A Tear Drop, Pathetic & Incompetent
Pulling the chair, Saber sat down and took off his mask.
Even though he didn't need it, he was certainly not one to refuse a bowl of noodles and meat...especially since he had never eaten a meal in his lifetime.
One can say his interest was piqued by the bowl of food.
On the card resting on his chest, a picture of Saber's face appeared while Saber then took in a mouthful of noodles.
"Hmm, such a splendid taste...!"
Since coming into existence, Second Saber knew only the ways of murdering and then devouring his counterpart.
It wasn't something he hated since he did not know of anything else. But, for the first time, Saber felt what it was like to have a meal.
A teardrop fell from his left eye as he chomped down on the delicious and hot meal without even realizing it.
"This...?!"
The sudden weird situation caused Saber to utter out in alarm and confusion. The last thing he ever expected was to shed a tear for something...
"This is rather interesting...!" He followed up.
Some minutes later, Saber finished his meal with a genuine smile on his face while he muttered...
"The person who did this, I guess he would be my underling in the future..." Even if he was unaware of who made it, he would be sure to remember to find out.
Now, with nothing to do, Saber pondered whether to go to the bed and do another thing he had never done before or to cultivate. But, before he could...
"Attention all participants!
The registration time is officially over and the tournament is extremely close to commencing. I am now going to explain to you what would happen from now on."
A voice entered Saber's ears as the sweet female voice reverberated throughout the room.
"When a participant's name is called, one would have three seconds to touch the card that was given to the said person with one's thumb.
Thereafter, one would be teleported to a part of the battle arena. A few meters in front of this person would be his or her opponent.
You are to listen to the countdown that would resound throughout the whole battle arena before you then begin your battle with your opponent.
Until eight people are remaining, there will be thousands of battles taking place at the same time throughout the battle arena.
If you are caught up in the attack of a completely different battle, then blame your luck for being soo bad.
Of course, those caught intentionally harming opponents from other battles would be immediately disqualified.
And if the attack results in a death, then the said person responsible would also be executed...!"
THRUM!!
The voice immediately disappeared right after. It left many contestants alarmed while the contestants who were truly confident in their strength remained impassive.
Saber only smirked when hearing the words of the feminine voice as he went onto the bed and lay while gazing at the white ceiling.
"Hopefully, someone interesting would appear..." Saber uttered before closing his eyes.
Even though he was 'sleeping' his body had a mind of its own, so he wasn't worried about not being able to react under the three-second rule.
A gentle smile appeared on his face as for the first time in his existence, Second Saber felt what it was like to enter the land of dreams.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you here as we take a look at our future. We take a look at the future of the human race.
On this day, more specifically Year 102,300 of the Anthropoeidís Calendar, we would lay our eyes bare on the future rulers of not just this Solar System, but also this galaxy and maybe even outside...!"
A loud and excited female voice resounded in the massive stadium-like structure.
It was replied with the buzzing cheers of an indefinite number of people...! These people who either were completely oblivious to the incoming war or truly did not care for their lives shouted with all their might at the words of the commentator.
"Now, it is time for the first of the three rounds to begin!"
The speaker said as a seemingly infinite number of bright flashes of light encased the whole arena.
Right after, the figures of every participant made their appearance, and to the great surprise of Saber, there were merely a few thousand...
'Well, this is probably because not everyone can become an Immortal cultivator. I can only imagine the number if they had allowed anyone to participate...' Saber thought.
His thinking not being too far off, as the only thing he did not think about was the number of humans from different planets coming to this one thinking that because of its weak people, an easy tournament victory was inevitable.
Now a little more focused, Saber's attention was drawn toward the figure who was in front of him.
The human was male and had light brown hair with two bangs in the front. He wasn't that much shorter than Saber, standing at 6'2.
Unlike Saber's calm smirk though, the man who seemed to be in his early twenties had an arrogant smile plastered on his above-average-looking face.
"What is someone as delicate-looking as you doing here...?"
The brown-haired man questioned Saber immediately after seeing Saber's rather overly attractive appearance.
Most people who were in the arena were humans who were cultivators who had faced constant life and death battles throughout their long lifespans.
Yet, Saber seemed to have been pampered throughout his whole life. Saber's delicate features and pale skin didn't help at all.
He did not seem to be someone who had undergone even one hardship in his pampered life...
This caused the young man with brown hair to be quite startled when realizing that Saber was his opponent.
He who had trained for many lifetimes worth of years was now supposed to fight against a pampered young master who probably had never even done any proper training in his life?
His martial art pride wasn't having it, and he refused to believe that Saber was actual a serious opponent.
"Simply because you were weak enough to be on the receiving end of an attack that caused lasting damage to your body and an ugly scar across your face doesn't mean every other martial art master is as pathetic and incompetent as you...!"
THRUM!
Saber's harsh words resounded in the ears of the man with brown hair. Even the surrounding competitors paused when hearing Saber's words.
In the center of the arena, hovering above was a massive screen.
On it was the scene of the battle arena and the thousands of competitors on it.
Yet, without warning, Saber's face appeared on the screen as his words rung throughout the arena.
"Simply because you were weak enough to be on the receiving end of an attack that caused lasting damage to your body and an ugly scar across your face doesn't mean every other martial art master is as pathetic and incompetent as you...!"
THRUM!!
Silence...
There was a momentary silence in the arena before an ear-piercing scream reverberated throughout the once silent arena.
Right after, many more screams such as the first took place. Saber discerned that they were all feminine as he realized his exaggerated attractiveness had now caused him to go under an unnecessary amount of spotlight.
Tsk!
Saber clicked his tongue in annoyance.
His opponent on the other hand had beaming bright red cheeks as his eyes contained an unhealthy amount of visible wrath...!