From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

As the drone ascended rapidly into the air, Ty's focus was momentarily disrupted by a faint, yet insistent voice in his head. "Let me take control, and I will guarantee this man's demise." The voice, now weaker than before, resonated with a dangerous promise.

Ty's attention quickly shifted to his surroundings. He noticed several red laser dots targeting him. His eyes scanned the arena and caught sight of armored figures stationed strategically with sniper rifles. The realization dawned on him: the arena was not just a stage for combat but a carefully monitored trap, ready to spring at the slightest hint of true danger.

"Wow, they're really prepared for any move I make," Ty thought, a wry smile crossing his lips. In a gesture of non-threat, he slightly raised his hands, acknowledging the watchful eyes around him.

Just then, the announcer, still perched on his floating platform, began a swift descent toward the arena floor, microphone in hand. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the crowd eager for the announcer's next words and Ty's response

The announcer closed in on Ty, his demeanor a blend of curiosity and accusation. He thrust the microphone mere inches from Ty's face, his voice carrying an edge of challenge.

"What was the meaning of that, Demon? Was that an act of rebellion against the kingdom, or simply a manifestation of your unbridled emotions?"

Before the announcer could retract the microphone, Ty's hand shot out, capturing his wrist with effortless precision. Drawing the mic closer to himself, Ty spoke with a calculated mixture of charisma and defiance.

"My aim is simply to provide the esteemed audience with an unforgettable spectacle! My apologies for any inconvenience to your equipment. I assure you, it was not intentional. But, perhaps if it breaks, it wasn't built to withstand a true show," he said, his tone laced with a hint of irony.

Releasing his hold, Ty watched as the announcer smoothly glided back on his floating platform, regaining his composure.

The crowd reacted with a mixture of excitement and tension, Ty's words and actions adding another layer of intrigue to the already charged atmosphere.

The announcer, capitalizing on the moment, amplified his voice for the entire arena to hear. "Woah! There you have it, folks! The demon says he's here to entertain! We can never fully trust a demon's words, but let's see if he can indeed be entertaining!!"

With that declaration, he swiftly navigated his floating platform across the arena, heading towards Fernando. Landing gracefully near the notorious fighter, he extended the microphone towards him. "Tell us, how do you continue living with the heinous crimes you've committed? And what do you hope to achieve tonight if given a chance at freedom?"

Before the announcer could fully retract the mic, Fernando's hand shot out, the movement leaving a faint trace of electricity in the air. He snatched the microphone with a swift, almost predatory grace.

Clearing his throat slightly, he prepared to address the crowd, his demeanor a stark contrast to Ty's.

The anticipation in the arena heightened, the audience hanging on the edge of their seats, eager to hear the response from this feared and enigmatic figure.

Fernando's voice, cold and menacing, resonated through the arena. "First, I'll seek vengeance against the girl who led to my capture," he said, pausing to scan the crowd with a predatory gaze. "Wherever she may be, watching tonight or elsewhere, I'll ensure she endures the same agony her parents did as I watched them burn."

The announcer, sensing the dangerous turn in Fernando's tone, interjected quickly. "Okay, that's enough. Please hand back the microphone." He noticed several red laser dots targeting Fernando, a silent warning from the surrounding guards.

Unperturbed, Fernando continued, his eyes gleaming with malice. "And after my revenge, I'll become the kingdom's blade, eliminating anyone they command. I know they revel in such deeds." With a swift motion, he tossed the microphone back to the announcer, the lights dimming around him as he refocused his attention on Ty.

The announcer, regaining control, heightened the excitement. "Well, folks, there you have it – the confrontation of the evening! Let's not delay any further. Let the action begin!"

The crowd held its breath as the announcer counted down.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

With a dramatic sweep of his hand, he bellowed into the microphone, "And FIGHT!!"

In the blink of an eye, Fernando vanished from his original position, leaving only a faint disturbance in the air. Ty's mind raced, the echoing voice in his head urging him to surrender control. But he was abruptly snapped back to reality by the whistling sound of an attack.

