Strength and Rivalry 1.118

Time flew by and the day of the fight between Viggo and Ottar arrived. The Ganesha family had lent their coliseum while members of the Hera family ordered the entire event.

Viggo was sitting on a bench in a long corridor that connected the cellar to the arena of the colosseum. There were hardly any lights along the hallway, which helped relax Viggo. The latter thought that it would have been a good idea to have arrived at the last moment or to arrive late to only have entered and fought. Now that he had time to think before the fight, he was getting nervous.

On the left side of the corridor travelled the voices of the crowd that must have come to see how Ottar, and he beat each other. It was a silly thing, Viggo thought, but this would be a way to confirm that things between him and Ottar were still the same. Viggo denied, things were no longer the same, he thought. Not even with his blood brothers were things the same. Tatsumi felt shy in front of him and no longer shared in the same way as before. Flora had her head in other things and had stopped behaving like a child. He himself was also different, with several wives, thinking about buying a house and setting up several shops. Everyone was changing, they would no longer be like before.

Viggo got up from his seat and started boxing with his shadow. His fists cut through the air as his legs moved with agility. At the same time, he felt his shoulders a little tense, as if something was preventing him from moving them with the usual ease.

-You should rest- said a sophisticated female voice.

Viggo stopped boxing with his shadow and looked back. Then he saw Semiramis standing about ten meters from him. Viggo turned and smiled, but Semiramis looked at him with concern. She advanced to where Viggo was, took a handkerchief from the bag she was carrying strapped to her waist and wiped the sweat from his face.

-I'm a little nervous- Viggo said with a smile on his lips.

-I know, I can see it in your eyes- replied Semiramis. She finished wiping his sweat, pushed away the handkerchief and looked into his eyes.

-Don't worry- said Viggo as he put his hands on Semiramis' hips -I'm fine, I'm in control-

Semiramis nodded and gave him a small kiss on the lips. Viggo smiled and returned it to her. However, the sound of a gong took them out of the moment. Viggo looked back and saw how an adventurer at the entrance facing the sand beckoned his hands to approach.

-It's my time- said Viggo, turning his face to look at Semiramis. She nodded and touched his arm, Viggo walked over and gave her one last kiss.

-Come back to me- said Semiramis, her eyes full of worry. Viggo nodded once more and walked towards the arena. At the same time, Semiramis was looking at Viggo's back and involuntarily put his hand to his belly and stroked.

Viggo stepped out into the arena of the coliseum as he was dazzled by the strong sunlight. He raised his face as he used his hand as a visor and looked at the crowd gathered in the stands. The bulk of the audience were adventurers while a small part located on a main balcony corresponded to gods. The latter like the monarchs of Orario were seated on thin chairs made of wood with a red velvet back and seat. In the front row sat Ganesha, the god owner of the colosseum. He was followed in the side seats by the goddess Hera, Kain, Hephaestus and Freya. After them came the lower-level gods who together numbered no more than thirty.

Viggo then looked to the front and saw Ottar come out of the other entrance as opposed to his own. They both dressed as usual and looked at each other with apparent tranquillity. Viggo advanced through the sand whose soil was made of arid earth. At that time of day, it was around 11 in the morning, there was an incandescent sun, and no wind was running.

Viggo and Ottar came to the middle of the sand, both of them looked into each other's eyes with a big smile on their lips. Full of expectations and anxiety to fight.

At the same time, the god Ganesha approached the railing that protected the gods from falling into the sand and shouted at the top of his lungs -I am Ganesha!- several gods let out sighs of annoyance while the adventurers started laughing, finding the god's performance too comical.

-Today we met to watch the fight between two warriors- Ganesha said -on the one hand, the young red-haired man, Viggo- Ganesha looked at the audience to see their reaction, but everyone was silent. Ganesha made a continuous grimace -on the other hand, from the Freya family, Ottar- then the whole audience screamed with euphoria, as the young adventurer was famous for facing entire families on his own.

At the same time, Viggo put on an uncomfortable smile as he noticed the big difference between the two. He looked at the stands where the gods were and saw how Kain broke out laughing while Hephaestus, his mother, who had to defend him, laughed in a disguised way. Viggo felt his left eyebrow throb with sheer disgust.

Viggo let out a sigh and looked at Ottar in front, who was the only one of his acquaintances who remained neutral. Ottar only raised his shoulders in a gesture of "there is nothing to do to it" Viggo smiled calmer and looked again at Ganesha at the top of the stands, where the gods were.

-The combat will last as many assaults as necessary, without weapons unless the fighters so decide. Finally, the victory will be the one who makes the opponent surrender or renders him unconscious-

Ottar and Viggo nodded as the bars of the corridors leading to the cellars of the colosseum were lowered. The audience was silent for an instant and looked at the fighters inside the arena. At the same time, Ganesha raised his arm and shouted -fight!-

The ringing of a gong sounded all over the coliseum and the audience screamed in their euphoria.

