Nameless King

"Wain Norheim, enter the arena!"

Wain smiled slightly and stepped forward. Demons and other spectators stared at him intently and studied him. Many of them were here around the clock and could only tell by their appearance whether or not it was worth betting on a fighter.

"Is that the elf with the dark hair? How unusual, but his aura inspires respect, so powerful and dense."

"Yes, I wonder who he will fight? I hope I can make a few more interesting bets today!"

"Something tells me we won't be disappointed."

The audience discussed the new fighter and made their plans. Elves were rare guests in Demon towns, especially those with this appearance.

"Wain, is this your first time here?" Zeta asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Good, then I'll quickly explain the rules to you. My name is Zeta, and I am the judge. Only fists and physical power are allowed, nothing more. You choose your own opponent."

"Hmm?"

"You can either fight a guest like you or anyone else in the arena."

"Huh, is the viewers in the mood for a fight?"

"Of course, guy!" The White Demon said, "We came here to watch the battles and make bets, but we are Demons, and none of us would turn down a challenge from a strong fighter. If you want, I can fight you!"

"Me too!"

"You are too active. Unfortunately, guests rarely choose this option."

"Wain, what will you do?" Zeta asked.

He looked around and said, "I can fight whoever I want, right?"

"Yes, choose whoever you want, there are no restrictions."

"Good, then I've decided who I'll fight." Wain muttered and pointed to the chosen one.

"Ahahahaha, I knew I was going to see something different tonight!"

"Great! This is what we've all been waiting for!"

"I forgot the last time this happened!"

The audience was pleased with the result, but someone was confused because Wain pointed to Zeta.

"You said I could pick anyone, or does that not apply to you?" Wain smirked and said.

"Huh, don't be so cocky. Of course, I don't mind fighting you, I'm just a little surprised. Many people don't even know you can fight a judge, but you have a lot of guts or self-confidence." Zeta said and stepped away from Wain.

"Place your bets, you have one minute, I won't wait any longer!" Zeta said stiffly, and the viewers shuddered.

"It's easy money!"

"Man, I thank you for such a unique spectacle, but you made a mistake. There's no way you can beat Zeta, she's the strongest here, but you'll get valuable experience either way!"

Wain decided to fight Zeta, as he was impressed by the ease she brushed aside two strong fighters. He didn't want an easy win, it didn't make sense.

"Zeta, can I bet?"

"Yes, but if you bet on me and lose on purpose, you'll be in big trouble." Zeta said seriously.

"Don't worry, I wasn't even thinking about it." Wain turned to the audience, "I bet 40,000 Void Souls on my victory!"

His words echoed through the arena and shocked everyone.

"Forty thousand..." Someone muttered.

"Damn, this guy's not easy, that's no small amount."

"Isn't that too risky? Maybe we rushed the decision."

The audience was surprised that Wain had decided to bet so much money on his win. It showed his confidence in his abilities, and some changed their bet because of it.

"It doesn't matter! The bet is taken!" Said one of the Demons, and the minute came to an end.

"Don't be offended if you lose your money because of me." Zeta said and threw off her leather jacket.

"I won't have to do that." Wain followed the rules of the arena and threw off his cloak.

"Oh, it looks like Zeta might lose today. This is the first time I've seen a person with such good physical form."

"Yes, but it is not enough. Physical strength is only part of the battle, the one whose technique is better will win, and Zeta is no match for that."

Zeta took a deep breath, "Let's begin!"

Whoooosh.

She lunged at Wain and instantly launched a punch into his stomach.

Wain blocked the blow with his palm and retaliated with a diagonal kick. Zeta blocked this, grabbed Wain's leg, and threw him high up. Wain was quite heavy, but Zeta had enough strength to toss him up like a feather.

'Damn!'

In any other situation, Wain wouldn't have bothered with his position. He could have created wings or summoned a phantom kite tail, but now he didn't have that option. He was defenseless in the air and had to wait until he reached the ground.

Zeta jumped high up and kicked, aiming for the stomach. Wain folded his arms before him and blocked the blow, but Zeta instantly turned in the air and kicked a second leg from top to bottom.

This blow fell like a hammer on Wain, and he flew down like a projectile, sinking into the ground. Debris flew off, and a cloud of dust rose.

Zeta continued to attack, and at the end of her fall, she kicked again, destroying the piece of land, but she didn't hit Wain. He managed to jump aside at the last moment.

"Huh, I thought you were supposed to be preventing kills in this arena." Wain said, spitting a blood clot, "If your kick had hit past fighters, they would have died on the spot for sure."

There was a red mark on Wain's back from Zeta's kick. Had he been weaker, but she would have easily broken his spine.

"Don't be modest. I'm the one who should be complaining, not you. I've given you a few blows, but somehow I feel like I got more damage out of it." Zeta muttered and looked at her leg. It trembled slightly as if from a powerful recoil. Zeta felt like she was hitting a steel beam, not a person.

"Maybe, but only one of us has bled so far." Wain uttered and attacked.