Nameless King

As Vincenz pointed to Wain, everyone turned their attention to him. The fight between Ned and Remt was exciting, so no one noticed the appearance of another spectator.

"Looks like a pretty interesting newcomer." The man with thick black hair muttered, "He hides his identity... I can't even tell how high his aura is, newbies like that are very rare.

Wain looked at Vincenz and, in a calm voice, asked, "Will I fight next?"

"Well, it's up to you. I only watch how the fights go, no one has the power to make you fight, it's voluntary." Vincenz said with a sly smile, "But, you didn't come here to watch, did you? You probably want to fight and get your Rating, right?"

Wain nodded. This was the arena, so he assumed that's roughly how it would be, also he had no reason to refuse.

"Fine." Vincenz waved his hand as a green platform appeared next to Wain, "Come here. You're a new fighter, so you need a proper introduction."

Wain stepped forward as the platform headed toward Vincenz.

"Normally, I fill out the table based on your Dark World card information, but you carefully withhold information about yourself, so I only see your nickname. Would you like to tell me more about yourself? For example, what race are you from? What is your name?" Vincenz asked as he presented the artifact closer to Wain.

"A nickname will suffice, won't it?" Wain said in a calm voice.

"Of course, but I had to try." Vincenz smiled in a pleasant manner, "Good, then our first member is Nameless!"

Vincenz waved his hand as three lights lit up on the left stone slab. They showed all the information about the fighter, but since Wain revealed almost nothing about his race and Rating was replaced with - ???

"Nameless...? Huh, how arrogant, it's like he's saying no one can even recognize his nickname." One of the audience members muttered.

"You're too tedious. That's pretty creative, by the way, isn't it?" His buddy said.

"Well, you've already managed to liven up the stands, not bad, but it's a start!" Vincenz pronounced while clapping Wain on the shoulder, "You have no Rating, but we can easily pick you up as an opponent. The lower limit of the Rating is around Top-10,000, so your first opponent will be someone around that level."

"Sure. I look forward to it." Wain said in a careless manner as he removed Vincenz's hand from his shoulder.

"Fine. Then who wants to fight Nameless? Your Rating must not exceed 9.000, that's the only condition!" Vincenz exclaimed as his voice carried throughout the coliseum as though a wave.

"Huh, I'll do it easily!" Someone said.

"Good." Vincenz pointed his finger, and the platform brought the man to them.

Wain's opponent was a tall, muscular man with short black hair and green eyes. His torso was bare, as behind his back was a massive iron axe, and his skin was rough as if it was tree bark.

"I am Joar Rendahl, ready to fight you, Nameless!"

"Well, well, Joar Rendahl, a Plant with Rating - 9356. Not bad, just what you need." Vincenz nodded, snapped his finger, and Joar's information appeared on the right slab, "Good, now get ready for battle."

Whoooooooosh.

The platforms headed in different directions of the arena as the number 10 appeared between the stone slabs of fire. It was a countdown, and with each second, the tension was building.

"Don't be afraid, since this is your first fight, I won't kill you, but get ready to get seriously hurt! Ahahahaha!" Joar exclaimed in a devious voice as he armed himself with an axe.

His skin became even rougher as his weapon glowed a bright scarlet flame. It was very hot but couldn't hurt Joar's tough skin.

"Wow, a Plant that possesses the fire attribute, no wonder he's so young, but already reached the Fourth Chronicle, that's a real rarity!" The onlooker exclaimed in a dazed manner.

'Hmm... He's different from the Plants that I saw in Virfal.' Wain inwardly muttered, 'But, it doesn't look like he'll be a problem.'

Ding!

There was a bell ringing as Vincenz exclaimed, "Begin!"

Joar attacked first. His feet ignited with flames, so he rushed forward to Wain as though a fiery flash.

Wain stood still with his arms crossed in a calm manner. His gaze followed Joar's every step; nothing could pass him by.

"Get it!" Joar shouted as he approached Wain and swung his axe from top to bottom.

The power of this attack was comparable to the flaming meteor that struck Wain, so many were in anticipation of seeing what Wain would do.

Whoooooosh.

The axe slammed into the ground with a deafening flame blast, but the attack failed to reach its target as Wain was ten meters away from Joar.

"You bastard! You think you can play with me?! Fight like a man!" Joar exclaimed with a furious look.

"You expect me to take all the damage? Are you stupid?" Wain said in a sneering manner, "You're as though a bull that just wants to find himself a target. It's boring."

"How dare you...!" Joar ran at Wain as his look distorted with anger.

Joar attacked from different directions, but each time the axe blade passed within an inch of Wain's face as though it was no trouble for him to dodge each attack.

'Well, he's Top-9000, maybe with some effort, but I'll easily reach Top-1000, but it won't be that easy from here.' Wain muttered inwardly, stepped back, and his silhouette blurred.

"You should be less emotional." Wain uttered in a calm voice as he appeared behind Joar.

Wain grabbed Joar by the head and, with a sharp movement, drove it into the ground. Then, Wain grabbed Joar by the arm, twisted it, and a loud crunch of bones was heard.

Bam.

Wain brought his foot down on Joar's head as a blood stream rushed out from beneath his face, and a shockwave went off to the side.

"That's enough." Wain muttered while shaking the dust off his hands.