THE KINGS FINAL BATTLE

The next morning, Ken woke up feeling the excitement in the air. He stretched his muscles and muttered to himself, "Today is a big day." His thoughts raced, knowing there was a duel match ahead. He was thrilled, not only about participating in the event but also about witnessing the fierce battles that would unfold. He eagerly anticipated the fights that were about to take place.

Ken walked downstairs into the tavern, his presence radiating a quiet but fierce confidence. The tension in the air seemed to thicken as he walked, determined and ready for what lay ahead. He had his sights set on the ultimate prize: the chance to challenge the king of the kingdom. The tournament was clear—whoever won the duel would claim the kingdom as their own.

When Ken arrived at the arena, the sight of the king standing in the center immediately caught his attention. The king's commanding presence filled the space around him, making it clear that few dared challenge him. But Ken wasn't deterred. Stepping forward, he raised his voice respectfully, "I will be the next opponent of His Majesty."

The king, with a smile, acknowledged the challenge, his tone humble yet regal. "Very well, then. Lighten me, my fellow brother."

The two faced each other in a standoff in the middle of the arena. Tension hung in the air like a live wire, sparks practically flying from the energy between them. As the battle began, the sound of their weapons clashing reverberated throughout the arena.

The king spoke mid-fight, his voice filled with admiration. "What a nice surprise. It's rare to struggle against someone younger than myself."

The fight intensified as both fighters pressed on with relentless force. The clash of their weapons echoed through the arena as they fought with everything they had. Ken received a shallow wound to his cheek, but in return, he expertly severed the king's arm in one clean strike.

The crowd gasped in shock at the sight. A healer was quickly called to tend to the king, and the match was declared over. Ken emerged victorious and was declared the new king. The crowd's silence reflected their awe and disbelief, but no one challenged his position.

As Ken prepared to leave the arena, a voice called out to him, interrupting his thoughts. "I will fight you, Ken."

Ken turned in surprise, seeing Jully standing at the edge of the arena. Taken aback, he raised an eyebrow. "Okay then, come at me," he said, his tone a mix of curiosity and readiness for the unexpected challenge.