Fierce Deep Blade Gladiator

After his declaration back then, the nobles and those who heard it laughed until they choked. Harges was thoroughly entertained that he told his friends about what Melvin said. They also began laughing.

This was already Vahenna's 51th tournament and her track record was astounding. For those numbers of tournament, she was only defeated twice and that was only when she was a newbie.

Harges let his laugh subside. He wiped the tears from his eyes. "In the name of the twin Gods." He called someone. "Hey, give this guy a registration form."

An employee of the Colosseum jogged to Melvin. He was then offered a paper for him to register. Melvin didn't hesitate to sign it. "My fighter will be that woman." He pointed at Celine."

"If you lose, what are your stakes?"

"We have 10 gold." Melvin counted their money. It was their money left from their journey. It was all the money he had.

Harges then cut him off. "Tsk. That's too low. Also, this seems unfair. Your subordinates are not very well known known so they are obviously not a good fighters. While mine are the veterans of this arena. How about this, I'll turn you all into my slaves as well if we win. Including your child and generations."

Melvin closed his eyes. When he opened it, he spoke without hesitation. "And if we win, we will have Vahenna. Of course, I accept."

Rederick was panicking. He would pull his hairs out if he had one. "Ah! Mr. President, what are you thinking?!"

Melvin returned to his seat while somewhat annoyed. He was simmering in rage that he struggled to hold it in. He crossed his arms.

When they took their seat, Rederick was crying. Melvin sat on his seat with a strong resolve with his decision. Not even a storm could sway it.

Celine was curious on what happened. "Hey, what's wrong Red?"

Rederick stared at her with a teary eyes. He explained the whole thing that Celine was enlisted for the tournament. And if they were defeated, they would get enslaved up until their second generation of children.

Rederick sighed and leaned back. "Sir Clyde, are you sure about this?"

Melvin grunted. "I'm not turning back from my decision."

When Celine knew what Melvin was going into. She would bash her head on the concrete if she could. She was holding her head. "Ugh! What am I gonna do? Sir, I'm sorry but I cannot do it."

"Celine, you're gonna be fine. Just calm down for a moment."

"Red, will be a better option for your fighter."

Melvin chuckled. "Don't worry, I know you can do it. I believe in you."

In reality, Melvin put in her in the stadium so that the noblemen would lower their expectations in their winning. He just would like to see the look on their faces after the match.

However, despite their panic, only Shira was calm, which Melvin found it odd. "Shira, you aren't surprised?"

Shira shook her head. "I know that you can do it. You have an ability in here that no one else have."

Melvin smiled. He held up his colt. He then took out the magazine and loaded it with ammos he have left. "Shira, thank you for believing me. I promise, I'll give you a good job once we return to our country. Do you have any families in here?"

"I didn't know that. I was trained by the company to do slave work since I was a child."

"That's sad. How did you get enslaved?"

"My parents committed a crime and got enslaved. When someone does a crime, their children would get punished as well, thus their basic rights are no longer protected. They can be enslaved by the Red Shackles company. Depending on the severity it can run through generations. I heard my great grandfather tried to assassinate a noble. And if I bear a child, unless my husband is a noble, the child of my child would still be a slave before the crime is relieved."

Melvin was dismayed. "That's kind of messed up."

"Really?" Shira was thinking the same as him. Though she couldn't speak it out since she was afraid of being punished. Questioning their tradition and culture was also not allowed.

"Of course. The children don't have to bear their parent's sins." Behind him, Celine was melting. She was hugging Shira. "Hey Shira, help me."

Melvin believed in her. Back on earth, she was a capable shooter although not experienced. For being a veteran MMA fighter, her reaction time was also higher.

Melvin gave her his colt weapon. "Here. I know you can do it."

"But we could also be enslaved. Aren't you worried?"

Melvin pinched her cheek, causing her to wake up. "You've been an MMA fighter, aren't you? You can do it. Besides, as long as you can aim anyone can handle a gun."

"That was different. This risk in this one is just too high."

Shira beamed a warm smile at her. "Madam Celine, I know you can do it." It comforted her somewhat which changed her mood.

Seeing her smile, Celine clenched her fist and held on the handle. "Yes, I can do it." She then hid it in her pockets.

Melvin gauged the arena. It was around 15 meters in radius. Celine would have more time to aim before the enemy could reach her. He estimated their success rate to be high.

Staring at the Duke, he seems to be telling his nobility associates about the battle for later. It was obvious he was talking about Melvin, since every second they would stare at him while laughing.