For his part, Ottar began to jump in his position, keeping tranquillity in his gaze and raising his hands to chest height. On the other hand, Viggo took a boxing position and began to rock sideways as he went.

Ottar jumped forward and threw a powerful side kick. Viggo covered himself with his forearms and gritted his teeth feeling the impact. The force that Ottar put in that kick was so much that Viggo was sent to fly more than thirty meters and collided with the wall of the colosseum.

Everyone was silent, amazed by the speed and power, as well as disappointed by the fight. Everyone expected the encounter to last longer and not just be a one-sided victory.

-Really?- said some who couldn't see the state of Viggo .

-Hey, Hey, Hey, give me my money back. This is a mockery- shout another angry

-Shut up!- yelled one of the guards who belonged to the Hera family -Ottar has not moved from the center of the arena, something happens-

-What do you know, piece of?- yelled the adventurer

The adventurer of the Hera family took him by the neck and held him without showing any expression of being making strength. At the same time, the other adventurer was turning red from the powerful grip and punching him to let go, but the adventurer of the Hera family looked indifferent.

In the end, the adventurer of the Hera family let go and the other guy fell to the ground coughing – take care of your tongue, hopefully you must be a level 3- then the adventurer ignored him and concentrated on Ottar standing in the center of the sand. The young adventurer had never thrown out his guard.

Viggo got up from the ground as he felt his forearms numbed by the powerful attack. He took a big breath, got up and cleaned the earth. Well, this happens to me because I'm nervous, Viggo thought. Then he looked at Ottar who was in the center of the sand jumping in his position. He had a cold look and an imposing attitude. Viggo smiled, took his boxing position, and ran in his direction. Once he came in front of Ottar in a quick move, he took a small leap forward and threw a punch. Ottar could barely lift his forearms and hold the punch. Since he was in a good position, the blow only inflicted severe pain on him, but he did not lose his posture.

At the same time, Viggo jumped back and falling into a comfortable position, began to move his body from side to side while covering his chin with his hands and chest with his forearms.

Ottar looked at Viggo who was ahead of him and shook his arms to remove the numbness. He then resumed his position of the Jeet kune do that Kain had taught him and concentrated on fighting. Ottar watched as Viggo kept his feet glued to the ground, so he threw himself forward covering his chest and face. Once Ottar arrived in front of Viggo he kicked his knees and thighs to damage his mobility, but Viggo backed away by dodging the blows or raising his legs to let the kicks pass.

At the same time, the crowd watched the two wrestlers throw punches at each other and back or move forward as if they were in the middle of a dance. However, despite the excitement, they suddenly noticed that Ottar, who had started the attack, had begun to back down and only defend himself. At the same time, Viggo had picked up the rhythm and was reading Ottar's movements and throwing quick punches.

-Viggo is doing well- Hephaestus said from the stands, with a big smile on her lips.

-It's just luck, my Ottar can't lose- Freya said two seats away.

Kain in the middle of the two of them, so both goddesses questioned him with their eyes. He just looked at the center of the arena and denied -it's too early to say that anyone is doing well or not- he said -Ottar and Viggo are only struggling with their physical strength, without weapons, reinforcement, or special abilities-

-Ah?!- pronounced several gods when capturing the conversation, the strength occupied by the two boys already reached the power of a level 4 of the fighter type.

Kain continued -at the moment, the advantage is Viggo's, since he learned to fight with 100% of his strength and speed-

-Kain, it's wrong to have favouritism, my Ottar loves you as if you were his father- Freya said in a melodramatic tone of voice.

-I also love him as if he were my son- Kain replied -but it's not me, it's everyone's aptitudes. Now look- Kain said, pointing to the sand. Viggo who was retaking the lead, was forced to retreat. Then everyone looked at Ottar and noticed that his muscles looked bigger and fiercer. Kain made a small smile and said -now the real fight begins-

Ottar, who was only slightly taller than Viggo, now seemed to surpass him by a span. His body was brimming with a beastly aura as his eyes had taken on a stern and merciless appearance. On the other hand, he had stopped jumping over his position and now maintained a stiffer posture, like karate.

At the same time, Viggo maintained his boxing posture while an annoying drop of sweat came down his eyebrow. His breathing was somewhat agitated, but in control. However, most of his concern was placed on Ottar's strength.

Both looked into each other's eyes, Ottar advancing one step at a time while Viggo evaluated his friend's posture. It was clear that he had sacrificed some of his agility by force, but what he had gained in power, he was worth it.

Ottar came within two meters of Viggo and threw a punch. Viggo moved his torso, neck, and face to the side in a small gesture. The fist passed touch on the cheek and left a burn on the skin. Viggo stepped back several steps, but Ottar followed and continued to throw one punch after another, to at the end of four consecutive attacks, throw a powerful kick to the stomach.

Once again, Viggo flew through the air as if it were a projectile and collided with the wall that marked the limits of the arena. However, this time, the wall was broken and Viggo was left under the rubble.