Death Games
Breakup fight

“The land!” rexcel Sirenca growled as soon as he saw that an obnoxious figure was about to dominate the battle.

“Ah! Wasn't that the fucker back then?!” Aos.

“You are right, it was a fortune to meet him,” continued Crea smiling cunningly. He also pulled a knife from his neck.

“Woah! Assandia (fighter) commander level,” strangle someone on stage. “It looks like he knows how to play it.”

“Devil base,” umpat Rexcel while removing his sword that appeared suddenly in the air.

“Mmm? Isn't that man from your people?” asked a blonde young man who was sitting on the stage.

“Ya, then?” reply Bleria Sirena while glancing flatly at the person asking.

“Should I admit, the charm of the siren nation is indeed extraordinary,” continued the young man who did not ignore the glances Bleria to him.

“Death to you!” crea shouted at Rexcel. He immediately pulled the knife into Rexcel's chest. Quickly, the man immediately dodged while looking down and drew the sword towards Crea's stomach.

But unfortunately Crea was quite agile, he jumped up and rested his hands on Rexcel's lowered shoulders. With a tight grip of the knife in hand, he lay it towards the head Rexcel was about to stab him.

“Good Crea!” Aos looked delighted and prepared for his next attack. A shapeless lump of iron was airing above his left hand, about to start an attack of relief.

“Tes .. test ... test ..” slowly drizzle rain down the earth.

“Rain?” muttered another participant.

“Duaghh!” Rexcel managed to resist Crea's knife attack that led to his head by playing a leg to kick Crea on it.

“Cih, nimble also him,” grumbled Crea stroked his hand that held a knife as a result of being kicked Rexcel. “Rain?” he looked at the sky.

“How is this? Although it was raining, the heat in the legs was still not gone,” continued the other participants with anxious expressions.

I don't know when they should be standing there. With the ground increasingly burning and some participants began to launch attacks to reduce the number of survivors.

“That rain,” murmured Bleria.

“You also noticed it?” added the young man who had asked her to talk.

The longer, the clouds in the sky grew darker and lowered the increasingly swift water droplets. Reve looked up, his calm expression beginning to change. He immediately circulated his gaze around, looking for someone who still could not be expected.

“Reve,” Toz looked at him with an anxious look.

Suddenly, a stream of stinging feathers appeared to the surface. “A-what is it?” one of the participants when they realized it.

“This!” pekik Crea.

“Aos!” zancro shouted to remind him.

“Do-don't!” aos' face instantly changed as the flow of electricity flowed under his feet.

“Blaaar! Bzzt ... bzzt ... bzzt ...” finally an electrical explosion set fire to the arena and caused the uproar of all the eyes that still stood firm to stare at him.

“I-it!” said Doxia was shocked to see the incident in front of her.

The participants were also exposed to the scorched aroma pouring out into the air. However, among so many participants, there are still those who survive with unexpected body conditions. The rain suddenly stopped.

“Reve!” pekik Toz was shocked to see his condition.

One of Reve's hands holding the sword looked charred and let out a slight flow of electricity there.

“Damn it! Almost,” Aos fell down.

The thick mustachioed man who was always with him, managed to save Aos's entourage with the commander-level tankzeas he had just used.

“I thought we were going to die just now,” turn to Zancro while holding tightly his hand that held the spear. His hand twitched pain due to the flow of electricity, so that the spear fell apart just like that.

“It looks like there are still many who survive,” said someone while stretching his hand forward.

“You are right,” replied the man standing beside him. Both of his palms were dripping water onto the ground.

“Dia!” furious Aos was annoyed.

“Uugh... My body,” Rexcel fell down. He had managed to avoid an electrical explosion by jumping up. However, the remnants of electricity that air managed to burn his body even though not as severe as other participants.

“Reve,” Toz tightly clenched his hand.

In a different place, Riz's innocent face was completely shocked to see a familiar face in the arena. “Dia! Isn't he Reve?!” sahut Riz in disbelief. “She's here too?!”

“Mmm? Who?”

“The boy! The boy was my roommate,” explained Riz to Doxia while pointing at Reve.

Meanwhile, the look of Horusca's eyes did not move until it wiped out the participants who still survived.