Though Melvin tried to ignore it and focus on the arena. Currently, it was a chaotic fight. It was between two burly men. They were exchanging blows while also parrying each other. One carried a mace while one had an axe. It was like watching a medieval movie of two gladiators. They could hear their shouts as they fought.

Eventually, the one with the mace crushed the skull of his opponent. Blood got spew out on the arena platform. He then raised his arms, his warcry screamed of victory. There also bloodstains on his body. There were cheers coming from the audience. The peasants were the loudest. While the nobility were only smiling some were clapping. "The winner is Chain Hound!" Shouted the emcee.

Those who looked disappointed and left were the ones who lost the bet. Betting was very common in the arena amongst the audience. Melvin had to wait long for the match to end.

This Chain Hound fighter was competent. He managed to win against three opponents without rest. Most of the bets were now on him. He became everyone's favorite.

"Mr. President, do you have any gold? I feel like the Chain Hound is going to win this match."

Melvin shrugged. "I don't know about that."

The audience were cheering for his name. "Chain Hound, Chain Hound!"

Chain Hound was grinning as he received their cheers. He raised his burly and tough arms. "Yeah!"

But the audience were quickly silenced after they noticed Vahenna entering. Her reputation was known in the arena. She was holding her broad sword. Her iron boots clank as he made her way. She was fully armored from head to foot.

Chain Hound and Vahenna were circling each other, waiting for one side to strike. "Even if you're a woman, I won't hesitate to crush your skull. Haha!"

Vahenna harrumphed. "Once we are standing on the arena with our swords up, who cares if I don't have balls hanging on my groin."

Chain Hound laughed. "Haha, good point. In here we are fighting for our freedom after all."

"Yeah!" Vahenna then swooped in towards Chain Hound. She took a deep breath and concentrated on her arm.

Chain Hound grinned. He posed to strike. When they were close, Chain Hound looked gigantic. He was twice the height of her. His mace would even crush her body with its size. On one glance it was obvious Chain Hound would win.

Chain Hound then swung at her. Vahenna rolled away. He then swung it sideways towards her.

Vahenna then released a swift swing of her sword. It was not the usual swing, this one looked unstoppable leaving a trail of light. Chain Hound's mace was sliced like butter which alarmed him. "What the hell?!"

Vahenna lurched forward while she had an opening. She then leaped and sliced his throat. Chain Hound's blood gushed out. He then fell on the ground, bleeding to his death.

With a gasp, the audience cheered for her. They were now throwing their support at her.

On the sides, Shira commented. "Sir, that was fierce deep blade technique in action."

"Bloody and terrifying, but it was kinda a cool move." Melvin steepled his arms

The battles afterward were Vahenna's matches. She moved through the match until she reached the finales. With her technique she was able to win against intimidating foes with various sizes. She was able to cut armors like nothing.

Melvin assessed it. It was impressive but it was only good against metallic weapons and armors. Regardless of what they could do, no one in this world have prepared a countermeasure against fire arms.

So Melvin still had confidence for his secretary.

Then afterward, it was Celine's turn. They were now counting on her. "You can do it."

Celine took a deep breath and stood up. "I hope. Sir, if I make out of this alive I need a raise for my salary."

Rederick and Shira cheered for her as well. "We'll cheer for you."

A guide approached her. She was guided into the room to ready for her weapons. Looking around there were various weapons from halberds, spears, axe, mace, whip, long swords and shields.

She tried lifting a body armor and even it was heavy for her. "I'm not gonna wear one."

The guide was confused. "Are you crazy?"

"Tell them I'm ready for the fight." She was in her usual suit and the only thing she had on her arm was a pistol.

"They truly are idiots." The guide was scratching his head. He then ran away and notify the emcee so her name could be called. At this point, only the well-known fighters should be on the arena.

The audience were expecting a powerful opponent for Vahenna, they couldn't wait to see. For some odd reason, they were assigned for the finale.

"The unstoppable, raging dragon, a master of fierce deep blade, with only 2 losses, 49 wins, having a record of 51 battles in the arena. The slave warrior, Vahenna, the Dragon of the Dusk."

Vahenna entered mightily towards the arena, in which the audience cheered for her.

"Then unto the next competitor... Huh? Is this right? Wait." The emcee was inspecting on what he saw. "I see so it's right. She is a slave of a beggar noble. With 0 records in the arena. Her gladiator name is Celine, the Worm Warrior."

The doors then opened for her. She began walking out with an upset look.

The audience were surprised, especially the nobility. They then laughed while others gave her a loud boo.