Nameless King

"Huh, this guy decided to give it his all. Great, I like this one!" The man with thick black hair exclaimed as a smile appeared on his face.

Ned waved his arms as two bloody whirlwinds came down on Remt. Nothing could resist the whirlwinds, they were deadly and left a deep mark on the ground with many cracks behind them.

"Do you really think something that slow can get me?" Remt smirked as he turned into a shadow.

The whirlwinds didn't find their target, so they collapsed into the wall, right in front of the people in the front stands. The spectators didn't even flinch, as they were protected by the arena barrier that completely absorbed the power of the whirlwinds.

"Maybe you were able to recover, but I won't make that mistake now. Die." Remt said in an ice-cold voice since he appeared behind Ned.

His gaze was as sharp as his dagger that rushed at lightning speed toward Ned's neck.

"Are you sure about this?" Ned uttered in a mocking manner as he turned around sharply.

"What...?" Remt muttered with a dazed look while a shiver ran through his body.

Ned grabbed the blade with his teeth that should have killed him once and for all.

"You may be fast, but that doesn't mean anything if I can predict your movements, does it?" Ned said with a sly smirk as his pupils became vertical, "As an apology for knocking you out of the Top-1000, I'll show you what power is."

Crackle.

Ned clenched his teeth as the azure blade cracked and shattered into small shards. Then, Ned slammed his palm into Remt's stomach as the impact threw him to the other side of the arena.

"Ahahahahaha." The man with thick black hair laughed, "Good, destroying an assassin's dagger is the greatest humiliation. I knew this fight would be interesting! Vampires never disappoint!"

"You were betting on him?" The man in the row behind him asked.

"Of course! But, now, I regret betting so little. I should have bet at least a hundred million, not ten! Ahahahahaha!"

'Ten million...?' Wain muttered inwardly with a confused look.

"Well, you really should have bet more. I'm definitely lucky today, I've already won fifty million, with this money, I can definitely get properly drunk!" The man in the back row said with a pleasant look.

"Hey! Get up! I'm just getting started!" Ned exclaimed before waving his arms.

Two bloody whirlwinds appeared next to him and headed toward him. They completely engulfed Ned, but it was only the beginning of something bigger as his body absorbed all the energy and his appearance changed.

Some scarlet locks appeared among his blond hair, he wore a red robe as though he were an ancient mage, and he had ten rings on his hands.

'It's a uniform!' Wain inwardly exclaimed.

This was the third time he had seen anyone use a form in battle. This was a power that Wain knew nothing about, yet he already had several similar skills, so he wanted to figure out what made the others different from him.

"It's time to end, isn't it?" Ned smiled as he folded his hands in place in such a way that the rings touched each other.

"Bye, bye." Ned smirked as he spread his arms apart.

The rings glowed brightly as torrents of wind burst out of them, and they rained down on Remt with unbelievable force.

"Shit!" Remt exclaimed as he tried to dodge, but the wind currents were too fast.

They pierced him from all sides and tormented him for some time as if piranhas had found their target. Only when Remt could no longer stand on his feet did Ned snap his fingers, and the swirls disappeared.

"Hmm? Hey, why the fuck did you spare him!" Someone in the audience exclaimed in a disgruntled voice.

"He tried to kill you! You should do the same!" Another backed him up.

"I agree. Kill!"

Gradually more and more spectators demanded that Ned end Remt as they came here to see the bloody battle.

Ned shook his head, turned to the audience, and said, "You miserable bastards! If any of you want to see death, then challenge me to a fight! I'll be happy to show you what it's like! What to do with my opponent is up to me! Don't you dare interfere with my fight, or you'll be my fucking lunch, dinner, and breakfast!"

His words silenced the disgruntled finale as no one wanted to anger such a capable vampire.

"Well, I'm one step closer to the Top-100." Ned said while looking at the stone slabs.

Remt's name burned bright red while a crown appeared above Ned's slab, at the same time, their Rating changed.

Ned rose to 891st place, while Remt dropped to 1011st.

'Hmm? I thought they'd just take each other's places, doesn't that make sense?' Wain muttered inwardly as he was puzzled.

'It's not that simple.' Gladius muttered, 'The rule you're talking about only works in the Top 10 since there are too few people there. There are many factors influencing which place you get the most wins.'

"Well, well, that was a great fight, wasn't it?" Suddenly there was an energetic voice from the west side of the stands.

There was a special area with a platform on which stood a tall man with shoulder-length green hair and purple eyes. He wore a red hat and a long crimson coat that hugged his lean body. In his hands was a unique artifact that greatly amplified his voice so that everyone in the coliseum could hear him clearly.

"I am Vincenz Casale, glad to have followed this fight today. A round of applause to the participants. It was a great fight!" Vincenz exclaimed as he pointed at Ned, "Glory to the winner!"

Ned nodded and left the arena while the doctors took Remt out of the arena.

"Fights this good are rare, but something tells me our next fight will be even better, as today we have a newcomer!" Vincenz uttered and, with a sly smile, pointed at Wain.

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