Of the approximately two hundred more participants, only the twenties still survived with quite surprising circumstances.

“The fastest way to finish off the enemy yes,” even an old man chuckles. Under his feet, a strange root streak appeared to the surface.

“It's old, why can it still last?” ledek the young man who had stretched his hand.

“Excellent! Look her! Her hands were charred,” pointed at a woman with deer horns on the head.

Who else would have meant that opening Reve with a sharp eye to the man dripping water on his palm.

“I didn't think I'd meet someone I knew,” said Riz didn't take his eyes off Reve.

“Hey, who do you think will win?” ask Doxia suddenly.

However, on stage, the exact same question with Doxia also appeared there. “According to you who will win?” asked the blond young man who played the tip of his front hair.

“Come,” Reply Bleria. “According to you how Mr Criber?”

Some people also glanced at Lord Criber, one of the siren elders who often spent time with the streets or training useless disciples. “Entahlah. This ... is not something that can be predicted.”

Meanwhile, the old man who owned the antique shop, still did not let go of the figure of the young man who was forced to follow the competition due to his request. His gaze cannot be interpreted. However, there was someone who realized where the old man was looking from earlier.

“Did the boy attract attention? Because you did not take your eyes off her one bit.”

The old antique shop owner looked at him. “You talk to me?”

The person asked smiled, and took a glance towards Reve. “He's smart enough, sacrificing hands to stay there. But I felt nothing from him, other than luck. That's why I was curious, why are you staring fixedly at him.”

“Entahlah. They have incredible energy. But if there is an ordinary human being able to survive in it, isn't that enough to attract attention?” obviously old man while chuckling.

“It seems, I have a lot to learn from you Mr.”

The old man did not answer, except to glance back at Reve. The aura in the arena began to feel pressing, moreover a woman with deer horns on her head was walking around the arena.

“One, two, mmm. It seemed like there were still twenty-three participants left. How'this? It's possible that they're so great,” chirps the woman.

“Crea, are you okay?!” Zancro looked worried.

“Yes, I'm fine. Although my hands were charred by them,” he clucked in annoyance.

Reve swung the sword from his charred hand. “It looks like you are pretty decent too, as it can still survive in such circumstances,” interrupted someone next to it. “What if you just give up? Maybe you won't be battered later.”

Reve glanced at the person through the corner of his eyes. “If you want to get me the prize, then I will give up.”

“Ah, it seems like you are a stubborn child who likes to joke yes,” the person smiled in satisfaction while raising his hand towards Reve.

“Want to attack me?”

“Just want to reduce the number of remaining participants.”

“Rather than against me, wouldn't it be better to attack them? At least can save your strength,” Reve also played his eyes towards the Aos group.

“Hmm? You want us to cooperate?”

“I don't want you to regret for not beating them first.”

Hearing Reve's words, the person glanced at Aos' group. “Tankzeas (protector), it's quite troublesome.”

On the different side, it seemed that someone was starting to prepare. “Eto, what if we launch the next attack?”

The man whose palm was still dripping water muttered. “Second rain, will be done suddenly.”

“Ah, alright,” reply young man beside her.

“Ah, the heat of this land is really driving me crazy,” old man who still survives in the arena also put both hands together in front of the chest. Slowly the air around him changed, making the participants who noticed him stare at him.

“Basic old bangka,” ketus one of the participants.

“What will it do?” say the horned woman while attaching the index finger of the right hand to the chin.

“Evaseus!” aos shouted at the thick-moustached man.

They seem to understand what will happen next. A thick vortex of wind rolled like a tornado around the old man who had put his hands together. The longer, the wind scroll began to feel painful.

“This hurt my skin,” the young man who had stretched his hand glanced at him. “Eto, it looks like we can't stay still either.”

Some assandia (fighters) and merlindia (witches) began to put weapons and mainstay moves in hand.

“It looks like someone wants to be bait,” cut the guy who wanted to attack Reve. “Mmm? Where is he?” he stared around because the figure he was talking to was no longer in sight.

“Where is the boy?” the old inner pak of the antique shop owner also spoke. He wiped out the entire scene in the arena but could not see the figure he was looking for.

