“Freeta, deal with the male poisonous alt, now!” Mùndò said, startling his Alt who actually wanted to kick-no, burn the water Alt’s ass.
His Trainee was startled for a second before she darted a glance to her lover and said, “Got it!” with a confident smile.
“Behind you!” Halci shouted, alarmed by the danger her partner’s Alt was under.
Indeed, the Poison Alt’s shadow had already extended towards her and a lime cloud of thick poisonous gas jumped out of his shade, ready to overwhelm her.
Her head swiveled back to watch the haze only a few feet away from her.
With a derisive sneer, her energy surged, sending whorls of crimson air around the arena before she extended her palms outwards.
A conflagration erupted out of her hands, matching then overriding her opponent’s prowess whose body quailed against Freeta’s raw strength.
How could he possibly defeat her?
Despite his attempts to breach her fire curtain on every side, she soon caught up to him … then began to oppress him as her crimson might surrounded his poisonous gas.
His eyes bulged as he frantically increased his cloud’s density while droplets of sweat appeared across his quivering face.
“Pee-pee, watch out!” Halci screamed at his Alt, agape by his partner’s mightiness.
Pikal panned his gaze before him before a terrific water wave snarled above his head.
He could barely put a defense as the water jets repeatedly slammed their way across his electric shield, their force tilting him out of step as he was gradually pushed away.
Meanwhile, Freeta had enough of her opponent’s measly antics.
It was time to send him away, which she did by instantly tripling her power output.
She quickly encased the entire gas within her fire, and under the extreme pressure given by the two elements, that nasty mélange exploded!
The poison Alt took the brunt of the blast, charring his body black as his arms disintegrated.
He didn’t even have the time to scream as his body thudded on the ground, hovering between life and death within the large crater the detonation excavated.
A pungent stench of cooked flesh mixed with dry mud assaulted the contestants’ senses.
The blast also managed to push the aggressive water Alt away from Halci’ Alt, who got a reprieve as the eruption, while sending him on the ground, allowed him to shy back on his feet and retaliate.
Freeta used a fire shield to protect herself, having suffered no injuries during the exchange.
But suddenly, her eyes narrowed.
A bright red flash of light retrieved and stored the defeated foe back inside his Trainer, quickly replaced by another ivory beam.
The crimson alt and her Trainer were startled.
That female Roland, assuming that Freeta had expended a lot of energy to accomplish this, wanted to take advantage of it by gambling it all on one last gambit.
The smoke and dust didn’t even settle before that last Alt hastily stretched his shadow.
But could his shadowed appearance fool a mùkèlako?
Of course not!
Mùndò could see him clear as day.
His bright gray skin lustered under the evanescing smoke, and his cropped bowl-cut silver hair dangled freely under the arid air.
His shorter, but stouter frame inched forward, ready to move out.
His dull gray eyes glowered with cunning, while his ashen teeth curled into a malicious sneer.
How mighty was he to try to sucker punch his woman?
(Level (i): 89) ~General Information~ (Next Level (i): 2%)
[Species (i): Tavor] TÈMÈNÈ (i): { Level 7 - ^100%^} [Type: Steel (i)]
[Sex (i): Male] WÙSÙ (i): {Level 7 - ^98%^} [Rank (i): 1st Grade Alturix]
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[Given Name: Felix] ÉWOLÈ (i): { Level 8 - ^100%^} [Height: 8.1 ft]
ÉLÈKU (i): {Level 8} [Weight: 300 lbs]
[Birthplace: Vieland Mountains] [Age: 11 (Born: 98th day of the year 6388 CE)]
~Status (i)~
Normal (Awake)
~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~
1° |Energy Detection (i)| ** Permanently Active **
2 °|Enhanced Tèmènè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
3 °|Enhanced Wùsù Control (i)| ** Permanently Active **
4 °|Enhanced Éwolè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
5 °|Enhanced Élèkù (i)| ** Permanently Active **
6 °|Night Vision (i)| ** Permanently Active **
~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
1 °|Claw Mastery (i) (Level 61/Next level: 7%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second|
Activated: 3854 Times
2 °|Shadow Steel Mastery 1st Grade (i) (Level 68/Next level: 19%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Active **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 2% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 3730 Times
Hot damn!
If the first and second one were the weakest and the strongest respectively, then this one would be … the guy in between?
And a pretty talented one, to boot!
Heck, he might even be the most talented out of her Trainer’s Alturixes…
This steel Alt punched the air, and a split second later, a huge glittering silver fist studded with spikes blasted its way towards Freeta whose grin nearly reached her ears.
Did they really think she would easily be bum-rushed like a fool?
They certainly had another surprise coming their way…
Stretching her fingers out, her nails became sharp claws, which she used to stop the gray fist on its tracks to her doom, showering a litany of shrieking sparks across the field.
The poor Felix couldn’t believe it.
Could his bulging eyes deceive him?
How could she stop his spiky steel fist with her claws alone?
Worse, she didn’t flinch back a single step!
How could this be?
Her Claw Mastery didn’t even seem to exceed his … so how did-
Felix’ mind burst as a new thought came to mind.
Unless her—
“I got your fist, now, buddy. How about you take mine as well?” Freeta challenged.
Her crimson aura surged even wilder than before—to her opponent’s horror—when a similar, but larger ruby fist burst out of her shadow —now superimposed with her foe—reached Felix vicinity in the blink of an eye.
The residual heat already sweltered his gray skin before a howling shriek pierced the sky above the arena.
The female water Alt fell on the ground, her body littered with spasms as violent electric snakes scorched her navy skin.
Pikal grinned as he rubbed his hands clean off the lasting dirt he accumulated earlier, saying, “That felt good to put this chick back in her place. Since when water could defeat the might of electricity?”
His joy was soon caught in his throat when he heard an even tragic scream while a strong wave of heat assailed his body.
“Dear sparkers long gone…” the Electric Alt uttered.
The Steel Alt Freeta found was literally melting before his eyes, his skin dripping ashen bullets on a hissing soil!
Back in his undomesticated days, he encountered some Fire Alt who won —and sometimes lost—against Steel ones, but their skin never sloughed off like this!
How terrifying was her fire to harm him like this?
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
How fortunate her Trainer and his brothers never antagonized this duo and made them their partner instead…
Such mastery of her shadow fire was extremely rare among her peers, and deep down, he was glad to have met such a prodigiously talented Alt in his life!
Despite his own talent as well, he realized how much he slacked off compared to Freeta who was half his age.
Today, especially in this tournament, and onwards, he would devote a few extra hours to his training.
He cannot afford to waste his talent as he ages.
After all, was he growing any younger?
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On the other side, Freeta removed her frightening flames from her fainted half-melted adversary whose mighty fist dissolved along with his defeat.
He was indeed a sore sight.
His face was a mess, notwithstanding his upper chest and limbs who seemingly wanted to fuse with the ground while steaming gurgling bubbles oozed out of his silver flesh.
A putrid stench of sweat, blood, singed skin … and even shit infected the arena where the remaining protagonists wrinkled their nose away from the barbaric scene.
“Lee-lee! Hold on, baby!” The female Roland cried before she stowed her fallen lover in a bright red glare of light.
An amazed and speechless Mùndò couldn’t believe his eyes when a mechanic voice blared across his mind, “Contestants eighty-eight and eight-nine, congratulations on winning the first round! Please come back tomorrow to participate on the second round! The city of Ciemlan wishes you good luck on the Tournament!”
The mùkèlako glanced at his partner, who coincidentally did the same.
Their face lit up with unbridled glee.
He won his very first match!
They won their first match!