Hans

Hans charged forward like an unstoppable bull. Kane easily dodged and weaved through the headfirst attack. Magic grew on Kane's body, its gray glow is something else to behold. His magic converges itself into a serpent, a monstrous behemoth that puts fear in one's heart. 

"Dragons falling star."

The serpent shot forward blasting into Han's, the gray flames consumed him. Hans's sturdy feet slipped, he flowed like a rock slipping in a torrent.

BOOM.

Kane stands tall, his smug face visible to the whole crowd. From the dust rises a harking figure.

"You bastard, that hurt."

 "But how?"

"Judging by your surprise, that must have been your ultimate attack. Sad to think I thought you might have been strong."

"Second style spinning lotus."

A flower emerged from Kane's forehead, its menacing pedals shot fourth like a full auto machine gun. 

Tung, bang, ping. The pedals bounce off his unreasonably hard body leaving nothing but small lacerations.

"Is that it? Just some light show?"

"Stop mocking me, you freak."

"Look who's talking."

"I will kill you!" 

Hans charges through the barrage entering melee range. They elegantly traded blows until Kane found an exit making distance.

"True Iron flower, zhelezo — istochnik sily bogov tvoreniya. "

A flower bloated out the ceiling, from it spurs rain from the sky all of which aiming directly at Hans.

Thud, Thud, Thud, BOOM.

"Ahhhhhhhh."

Hans lays there beaten and bruised.

"Winner of match two is Izaca industries." 

"Now, miss how about a date sometime, we can go anywhere you want, it's on me?"

She gave him a wary nod and he walked off the stage.

"Can the next contestants please come up."

A red haired midget came up from Izacas team, and a black haired average looking man came up from the other.

"Let's make this quick." Urged the red head. 

"Please announce yourselves."

"I'm Jesus, got no title nor some fancy story." Said the knight

"I am Akuma, other than that same as what you said."

Out of nowhere a sword appeared on Akuma's hip.

"I want a fair fight, may the match begin."

"Supido."

Within two milliseconds Akuma drew his sword, closed the distance and placed it on his opponent's neck.

"I forfeit." Jesus said with a stunned face.

"Oh, Izaca wins the round, they will now progress to the next bracket."

"Not fast enough." Alex yelled from the stand.