MMORPG : Ancient WORLD

Chapter 484  Kidnapping the Champion

A grand arena that stretched for close to kilometers in the area from one end to the other, encircled by a towering wall several meters in height at its edge, featured layers upon layers of seating arranged in concentric circles, extending outward from the arena floor toward the outer walls, offering a clear view to all spectators of the events below.

At the top of the arena, there was a single layer of grand chambers encircling the arena, each veiled behind colorful energy curtains bearing distinct symbols representing the guests occupying them, while some curtains were also left blank, maintaining the privacy of guests.

The Arena boasted an open ceiling that allowed the various shades of crimson light, a perpetual phenomenon from the Dragon mainland, to illuminate the entire arena.

At this moment, the entire arena was resounding with the cheering roars of the thousands of spectators as they all watched the blood-boiling battle between the two behemoths.

One of the fighters was a pure-blooded crimson Dragon, standing proud in his humanoid form, a three-meter tall figure adorned in scarlet scales, a singular sharp hore at his forehead, while a set of large wings adored his back.

Sharp features adorned his menacing face, slit crimson pupils that shined like two gems, and razor-sharp claws that burned with the essence of flames.

The other fighter was a pure-blood Giant, standing tall at close to four meters, his hulking muscles that put the hardest of metals to shame being at full display, barely hidden by the pauldron protecting his left arm and shoulder.

His face was mostly hidden under the dark-horned Viking Helmut, with horns curved and positioned close to his jaw, and as his weapon, he was wielding a broad-headed war axe.

The Dragon was cloaked in crimson flames that burned with such intensity that it made his surrounding space wavy, making his already phantom of a figure a twisted blur to the untrained eyes.

The Giant was bathing in a blinding golden aura acting as a barrier against the incinerating heat, showing his mastery over the element of sand, his hulking figure matching the speed of the agile dragon and his war axe moving in a smooth, flawless motion, tearing through any attacks thrown at him.

Alex watched the two peak Elementalists duke it out in the arena, with each of their direct and indirect clash sending elemental shockwaves through the surroundings that hit the arena barrier and produced sounds equal to small bombs going off while the magically enhanced ground was being torn asunder under the sheer force of their attacks.

Any time a direct hit landed, the entire arena erupted into cheers, and when one felt the gathered fans could not cheer louder, this thinking was shattered once the first blood was drawn, as what followed was absolute madness.

The one to draw first blood was the Giant, and to celebrate it, his fans all began stomping their feet, matching the rhythm in seconds, and under their mad celebration, the arena was hit with a small earthquake.

The Dragon was quick to return the favor, as his claws sliced through the flesh of the Giant and did so by momentarily concentrating the flames at the edge of his claws, but even then, the giant was able to avoid a fatal hit, one that if landed could have change the course of this battle.

The battle unfolded with numerous heart-stopping moments, filled with suspense and captivating intensity, but the one to claim victory was the dragon, The Dragon stood bloodied, bearing numerous cuts on its enormous physique, and at its feet lay the brutally mangled corpse of the once-noble giant warrior, his body marred by deep gashes and twisted, burned flesh, rendering his face unrecognizable and his once-chiseled physique barely intact.

"RRROOOOOOAAARRRRRRR"

"Another crushing victory for Voragor, The pride of the Vermillion clan," A man seated in front of Alex said as he clapped for the champion.

"I wonder if anyone else would challenge him this time," The man next to first said, seeing Voragor standing atop the corpse with both his arms raised.

"After the show he had put on and how easily he handled Aurelius, a respected member of the Jötunskjald mercenary group, a man who stood at the cusp of Elementalist Stage,"

"Who will be a fool enough to risk their life against him in a death match," The first man spoke, a momentary silence before he finished his sentence.

"I was just hoping for a bonus fight, something unexpected, but knowing the record of the mad conqueror, it was wishful thinking on my part," The second one said, showing how the odds were never in favor of the giant.　   　　 　　　 　　  　 

"Whoo hoo! It looks like it's your lucky day," The first individual said in excitement as he saw a figure appear inside the arena.

Alex appeared inside the arena and began walking toward Voragor, their eyes making contact while their aura clashed in a battle of supremacy, a tide of darkness against an unbridled fury of boiling crimson cloaked in flames.

"I can tell when I see a beast, and you are one such beast," Voragor said as he lowered his arms; a broad smile stretched across his face before he began to laugh out loud.

"RAAA-RARARARARA"

"It had been years since someone decided to take the opportunity to challenge me without climbing the ladder of the Gladiator Arena,"

"And who could have guessed that the new challenger would be such a mystery," Voragor said, as he picked up the carcass of the giant and threw it like a bullet that zoomed right at Alex, which he avoided with a quick void step making it seem like it phased through him and crash into the wall behind.

"Great, Great, Great, Great,"

"That giant lump of flesh allowed me to have a good warm-up, so against you, I would not be holding back, and I hope you do the same," Voragor said as he bent down to the height of Alex.

There were collective gasps among the spectators, not because there was a new challenger, something no one expected, but because Voragor was speaking, which only meant he saw the challenger as worth his time.

A worthy challenge, this recognition alone sent an adrenaline surge through the spectators, drawing many of them closer to the edge of their seats, eager to witness the upcoming wild combat unfold.

"Huhh"

"What does it feel like to be the demon's lapdog?" Alex said as he swiftly took hold of one of Voragor's limbs with both hands while violet runes swiftly assembled into a magic circle below their feet.

The spectators were left stunned, wondering if the challenger was pulling a cheap trip to kill their champion, while the Vermillion clan elders, watching the show from a private chamber, rushed out and zoomed toward the arena only to be stopped by the barrier.

The strong questioned why the victor was allowing the challenger to hold his limbs when clearly he was under threat, only to realize that Voragor's eyes seemed lost, meaning the challenger had come prepared for this.

The Dragon Elders, who rushed out quickly, tore through the great amphitheater barrier that kept anyone above an Elementalist out, but they were a tad bit too late, as in three seconds, the magic circle with thousands upon thousands of violet runes took form.

In a flash, all runes pulsed to life, and instantly, the space where the duo stood became hazy, like a fading blur, and while the dragon elder covered the distance in an instant, he found empty ground and the fading runes of the teleportation circle.

The spectators all observed with wide-open eyes, with even the slowest of them realizing that their grand victor had just been kidnapped, something none of them expected to see when they left their daily lives to come and watch the Champion Challenge.

"Huh?" "What is this place?"

"WHERE HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME?" Voragor roared once he completely came to his senses and found himself standing in a garden and not the gladiator Arena.

"To your hell," Alex said, and in an instant, Voragor crashed face-first into the ground as Varon made his entrance.