Final Match

"And finally here we are with the final match, audience! I'm going to cut this speech very short because I'm as excited as everyone else. I want to watch the fight."

As the announcer was about to introduce the contestants, the arena erupted.

"What's going on? The gates haven't opened yet. I think there's some outside interference in the arena. Jammers, take care of it."

Harry and Emily were watching the final. They hadn't seen either of them because of the fight between Alex and Nicolas.

"What's going on Emily?"

"I don't know, I think a stranger has entered the pitch."

"How could he? Jammers don't protect? In and out?"

At that moment the dust cleared. The bars behind which the Zronan Killer was standing were broken. As everyone looked around the arena for him with their eyes, suddenly Peter the Ice Prince burst out of the bars he was in. He crashed into the arena wall and fell to the ground.

The Zronan Killer came out from where Peter was. Peter was thrown by the Zronan Killer.

"Our contestants are apparently quite impatient. The match has already started."

 Peter was lying weakly on the ground. He was trying to get up, but he couldn't.

"Ice Prince, peh" The Zronan Killer rushed to Peter's side. He lifted Peter's head as he lay face down on the ground. He whispered in his ear. "I have yet to show you my true power, Peter."

"The only person who can address me without the suffix respect is my father." He had a hard time saying that. "Ahem." Peter, he vomited blood.

 "Stop, stop, slow down, don't die yet." The Zronan Killer grabbed Peter by the head. He lifted him into the air. He was bleeding from his nose. He was whispering something through his mouth.

The Zronan Killer shouted in Peter's ear. "What are you saying, motherfucker?"

All the spectators watched in amazement. A child whispered to his father.

"Daddy, Daddy, is the Ice Prince dead?"

"No, son. He's not that easy to kill."

His father was thinking to himself. "Come on, Ice Prince, you'll win this match. I believe in you."

"I'm sorry, Peter, it was obvious his death would be at my hands."

"Leon, that day was not my fault." Peter opened his left eye. He couldn't open his right eye because of the swelling.

The Zronan Killer let go of Peter. He took a few steps backwards. He held his head with his hands.

Peter's legs were broken. He dragged himself by his hands across the floor and came to the Zronan Killer. He straightened up. He took the Zronan Killer's hand. 

"I'm sorry, my Leon, I had to use this." He held his hand and used mana absorption.

The whole audience burst into applause. "That's it, Peter! Use your mana absorption to heal and defeat him!"

The Zronan Killer came to his senses. "You tricked me, Peter."

Peter, too, had used his mana absorption to heal and looked stronger than ever. "I didn't trick you, Leon. This is who you are."

"Shut the fuck up." He was moving so fast. "I'm going to finish you now."

"Don't worry, Leon, I won't take too long either."

"This idea of Leon is hurting me. Am I Leon? No, I'm not. I'm the Zronan Killer, but why does this thought still haunt me?"

"It seems you're very thoughtful. Leon"

"Don't call me Leon, you ice dog."

The Zronan Killer had hit Peter so hard that he hit the arena wall. "Tsch, these won't hurt me anymore." Blue pulled his top up. His body was covered in ice. "I've already covered my body with ice, so I take minimal damage from every blow."

Peter thought this fight had to end. "Now Leon, this fight has to end. I'm going to show you the result of Harvey's sword style combined with my own superior ice skills."

"Peh, come here. I've seen guys get knocked out with one punch."

Peter began to attack Leon with a variety of movements. The Harvey style depended on light sustained attacks and dodging. A little touch and backing away. Over and over he did the same thing. The Zronan Killer met him with a special steel glove.

"Hahaha, look at Style, is that all you can do?"

"You still don't get it, do you?"

As we were talking, Peter and the Zronan Killer were still fighting. The Zronan Killer was also attacking but Peter was parrying.

"I'll tell you out of respect for you before the final move." Peter stepped back too far. "By now your arms should start to go numb, your insides will slowly freeze and you will die. Every time I hit you, I freeze you through the swords with my Icego generation variant."

As Peter had said, the Zronan Killer began to freeze.

"And anything with ice in it is under my control. A variant of the coldest ice in the Arctic, HEXA THE GREAT HEXA! Absolute ZERO!"

The field was completely frozen. The Zronan Killer looked at his arms. Slowly he was freezing from his hands down. He looked towards Peter. Looking towards Peter, his whole body was frozen, including his face.