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.

the majority. They were like

mere swipe of a brush

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

colors, leaned forward against the

say, this year's talent seems exceptionally vibrant," a tall, regal beautiful spirit, mused, her diamond-like eyes carefully following a particularly aggressive red fighter

most of them are previously known fighters. Haha, looks like I will be spending

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

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

as an entrance fee straightaway.Instead, their main goal was to give an

fee would be paid off in addition to receiving significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if

were doing this for the sake of entertainment, but at the same time, they had plenty to earn from wagers, s, the final cash price,

tournament again, Mr. Atticus?" Lady Iris inquired as she eyed a lean muscular ogre-like man, wearing a dignified robe,

He responded, his voice rough

that he should be ready to represent our capital

Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants for this year's tournament and I am certain that they will

be picking anyone from this batch?" Lady Iris

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

to fight before

"We will see..."

Creek!

and everyone's attention was attracted to it. When they spotted the

here? I thought you

here to watch a rat struggle." Boss Alves responded with a cold tone as

came

by his response as they knew that Boss Alves was

someone to piss you off, I wonder what he