The battle was about to begin. And whether they believed in him or not, all eyes were on Morca.
Would he rise? Would he fall? Or would he defy all expectations yet again?
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The atmosphere in the grand hall was thick with tension, a palpable energy hanging in the air as the battle was set to begin. The crowd murmured in excitement and anticipation, their eyes locked onto the battle ring where two figures one stood poised for combat, and the other seated motionless crosslegged. Yet, amidst the excitement, the referee found himself distracted. His gaze was fixed on one of the contestants, his mind swirling with unspoken concerns.
'Why hasn't he woken up yet?' the referee wondered, shifting uncomfortably. 'Is something wrong with him?' It wasn't his place to question the well-being of a contestant, yet it was his responsibility to ensure that Morca didn't perished under his watch. A moment of hesitation flickered through him before he finally raised his hand, signaling the start of the battle.
At the center of the ring, the bloodstained Vampiro Royal monster studied his opponent with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Unlike the other mindless creatures who acted solely on instinct, believing themselves to be the apex predators of the battlefield, this Vampiro was different. He knew better than to assume victory was his without effort. Despite his confidence in his own abilities, knowing full well he could rip apart this so-called awakened being before him, something about this opponent unsettled him. He could sense something peculiar about the young man named Morca.
Blood was his domain, his power lying in the control of its very flow. Yet, as he focused on Morca, a strange contradiction presented itself. He could see the red substance coursing through the young man's veins, could hear the steady rhythm of his heart... but he couldn't feel it. It was as if Morca existed in a paradoxical state, both possessing and lacking blood at the same time. This anomaly put the Vampiro on edge.
Then, without warning, Morca's eyes snapped open. The moment their gazes met, a single thought crossed Morca's mind: 'Is he a human or a monster?'
He wasn't familiar with the various classifications of creatures, so he was momentarily confused by the sight of his opponent. The Vampiro resembled a human, yet the air of inhumanity around him was unmistakable. However, that fleeting moment of hesitation was insignificant in his eyes. As if shaking off his initial doubts, Morca calmly rose to his feet. His face betrayed no emotion, no fear, no hesitation. Instead, his eyes gleamed with an unwavering resolve.
Something had awakened within him. The clone had roused him from his slumber, igniting a fire that now burned deep within his soul. This battle was only the beginning. He would carve his name into history, leaving an undeniable mark before setting foot in the Academy. No one, not even the high gods... would stand in his way. He would establish his status as Unvanquished, beginning from his lowest and weakest state, proving that even in vulnerability, he was still a force to be reckoned with.
The Vampiro Royal monster, sensing an unspoken threat, subconsciously took half a step back. The instant he realized what he had just done, a wave of humiliation crashed over him. How dare he recoil in fear from a mere human? His shame morphed into anger as he sprang forward, his hand twisting and elongating into a lethal blade. This was the hallmark of the Vampiro Royal monsters, the ability to morph their bodies into weapons of destruction. Their presence was a constant menace to Eden, a looming threat that never waned.
As the battle commenced, the audience erupted into gasps of astonishment. Their eyes were wide with anticipation, many of them holding their breaths. They had all heard of the crimson-black warrior, the devil who had slaughtered forty-nine 1-star creatures and ten 1-star-plus monsters the previous day. They expected to witness his signature move... the Massacre Dance, a slaughter so elegant and ruthless that it had earned its own name.
But what they expected never came to pass.
Instead, confusion rippled through the hall as Morca seemingly vanished from the battlefield. The Vampiro Royal monster stood alone, eyes darting frantically, his expression betraying his bewilderment. The audience, too, was at a loss, their excitement morphing into uncertainty.
Yet, across the hall, five red-masked figures observed the scene with keen eyes. Their expressions varied, each one attempting to process what was happening. Unlike the rest of the spectators, they could see Morca clearly. He was still standing there, right beside the monster, scrutinizing it carefully. And yet, he wasn't truly there, not in the way a normal presence should be. It was a bizarre sensation, as if Morca existed in a realm separate from their own, phasing between dimensions.
That's when realization struck them.
Morca was utilizing a skill... one that rendered him imperceptible to others. It was an advanced technique, masking his form and presence entirely. If not for their own elevated cultivation levels, they too would have been blind to his existence.
Meanwhile, the rest of the audience murmured in confusion, their voices growing louder as they speculated about Morca's fate. Some believed he had already perished, consumed by the power of the 2-star- Royal monster. Others whispered theories, but none could have predicted what happened next.
On the battle ring, Morca smirked, his devilish grin spreading as he studied his opponent. He had been using his unique skill, Blank, which had long since cooled down and was ready for use once more. This ability allowed him to obscure himself from perception, making him effectively invisible. However, before engaging, he wanted to ensure he was fighting a true monster.
"I suppose the remnants of the former Morca's consciousness are still lingering in my mind," he muttered to himself, recognizing his initial hesitation to shed human blood. But that hesitation was fleeting. He had made a promise... to break free from any and all constraints. He would tear down this ring and prove that nothing could restrict him.
A mad grin stretched across his face as he approached the dark barrier that encased the battle arena. His black blade, Avoc, materialized in his hand, trembling as if it could sense his excitement. With a single swing, infused with the power of his Oblivion BladeUnique Skill, the entire battle ring trembled violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across the barrier, and with a second slash, the structure shattered completely, dissipating into nothingness.
The hall erupted into chaos. Spectators surged backward, panic gripping them as they realized the protective barrier had been obliterated. Those who possessed enough power immediately stepped forward, forming a defensive line in case the Vampiro Royal monster decided to attack the crowd.
The barrier had existed to safeguard the audience during battles. Without it, they were vulnerable.
In response, four golden-masked figures appeared at different points around the ring, their presence exuding authority. Above them, the referee hovered midair, his voice booming across the hall.
"Fear not! Rest assured, for the Four Guardian Avengers are here to protect you. No harm shall befall you!" His words worked to pacify the crowd, allowing order to return.
Back on the battlefield, Morca deactivated Blank, stepping fully into view once more. He faced his opponent directly now, the Vampiro's blood-red eyes locking onto him with renewed intensity.
Sparks ignited between them.
The true battle was about to begin.
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