidden clans and sects, as well as the king himself giving prize money.

"Now then, let's introduce RMC1 coming in from the left side. He uses an iron sword with chainmail gear! And on the other side, let's introduce RMC2! He is wearing full iron gear with a mace as his weapon!" The announcer introduced the two contestants as they walked onto the stage.

RMC = Random Male Character

RFC = Random Female Character

"Let's give these two a round of applause for being able to make it today! If one of them were to miss it, they would've been automatically disqualified making us wait for the next match even longer." The announcer said.

"Well anyway, let's begin the match shall we." The announcer said as he signaled for the match to start.

"Haa!" RMC1 shouted as he charged at RMC2.

Seeing this, RMC2 immediately threw his mace towards RMC1.

WHOOSH

Due to being close towards RMC2 from running, RMC1 had no choice but to block it, as he could not slow down his momentum to change direction. If he were to duck underneath, he would end up below low just in front of RMC2's feet making him at a disadvantage.

CLANG

"Ugh!" RMC1 groaned as deflecting the mace had made both of his arms feel numb.

'Just what kind of force did he throw that at me with? Holy crap, my arms feel paralyzed. I need to keep a distance away from him.' RMC1 thought inside his head as he backed away.

"Come on! What are you doing ye' coward! Come fight me like a real man!" RMC2 said as he pointed his mace at RMC1.

"Says you! You threw your weapon at me! You aren't even going to fight me close quarter combat!" RMC1 shouted back at him as he attempted to get his arms back to normal by delaying RMC2.

"Well then! If you say so! I shall come at you!" RMC2 said as he realized RMC1 was trying to delay and immediately charged at him.

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Author : ima hurl

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