“Reve? What the hell's going on? Where are you?” muttered Toz anxiously.

I don't know what happened, because of the striking wind ability that was being displayed by the red-robed old man, their views were diverted to it. So it is not aware if the figure of Reve who was just silent, it is not visible in the arena.

“Sial! Where's the boy?!” the man who was with Reve was still looking for him.

“This! What happened?!” open one of the spectators on stage.

“Logan, what's up?”

“That kid, he's not in the arena.”

The old man from the antique shop and the person next to Logan turned to him.

“Who do you mean?” ask Mr. Criber to him.

“Do you know where he is Mr?” Logan turned his eyes to the man on his left and did not answer Mr. Criber.

The old antique owner only had a flat face, but clearly he was reluctant to answer Logan because he did not know where Reve was.

While in the arena, a fierce fight had already occurred. Aos' group survives a fierce wind attack that burns the arena with Evaseus's shield of light.

Rexcel Sirenca was forced to resist the attack by throwing energy from his sword. He swung the sword and launched an attack to split the wind magic that was about to devour it.

Two men who caused rain and lightning in the first attack, defending while attacking using the magic of the second element.

And the others, trying hard to defend while counterattacking the old pack of wind magic wearers with their respective flagship abilities.

“Damn it! She merlindia (witch) sucks,” umpat Aos finally.

Even his attack could not function because from earlier it only survived inside the light protector Evaseus.

“It looks like the old man was a merlindia (magician) high-level commander huh. Then the result of this fight is clear,” sidelines Bleria Sirena suddenly.

“What is so right?” between the blond young man who was busy being his interlocutor.

“You can't believe my words Hea?” Bleria looked at him cynically.

“Not that I can't believe what you said Miss. But in the fight, if it does not reach the end, then there will be no answer,” the young man smiled sweetly at him. Making Bleria look irritatedly at his face.

The huge wind scrolls increasingly devoured the surroundings, even all the participants present in the arena were within his reach.

The young electric element wearer also gather strength while taking shelter behind his partner's water wall. A small ball the size of a marble, began to emit a dangerous aura in his right palm.

“This is it! That's true!” cheers of one of the spectators who was on stage. His chirping made the people who were both sitting with him stare wryly.

“Sial, the wind is very strong. If this continues, I can lose,” grumbled the man who was looking for Reve. “Damn it, where's the boy going? Should I start serious? This floor is really hot.”

“Enough to here parents!” shouted the young man who had finished collecting the electrical energy in his hand.

“Deg!” The participants' hearts were shaken.

The wind element that had just rolled up the arena and flew dust into everything suddenly disappeared instantly.

“What happened?” lirih the young man who was still holding the electric ball in his hand. “Uhuk ... uhuk ... uhuk ...” he held his mouth. “Cough? At a time like this?” ogre.

But there is a surprising sight there. Not only the young man, even all the participants also coughed like they were muttering to each other.

“What happened?” He stared at the confused scenery ahead.

“Uhuk! Uhuk ... uhuk! Huh huh? Blood?” said the woman who had deer horns on her head. There was a red liquid on his palm as he held back the cough with his hands.

“This! What happened?” sahut Aos because he also felt the same way. Not only himself, even Crea, Zancro and Evaseus also experienced a bloody cough that stifled the chest.

“Do-don't, dammit. Where are you boy! Out you! Out!” shouted the man from earlier looking for Reve's figure. Blood splattered from his mouth as a result of shouting loudly.

“Who does he mean?” rexcel muttered while removing the blood flowing from his lips. The pain throbbed again in his chest. Like in the puncture of thousands of needles, even his eyes felt heated without knowing the cause.

Whether it was luck or not, not a single elftraz (healer) still survived the fight. Because of the users of the ability of healers and plants, it has already fallen due to the first electrical attack.

“What is possible ..”

“You know something Logan?” asked Master Criber to him who invited another look.

“Maybe, though I'm not sure.”

“Uhuk-uhuk!” the old man who had launched a massive wind attack now fell down because he could not stand the pain in the chest. For the size of the old man, this indistinct attack of his origin was enough to render him helpless.

His gaze began to fade as the pain had already managed to overwhelm his entire body.