From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

The atmosphere shifted back to Fernando as he began to look up toward the woman. He sneered, "How pathetic that you would beg a demon of all people for salvation. You will get what you deserve, just like your pathetic parents!"

The woman, visibly shaken, drew her shoulders in as boos rained down on her. Fernando's laughter cut through the noise, "Even the crowd hates you! Does it get more pathetic than that?"

The announcer, momentarily stunned by the ferocity of the moment, regained his composure. With a voice booming across the arena, he shouted, "Crowd, did you all just witness what I did?! With epic speed and precision, Fernando, the notorious serial killer, managed to teleport and shove the same dagger he used to kill his victims!"

The announcer's voice rose in excitement, "It appears not even a demon could react to that blinding speed! With so much shock in the air, I think it's time to declare the winner is—"

But before he could finish, the woman's scream pierced the arena. "It's not over yet!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "He's still moving, don't call the match yet, please! He has to pay for what he did to my family!"

The announcer, his attention snapping back to the fight, peered closely at Ty's seemingly lifeless body. The knife was still plunged into his neck. Speaking softly into the mic, he observed, "It does appear his fingers and hands are still moving. Even black lines are starting to form around it," he noted, taking a brief pause before continuing.

"Maybe it's just the body dying and convulsing, though. Regardless, demon, human, wolf, or any creature – once you get a blade into the neck with no healing magic, that's game over," the announcer declared with finality. "So, without further ado and not to keep you all waiting, the winner of this match is—"

His announcement was abruptly cut short. The microphone was sliced in half as a single line of black crossed his vision while he said Fernando's name. However, due to the mic being severed, his words were lost, leaving only a stunned silence in the arena.

Every eye turned to the spectacle unfolding. Ty, defying expectations, had climbed back to one knee. With his hand outstretched, index finger pointing towards the announcer, lines of black stretched across his body. He gave a slight huff, a silent testament to his resilience and determination.

Two drones, previously hovering high above, zoomed down towards Ty. Amidst the tense silence, he spoke, "Sorry about that, was having a bit of a... personal conversation with someone." His gaze drifted to the crowd, noting their fixated attention on the knife still lodged in his neck.

With a smirk, Ty raised his hand, gripping the hilt of the knife. In one swift motion, he plucked it from his neck. Lines of blood trickled down, which he casually wiped away with his sleeve. "Sorry, your little dagger doesn't hold up to the heat," he quipped, unfazed.

Fernando, visibly annoyed and taken aback, stepped backward. "No, I won and you were dead! I felt it, damn it!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.

Ty dismissed Fernando's statement, shifting his attention to the announcer who was trying to speak into the now broken mic. "Now, what did the nice lady say?" he asked casually.

The announcer, receiving a new mic delivered by another drone, rephrased his question, "Did your eyes turn orange, or have they always been orange?"

Ty, looking up, responded nonchalantly, "I wouldn't worry about that. How about you just sit back and enjoy the show."

Turning back to Fernando, Ty's smirk deepened. "Now, Fernando, what did you say about her begging for a demon's help? How about this—"

Before he could finish, a fist struck Ty's face with blinding speed. As the fist connected, Ty managed to say, "Rude of you to not let me finish, but how about I make you beg for your life from a demon?" The tension escalated, his words a clear challenge to Fernando.

Ty's eyes, now shimmering orange, mirrored the intensity of the moment. Black marks ran along his arms as he advanced towards Fernando. Fernando attempted to retreat, but Ty was relentless. He unleashed an onslaught of punches, culminating in a crushing blow to Fernando's stomach that sent him flying across the arena.

Relishing the fight, Ty mused aloud, "It's been so long since I've had the chance to fight. Though black flames are a bit new, I think this ability is a fine one." His words reflected a sense of newfound power and eagerness.

The announcer, baffled by the scene, interjected, "Did you just speak for yourself?"

Ty, ignoring the announcer's confusion, focused on his newfound power. The black fire in his palms began to take shape. First, he formed a ball, then skillfully manipulated it upwards and downwards. Gradually, the flames morphed into the shape of a bow, a manifestation of his formidable and mysterious power.

Fernando, rising from the rubble, was a sight of defiance with blood streaking his body. Crackling lightning gathered in his palms as he readied himself for another assault. "Let's see you handle this again!" he shouted, determination fueling his words.

With a swift motion, Fernando clasped his hands together, palms facing out towards Ty. In an instant, he vanished, reappearing above Ty in a tactical maneuver. But Ty was prepared. With a confident smirk, he pointed his black flame bow upwards and simply uttered, "Boom!"

The moment Fernando's energy blast collided with Ty's black arrow, an enormous wave of energy erupted, hurtling towards the stands. In the nick of time, a figure clad in dark robes leapt up, clapping his hands together. A barrier materialized, encasing the arena and shielding the spectators from harm.

As the dark clouds dissipated, the two combatants' silhouettes became visible. Ty remained in his original stance, though his attire was now singed and half-burned. Electricity coursed down his body, and one hand hung limply at his side, a testament to the fierce exchange of power.

As the clouds fully dissipated, the aftermath of the clash was clear. Fernando was pinned against the ceiling by Ty's black flame arrow, immobilized. Gradually, the black marks on Ty faded away. "I think that was a good showcase of my power, a fun show for everyone, and a bit of extra to hide for the future," Ty remarked, his eyes gleaming slyly.

Then, as his orange eyes faded back to blue, there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor.