Supremacy Games

"DAMN IT!"

Madam Arabella slammed her fist on the armchair angrily, black lines were already covering her entire forehead.

She invested too much in ScaldingWinter to push him to win the tournament and get excellent results in the heavenly plane tournament.

Alas, her hopes were dashed the moment she decided to torment Felix.

"He is too strong...I am starting to think that only the Ravager, Avalanche, and Goliath the Juggernaut are capable of taking him down in this tournament." Boss Gideon commentated.

"We will see about that." Mr. Atticus said calmly, his eyes placed on Felix who was being avoided akin to a plague in the arena.Not a single fighter dared to target him after his performance, realizing that it was much easier to secure one of the other three slots than attempt to eliminate him.

So, for the next ten minutes, Felix was seen sitting near the edge of the arena with his arm resting on his knee, scanning the ongoing chaos in a nonchalant manner.

Just like the area around him was a banned zone, not a single fight was picked near him, which created a bizarre scene for the viewers.

"What an interesting newbie..."

Standing tall amidst the first group of fighters, the figure of Ravager was as imposing as it was intriguing. He possesses an alluring charisma of a stoic warrior, his icy gaze filled with inscrutable depth, often leaving his opponents unnerved.

His skin has an ethereal soft golden glow, showcasing his status as a newly risen golden spirit. Intricate tattoos adorn his body, swirling around his muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair, a wild untamed mane while his attire of fluid silks mirrors his affinity to water.

His demeanor was not that of one who brags, but of a cold and serious predator who lets his skills speak for him.

This was Ravager, the previous two times champion of Astralis's Spectral Tournament in a row, stealing the crown from the known most powerful fighters, Goliath and Avalanche.

His strength and battle experience were so overwhelming, almost 99% of the fighters join those tournaments for the sake of securing the second or third rank.

He was that overbearing.

Sensing two pressuring pair of eyes on him, Felix turned his head to the side in a relaxed manner and returned the stare to the Ravager in the midst of the chaos reigning in the Colosseum.

Felix and Ravager, standing across from one another, their eyes locked in an intense standoff...The air between them seemed to vibrate, each sizing up the other with silent scrutiny.

Around them, the Colosseum was in a state of frenzy. The ground shook with impact, smoke, and dust filling the air, clouding the vibrant bursts of elemental abilities.

Fighters charged, bellowed, and fell.

shattering the heavens in a spectacular

the mayhem, their unemotional expressions were unchanged, each

eyes spoke volumes more than words ever could. It was clear to

forced to take such weaklings seriously again...Isn't it ironic Asna?' Felix shook his head, breaking off

was as creepily silent as everyone else, Felix imagined Asna mocking the Ravager with her assholish

himself for a moment before his stoic expression retook

laughing

the Ravager caught him in the act and

to glance in

Sometime later...

at last!! With that, we have our four finalists, and first four fighters to

congratulated loudly, "Make some noise for

Clap Clap Clap!!

the vast expanse. It was soon

of the arena stood the four finalists - Felix, The Banshee, Morris, and Miss Jasmine...Besides Felix, the three finalists looked like they had gone through hell seven

battle royal with hundreds of fighters was no easy task and if Felix hadn't displayed his overwhelming

from the arena and the dice were rolled yet again

rapid reparation, becoming brand new in less

one! All fighters please grace

'Avalanche's group.'

lean humanoid bear with snow-white fur that gleamed like a field of

the competition if he prepared

was a replay of a very old

predict the outcome with Felix

expected but

sighed at the sight of Avalanche sitting at the edge of the arena while the rest of the fighters stayed as far as possible

enough to take the risk and fight off Felix -

sought to warm up in those group battles, it was impossible to see them breaking a sweat unless someone joined the competition

were quite exciting but not too explosive with those three

twelve finalists were decided and the competition came to a

...

sitting under the same tree while Karra was cooking a hot pot in

was sent to secure

about the rules, laws, blacklist orders, or whatnot due to all the trades being carried outside of the laws'