Monark Tournament

"Ahhh!" screamed the participants. Some of them tried to stab their weapons into the floor.

Clang! "Fuck! Why is the stage so damn tough?" cursed the participants when their weapons did not penetrate the floor.

Boom! The big wave of water and the participants crashed to the ground, below the stage.

"Shit!" cursed the man holding a fire sword. He stood up and looked at Edgar with fierce eyes.

"Pushing off the stage is disqualified?" The man chuckled. "How can the rules be boring like that? I will show Poison Lord how to make the show more exciting!" He said with a big grin. He walked toward the stage, and the others seemed encouraged, but they suddenly stopped moving.

A big man named Malik appeared behind the man holding a fire sword. Malik was grinning while raising his arm. His face looked hideous as he smashed the head of the man.