EVERNA Arcel Raine's
Mental Champion
Azim Road
For most participants on the freedom fighters side, the arrangement of the opponents in the first round of the Prison Tournament was very unfair.
Actually their thinking is quite reasonable. Logically, every prisoner or inmate should get an opponent with a power that is more or less equal to him.
But the reality is not as expected. Just because he has committed a grave crime, a freedom fighter must confront a judge far stronger than himself. Freedom is almost impossible to achieve, it could be their fight is the same as the execution of the death penalty.
Tapia pa powera? Fighters who feel cheated can only bite their fingers and stare at people who have the status of “suspect” with envy and envy. The atmosphere on the prisoner's podium quickly grew hotter and more tense.
The greatest pressure is of course on the most famous and perhaps the strongest prisoner, Dean Vizier. However, the person who was suppressed was just silent. His facial expression was originally flat, as common sense returned to dominate his mind and heart.
Not yet subsided the pressure from fellow fighters, came another rant from the host. This time the one who appeared and spoke was not the Prison Chief, Marge, but a holographic figure of a very beautiful girl and colorful costumes matching.
One of the freedom fighters who apparently enough “gaul” immediately recognized the figure that is very popular around the world.
“Jeez, dia... Vasty!” exclaimed the man in a violent look with a chin filled with a beard and rough sideburns. “The typical sway of her body and her sweet-sweet voice is spoiled, I will definitely not be able to forget it!”
The virtual girl responded to the comment, “Thank you to those who remember me. Well, I'm Vasty, your virtual guide during this Prison Tournament. No longer lingering, as scheduled, I called the first pair of fighters! From the Freedom Fighters side, the fighter who was once held as the strongest, most popular and most popular MAUL champion of all time in Terra Everna, but is now entangled in a legal trap. Here it is, Dean ‘Jolt’ Vizier!”
Not lingering, Dean got up and walked towards the ring gallantly but calmly, though his hands were still handcuffed.
Vasty continued, “Daan, this is the judge who will be trialing Dean Vizier. A fighter who is reportedly a former VOLSUNG agent who defected, and is now a member of a secret organization. Here it is, Live Azim from Jerian, the land of Antapada Peninsula!”
What appeared was a man who was quite muscular. The mature sapodilla skin is typical of the indigenous people of Antapada. In addition, there is nothing else that stands out or even extraordinary from its appearance.
Only the Azim costume seems unusual. Green clothes combined with a vest and orange trousers decorated with black ornamental stripes. At first glance, it looks like a tiger human demon, but it is not. It was just a cloth that was deliberately made to fry like tigers, animals that became the identity of the Jerian State.
Whether not you know the big name Dean Vizier or Azim did not heed the big name as a professional fighter, Azim walked firmly with confidence.
Almost at the same time, both fighters had already entered the ring. Automatically, the cage on the ceiling is lowered to cover every corner and side of the six square ring.
Automatically, the handcuffs on Dean's wrists slipped into two separate bracelets on his left and right wrists. The bracelet can still limit the power in order not to overdo it to destroy the arena.
Instead, each judge also wore a pair of bracelets that were similar, but of different functions. The bracelet is not handcuffs, so it only serves as an internal energy barrier.
No referee leads the match in a cage. Instead, it was Vasty the holographic girl who stood right at the midpoint of the ring and acted as a virtual referee.
“Both fighters please face each other in the middle of the ring,” Vasty said in a soft but blaring voice. Without much noise and wasted energy, Dean and Azim stood face to face without speaking.
The two had never known each other, let alone met in person in a fight. So it's natural that they behave equally alert. One time just misstep, could-can be lives lost as payment.
Vasty then spoke in a small voice to the two fighters, not so clearly heard in the seat Arcel.
What was clear afterwards was that the holographic image of Vasty flinched and vanished, beveled in speech, “ Judgment begins!” So this is not a fight as usual.
One Aba-aba Vasty is enough to make the two fighters advance in unison and start buying and selling punches and kicks.
Because his position as “hakim” is clearly stronger than his opponent who “tersangk”, Azim took advantage of that position by starting to press the opponent. “High-tall squirrel jumping, anyway can fall too,” he said pasting the saying. “Bedanya, you are not a squirrel and here, once you fall, it is impossible for you to rise and reach your good name back.”
However, the champion-mental Dean Visier is ready with a clear answer. “Good name and reputation no longer matter to me. The important thing is that I'm still breathing, and my son and wife are safe and secure, that's it.”
“Don't the Syndicate take your family hostage so you can obey them?”
“They don't have to do that, anyway I'm now fighting according to the rules. But if anything happens to my family, the Syndicate will feel the wrath of a desperate curious man. Even if not destroyed, they will still lose big.”
Argued like that, Azim was silent for a moment. Then, with quivering lips he spoke again, “Then you will, you must defeat me first in order to be reunited with your family.”
“Tak problems. After all the inner power limit bracelets will help so that we can both go home again to their respective families.”
Azim's turn flinched, then moved away and kept his distance from his opponent. He has been lured into Dean's argument by deliberately retaliating by assuming Azim has a family anyway. And Azim's reaction proved Dean's assumption was right on target.
Realizing he could not surpass Dean in the battle of nerves, inevitably Azim could only use force alone. A form of ground energy engulfed both his fist and his upper body.
“Huh! So you mean you can prevent me from returning to my family? You intend to kill me? Try it if you can!”
Challenged like that, Dean was not immediately provoked. He simply stood his pairs of horses in place, gathering enough lightning energy in both of his fists.