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.

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

he was nothing but a mere swipe of a brush on

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

forms, glittering with hues of golden colors, leaned forward against the translucent barrier, their discerning eyes

regal beautiful spirit, mused, her diamond-like

hue agreed, "There are more than forty red spirits and most of them are previously known fighters. Haha, looks

interest in certain fighters, others disdain, but

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

main goal was to give an amazing performance during the trials and hopefully attract the interest

in addition to receiving significant support from their sponsor to

entertainment, but at the same time, they

to put your Ravager in this tournament again, Mr. Atticus?" Lady Iris inquired as she eyed a lean muscular ogre-like man, wearing a dignified robe, making

He responded, his voice rough and

has given it his best and we believe that he should be ready to represent our capital and bring the trophy home." Boss Gideon stressed, his appearance resembling a humanoid

powerful fighter in our city, but it's too soon to proclaim him as the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants for this year's tournament and I am certain that they will give your fighter a run for

won't be picking anyone from

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

for them to fight

"We will see..."

Creek!

chamber door was opened and everyone's attention was attracted to it. When

doing here? I thought you aren't

struggle." Boss Alves responded with a cold tone

came straightway

response as they knew that Boss Alves was known for not having

someone to piss you off, I wonder what