Nameless King

"Hey... Did I hear that? Why does this guy have such a low Rating? I mean, even Nameless' first opponent had a much higher Rating." One of the spectators muttered with a dazed look.

"Something's not right here... I don't believe Vincenz doesn't have a plan because his sly smirk alone gives me the impression that he knows how to take over the world." His buddy muttered.

"I agree. We'll just have to watch. I'm sure there's a reason why this Elf has such a low Rating. Not all strong warriors fight here, for some, it's a waste of time."

Whoooooooosh.

Axel jumped into the arena as his white hair fluttered in the wind. He had pale skin and unusual black eyes for an Elf, and his athletic body was clad in matching, light green armor that should not have restrained his movements.

"Looks like you're a swordsman. Well, try to make at least one swing before my palm pierces you." Axel said in an ice-cold voice since streams of wind appeared beside him.

'Hmm? Is he the speedy type?' Wain muttered inwardly while looking at Axel with a curious look.

"The bets are off!" Vincenz exclaimed, "Damn it, I can't remember the last time I saw the stakes this big, but it's for the best! Fighters, you can start now!"

"Sure." Axel muttered as he turned into a torrent of wind that rushed toward Wain with tremendous speed.

Wain put his arms forward with a block as Axel got to him and punched him. The attack was so fast that most of the audience didn't even notice. To them, it looked as though Axel teleported as Wain somehow ended up on the other side of the arena, stamped into a stone wall.

"What was that...?"

"Did he attack that fast? Could someone with that kind of Rating do that?"

"Well, that's to be expected from whoever Vincenz chose." The man with the bushy hair muttered.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

Wain climbed out of the wall, shook off the dust, and looked at his arm from that emanating smoke as if after a burn, "Damn, my cape is in terrible shape as it is. Did you really have to put another hole in it?"

"You still don't seem to be taking me seriously. You barely managed to block one punch, but what are you going to do now?" Axel frowned as he turned into a torrent of wind.

He swirled around Wain like a whirlwind, then attacked from the left.

Wain didn't have time to react as he didn't even notice anything, Axel's fist just slammed into his stomach as the impact tossed him aside, however Axel wasn't about to stop.

Whooooooosh.

Axel appeared behind Wain as he tossed him up, then appeared above him and, with all his might, brought his hands down on him as if by a hammer, so Wain flew down with great speed.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

It hit the ground like a projectile, making a shake that reached even the bleachers.

"That's not all!" Axel exclaimed as he collapsed on Wain as though a meteorite.

His fist dug deep into Wain's stomach, so he vomited a mouthful of blood as his face contorted in pain. Axel's last move was to toss Wain aside with a kick.

"Is that really all you can do? Six wins in a row? This is ridiculous!" Axel uttered in a menacing manner while pacing toward Wain's side.

"Is that really all...?" Someone muttered with a worried look.

"Damn... I'm not sure it's possible to survive such a series of attacks without mortal wounds..."

With each Axel's step grew quieter, everyone waited with the hope that Wain would now rise, but it didn't happen.

"Well, before I present you an ignominious defeat, I will reveal your identity to all, Nameless!" Axel said as he reached for Wain's mask.

Tap.

However, suddenly Wain grabbed his hand, stood up, and took a step back.

"Damn, that was extremely unpleasant. You seem to like messing with other people's stuff, don't you?" Wain muttered while shaking his bare as a splinter of his mask chipped off that partially exposed the left side of his face.

"What...? Why can you still stand?" Axel muttered with a confused look.

"You're pretty fast, it's true, but... Do you really think you're the only one capable of something like that?!" Wain exclaimed as his left eye flashed a golden light.

Whoooooosh.

His appearance instantly changed since he turned into a golden flash that reached Axel and flung him to another part of the arena.

'Well, well, you finally decided to use my power. Guess I should thank fate that your opponent happens to be this guy.' Light Racer muttered with a sly smile on his face.

'Yeah. To beat a fast opponent, you just have to get faster than him.' Wain inwardly muttered.

'Don't forget, now we all have something special for you.' The Light Racer spoke, and Wain's legs glowed brightly.

On his feet appeared white-gold boots with small wings behind them as a message appeared in front of him.

[You have received the artifact of the sixth form, Light Racer - Boots of the Lightning Wings.]

[Boots of the Lightning Wings (Unique)

These boots possessed the fastest person in the universe that ever existed. It was obvious to him that light was much faster than lightning, but he longed for the element's power, so he decided to combine the two forces into one.

Run as light and strike as lightning]

"How interesting..." Vincecz muttered with a devious look, "This power... It reminds me of something, but what?"

Whoooooosh.

Axel emerged from the stone rubble as the green wind surrounded him.

"You finally used one of your skills. Should I rejoice or cry?" Axel asked as he snapped his finger, and his aura increased many times over.

"Well, I think the most appropriate emotion that you should be experiencing right now is..." Wain muttered as the wings on his boots flashed, "Fear!'