An Extra’s POV

The rules were given.

"No fatal attacks. You are all potential resources that will be useful to the Emperor in one way or the other, so do not take the lives of any of your competitors. Other than that, anything goes."

The stage was set.

"Knock your opponents out, and keep fighting here until the time limit is reached. We are recording everything, so make sure you contribute as much as possible to the elimination of your competition. That will greatly affect your score."

Everyone was ready for what was to come.

"The Examiners are going to excuse you now. The moment we leave this place and shut the doors behind us… the Exam Begins."

Once the Chief Examiner finished his statement, he gestured to the rest of his colleagues, and they all began to depart from the stage.

The Examinees watched with bated breaths—waiting with wide open eyes.

One by one, the officials bled out of the hall, until only few were remaining. However, it was only a matter of time before they all went out of sight.

Beads of sweat, coupled with the racing of hearts, evident by the nervous shuffling of the gazes of Examinees from one to another, afflicted a majority of the people present.

They sought their first prey with careful eyes, gauging them based on many factors; particularly an arbitrary assumption of strength.

—Or weakness.

Finally, the last of the Examiners left the room, forcing the door behind him to close automatically.

Once that happened… all hell broke loose.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!~

The determined Dragons rushed at one another in a frenzy, causing massive quakes and overwhelming explosions in the first few seconds of the battle's commencement.

Spells were chanted, and swift blurs of movement danced around the battlefield.

Foolish Examinees decided to focus on defense or evasion—an impossible task in such a pervasive landscape of battle.

Running away was futile.

Predators had already targeted prey—sometimes multiple at once—so rather than running or hiding, the best way to survive was to fight.

Fight as hard as possible!

The wiser Dragons ensured to properly defend themselves, while focusing most of their attention on offensive maneuvers. Magic and Skills were the central abilities of Dragons—the latter especially—so it only made sense that there were tons of chants bustling through the land battlefield.

and the echoes of groans, grunts, screams, and cries were drowned by the

Over and over again.

happened, everything

Well—

"Ready?"

—Not to two people.

"Yeah."

the commotion around them with excitement. Several

hold it in any

"Let's go!"

~WHOOOOSH!~

but a cloud of dust—as well as the unconscious

first—summoning a blunt blade in his hand and opting for a more Martial Arts-based fighting model than the usual Magic and

but he was also

wasn't like Dragons—even those presently in the hall—didn't have a

few were

his own level of skill, they were…

~WHOOSH!~

catching them off guard as he

him, trying their best

were too

to wind, he easily sliced through them with his dull blade, shattering their bones and

this, however, he noticed a few projectiles being

"Hup!"

into the air and voided the successive bombardments that radiated beneath

avoid his new and incoming adversaries,

all coated in what resemble blazing energies of varying colors—their Mana, no

air, they completed their chants and launched

guaranteed them a surefire

Right? RIGHT?

—Wrong!

~VWUUSH!~

of them while he twisted his body in the

plea could be made, the blade came

~SWUSH!~

ground, and the rest met similar fates as Rey

within seconds, and he was

resume his fun, he noticed a lone figure

hasn't