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.

red and orange auras that held the majority. They were like living flames, their

them, he was nothing but a mere swipe of a

Colosseum, nestled in their luxurious VIP booths, the city's richest spirits lounged in

against the translucent barrier, their discerning eyes critically

beautiful spirit, mused, her

draped in golden hue agreed, "There are more than forty red spirits and most of them

in this vein, some expressing interest in certain fighters, others disdain, but

their marketplace, the fighters their commodities, and they, the elites, held the power to change the

entrance fee straightaway.Instead, their main goal was to give an amazing performance during the trials and hopefully attract the interest of those rich

significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if

doing this for the sake of entertainment, but at the same time, they

Lady Iris inquired as she eyed a lean muscular ogre-like man,

responded, his voice

crushed us all, but he has given it his best and we believe that he should

the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants for this year's tournament and I am

won't be picking anyone from this batch?" Lady

waste an entire sponsorship slot on

them to fight before

"We will see..."

Creek!

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

you aren't interested in

Boss Alves 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

peers were taken aback by his response as they knew that Boss Alves

to piss you off,