There were three opponents awaiting him in the ring set up in a party type fashion.

One looked like he wielded two daggers and light armour a bit on the short side but he was mostly covered up so Spencer couldn’t tell much about him.appearance wise most likely a DPS type assassin or thief was his first thought maybe a ranger of some sort.

The man next to him was of orcish decent big, ugly but in full on heavy plate and a giant sword that looked closer to an anime like sword then anything practical.

The third member was a elf much like Allen but normal height wielding a bow that seemed to be forming itself and arrows with runes.

In other words a typical team a tank DPS and a ranged if they had a healer and a mage they would be golden but it was just reduced to a elimination order for spencer. Ignoring most of what the announcer said the gong was sounded.

Anon sprinted straight past the Orc and the mystery and appeared in front of the archer swinging his right fist at his temple he quickly continued into a reverse elbow continuing his momentum he swung his left towards his liver than a right hook to the temple and a reverse heel kick to the same temple.the

Elf slumped down unconscious the Contest system was designed so that a person couldn’t be killed this meant that no lvl XP was granted but skill XP was. There were only two opponents left while the tank would be slow the DPS was the issue now.

Moving close enough to the Rouge to enter hi range so that the man would an attack moving his body and moving away he managed to pull the Rogue further and further away from the tank.

As the rouge attempted to stab Anon again he grabbed a wrist and with a snap the wrist was broken. Spencer actually liked this critical feature instead of a random percent chance of happening it had to hit a weak point this allowed for crippling effects one could break bones and joints. Continuing with his fast pace he quickly kicked the knee to the side then a quick knee to the head he was down.

The hard part was going to be the orc. there were two types of plate mail, in general, the ones that focused on protecting the front and had little armor on the back or the ones that were basically an encasement in armor.

The orc was encased in armor both front and back if he had the other type Anon could strike the knees possibly dislocate it and win now all that would do would maybe make him fall over. Not that it was perfect and had no weak points considering he knew of 2 he could exploit,

Weakness hips and armpits joints. AS the orc raised his giant sword Anon dove forward rolled and threw an elbow into the back of the orc’s knee rotating with the blow he punched the other knee in the back as well.

With that, the orc dropped, however, he wasn’t going down without a fight using pure arm strength he swung the giant sword and hit Anon sending him into the wall Spencer watched as most of his HP bar disappeared luckily he had jumped with the sword to lessen the damage if not he would have probably have died.

Looking at the orc Spencer had three options left the right arm left the arm or both an individual arm was the easiest but the other arm might reach and with the orc's strength Anon would be more of a slime than a mine after he got finished.

Getting both was harder. Before he gave it a second thought he shot forward slightly towards the back of the orc. The orc attempted to hit him with his sword but Anon ducked grabbed his forearm pulling it behind him trying to reduce the pressure the orc went to maneuver himself with his other arm only for it to be caught when it went behind him a foot was expertly placed between his shoulder blades.

Then his arms began to feel that they were being torn out with the sound or spaghetti being cracked the orc passed out. both shoulders dislocated both knees broken or dislocated for the people gathered it was a barbaric way to win there were contests for the majority of fighting styles including hand to hand but none of them promoted destroying the opponent even the styles themselves were either for defending one’s self or finishing a fight quickly not to cripple the enemy.

Anon walked out of the arena in silence the fact that he stood alone against 3 Lvl 10’s was amazing for his LVL even more so that he did so weaponless and then brutally beat the others down there was nothing they could say.

An hour after the fight a little hobbit came into the casino everyone who knew what had happened could only walk the other direction mostly due to the fact that the Hobbit was a friend of the man from the arena Anon. They had never thought they needed to get his name as he was some drunk who had a lucky streak.

Now, however, he was a legend a man who could bankrupt casinos and the nobility who had no name. As soon as spencer arrived he was escorted to the Boss’s room.