Just in time, Ty spun around to intercept a ferocious palm strike aimed at him. Fernando's form briefly materialized, his body shimmering with an eerie mix of blue and yellow energy, a twisted smirk on his face.

Ty braced himself, a thought flashing through his mind. "Whether demon or not, pain is universal. He's going to hit me with an electric shock." Almost immediately, he felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body. Reacting instinctively, he drew the assailant closer and unleashed a powerful punch enveloped in black flames.

The impact of his flaming fist was direct and forceful, sending Fernando skidding back a good 20 feet. The arena erupted in cheers and gasps, the crowd electrified by the sudden display of power and skill.

Ty stood his ground, the flames flickering around his fist, his resolve unshaken.

Ty notitichrd his air began to stand up as Fernando recovered quickly showing burn marks around his face holding both his arms out as electricty cracked from both sides of him before he dispersed again into energy.

Suddenly he emerged from the ground beneath Ty dodging his materilized fist trying to counter with a blow of his as his other hand grabbed onto his leg as Ty felt a sharp pain noticing a blade stabbed into his leg.

Quickly retreating from the punch and clapping his hands together releasing an eruption of black flames forcing Fernando to retreat back as he did a flip away from Ty creating distance.

Ty buckled down to a knee tending to his wound as Fernando stated "the first strike of the viper, with more to come,"

You might have a strong attack, but it's pretty slow don't you think?

Ty's concentration on Fernando was unwavering, even as the voice in his head returned with a warning. "Don't lose your focus, dumbass. He's trying to distract you." At that moment, Ty realized that Fernando's form was incomplete; his hand was missing. Before Ty could react, the missing hand materialized behind him.

In a split-second decision, Ty threw his hands above his face and spun around. He was just in time to see Fernando's right hand, now behind him, unleashing a massive orb of crackling electricity. The force of the attack sent Ty hurtling through the air, crashing into the arena wall with such impact that he became lodged in its structure.

Seizing what he perceived as the perfect moment, Fernando quickly reformed his arm. He brought his hands together, channeling a colossal wave of electric energy, aiming it directly at the immobilized Ty.

Amidst the chaos, the voice in Ty's mind grew more insistent, almost desperate. "Let me take over before you actually die here, you dumbass." The urgency was striking, a clear sign of the direness of Ty's situation. He was at a critical juncture, where the choice to relinquish control or to continue fighting on his own terms could mean the difference between life and death.

In the face of impending doom, Ty's voice was firm, resolute. "No, I have a plan," he declared, just as Fernando's massive blast of energy engulfed him. Amidst the chaos, a woman's scream pierced the air, her voice full of desperation, but it was quickly submerged beneath the roar of the crowd's cheers.

The announcer seized the moment, his voice booming across the arena as a large explosion enveloped Ty. "Can it be? Has Fernando the Murderer truly taken down the first Demon to emerge in 50 years? This could be the most unequivocal display of power we've witnessed in a long time, folks!"

The crowd erupted, chanting in unison, "Fernando the Demon Killer!" The mantra reverberated through the arena, a wave of exhilaration sweeping over the spectators.

But as the black smoke began to dissipate, the scene that unfolded brought a hush over the crowd. Ty lay motionless, buried under a heap of rubble, his body seemingly lifeless.

The cheers gradually faded into a stunned silence, the audience grappling with the sudden turn of events.

Amidst the overwhelming pain, Ty's thoughts churned with disbelief and disgust. "How can these people cheer for a murderer?" he wondered, his body aching in every inch. The jubilation of the crowd at Fernando's brutality unsettled him deeply.

As he lay amid the rubble, a voice suddenly pierced the tumultuous noise, clear and desperate. It came from above, where a young woman stood, her plea echoing through the arena. "I don't care if you're a demon, I'm begging you! Please don't let this man be celebrated. He murdered my parents!"

Her voice, filled with anguish, captured the attention of the entire arena. Fernando, hearing her words, let out a soft, malicious whisper, "So you did show up after all, huh?"