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

mere swipe of a brush on a canvas of

in their luxurious VIP booths,

of golden colors, leaned forward against the translucent barrier, their discerning eyes

a tall, regal beautiful spirit, mused, her

golden hue agreed, "There are more than forty red spirits and most of them are previously known fighters. Haha, looks like I will be spending a fortune on my sponsorship

fighters, others disdain, but

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

an entrance fee straightaway.Instead, their main goal

in addition to receiving significant support from their sponsor to get stronger if they

of entertainment, but at the same time, they had plenty to earn from wagers, s,

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

responded, his voice rough and

us all, but he has given it his best and we believe that he should be ready to represent our capital and bring the

too soon to proclaim him as the winner." Madam Arabella smirked. "I have prepared a respectable batch of combatants

picking anyone from this batch?" Lady

decent, no one has caught my eye to waste an entire sponsorship slot on

for them to fight

"We will see..."

Creek!

attracted to it. When they

Alves? What are you doing here? I thought you aren't

a rat struggle." Boss Alves responded with

the news reached Boss Alves and he came straightway to the Colosseum to watch

that Boss Alves was

you off,