"Deek’s Party versus the Trembling Demonheart!”
It wasn’t the same judge who had called me out before. He also added party to the name, which made it sound even worse. Once again, we were against a team that had a way better name than our own. Was it too late to change our name now? It was no wonder that we didn’t have a fan base. What was I thinking just calling it after my name?
As we walked onto the stage, a group of five also walked onto the stage. I was relieved to see that three of them were slaves. Actually, I really shouldn’t be relieved about others having slaves, but at least my group couldn’t be singled out.
“Isn’t that the one who battled Dragonmight?” I started to tense up as I heard this word.
“I don’t know, I didn’t see that match. I heard that he attacked the girls first. Savage.”
Well, those weren’t the worst rumors that could have spawned from my match. If it stopped there, I could definitely leave happy. Actually, I couldn’t leave at all. I had to fight this match first. The three slaves were two men and a woman. The men were strong and muscular looking. The woman was big-breasted. She gave me a feeling like she might be a magician or something.
As for the non-slaves, they appeared to be a sister and brother combo. Oh, they were kissing now, I guess they weren’t related at all.
“I heard they’re brother and sister.” I caught a disgusted voice behind me whispering.
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Never mind that, it was preferable if it was don’t ask, don’t tell on this particular situation. Rather, can you guys use less tongue? This is a public place. Even your slaves are looking a little awkward. I felt a growing urge to beat both of these incestuous siblings up. It wasn’t because I was jealous that I also didn’t have a cute little sister. I certainly wouldn’t kiss her like that if I did!
Actually, I did kiss my cousin once, but we were young. She was also a fat girl, about the same weight as me. It was a few years since I had last seen her. Wait, why did watching a brother/sister combo make out on the fighting ring suddenly make me feel a bit nostalgic for home? Even if I found a way back home, I wouldn’t take it unless I could bring everyone I cared about with me!
“Begin!”
I was still having stupid thoughts when my girls ran out to fight their group. The three slaves seemed to be holding off my slaves. I realized that the sibling couple were holding hands and were coming for me. I raised my hand and started tossing our fireballs. The two seemed to dance around them. I even heard the crowd yelling “ooh” and “ahhh”. What the hell was going on? This was a fight to the death, stop acting so suave.
That’s what I was thinking, but this was supposed to be entertaining for the crowds and I did say that I would create waves in this fight. In that case, my mind was reeling as I tried to come up with something to really cause this fight to stand out. I then remembered from my previous fight that the crowds seemed to really love a hero for justice. Suddenly, an idea struck my mind and I pointed to the couple.
“I challenge you!” I suddenly declared, righteous fury painting my face.
The couple stopped, clearly surprised at being pointed at and addressed in the middle of the battle. I spoke loudly enough that the entire match froze for a moment.
“What is it?’ The male finally said, putting his sister behind him. “We’re already fighting, what challenge?”
“You possess such a great beauty, but it is clear you don’t deserve her!” I said. “So, how about a one on one between you and me. If I win, then you hand her over to me!”