Supremacy Games

As he walked through the Colosseum, many names flew by Felix's head...Some were cool, some were downright bad, but none clicked in his mind.

Just as he wanted to use a random name and be done with it, his eyes were attracted to a gift shop at the corner.

It was packed with spirits buying either take away gifts from their favorite fighters or cheering preps.

This scene made him come up with the perfect name.

'This should do.'

He wrote it down on the card and placed it inside his pocket...Then, he continued towards the heart of the Colosseum where the trials were being held.

A few minutes later...

As Felix stepped into the arena. It was a gargantuan circular stage made of ethereal crystals, shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Its surface was smooth yet durable, built to withstand the intense battles that would unfold upon it.

The arena's periphery was enveloped by towering, translucent barriers that ensured the safety of the spectators while providing them with an unobstructed view of the exhilarating fights.

Seats, formed from the same crystalline material, cascaded upwards in tiers around the arena, accommodating thousands of spectators who came to feast their eyes on the spectacle of power and strategy.

At the center of the arena, the fighters platform stood elevated...It was where the spirit combatants clashed.

At the moment, it was packed with hundreds of spirit fighters, spread out across the stage, their bodies glowing with vibrant hues.

The colors were as varied as the spirits themselves. Some were ethereal yellow while others shimmered in a tranquil green that evoked the freshness of nature.

held the majority. They were like living flames, their bodies flickering and

a brush on a canvas of colors, merging and disappearing

VIP booths, the city's richest spirits lounged in the lap of ethereal

against the translucent barrier, their discerning eyes critically appraising the sea of

exceptionally vibrant," a tall, regal beautiful spirit, mused, her diamond-like eyes carefully

are more than forty red spirits and most of them are previously known fighters.

continued in this vein, some expressing interest in certain fighters, others disdain, but all were engaged, their spirits alight with anticipation and the

elites, held the power to change the fate of these contenders with their

straightaway.Instead, their main goal was

receiving significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if they proved themselves to have the

the same time, they had plenty to earn from wagers, s, the final

Lady Iris inquired as she eyed a lean muscular ogre-like man, wearing a dignified robe, making him resemble an

his voice rough

his best and we believe that he should be ready to represent our capital and bring the trophy home." Boss Gideon

as the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants for

anyone from

does look decent, no one has caught my eye to waste an entire sponsorship slot on him." Madam Arabella acted

for them to fight before

"We will see..."

Creek!

and everyone's attention was attracted to it. When they spotted the newcomer, all of them displayed

doing here? I thought you aren't interested in such 'meaningless' fights." Lady

responded with a cold tone as he sat down next to

signed up for the tournament, the news reached Boss Alves and he came straightway to the Colosseum to watch Felix suffering in agony

as they knew that Boss Alves was known for not

someone to piss you off, I wonder what