The Conspiracy of the Elites

Somewhere else on the ship, another fierce battle was going on. This was a battle between Captain Jack, the leader of the Camelotian fleet, and another 3rd rank high-grade soldier.

During the training sessions, he was not too exceptional, as he opted to act in a low-key manner, but no one dared to underestimate him. As the commander of a whole fleet, his strength and capability are not beans, everyone was clear on that.

This was his first gladiator battle; his ring name is Captain Jack. He was too arrogant, or probably too lazy to brainstorm for a tyrannical nickname, his opponent’s ring name is Deathstroke.

As soon as the battle began, he was too impatient to slowly fight a drawn-out battle, as he charged forward to meet his opponent decisively. His opponent was not the best, but was among the better ones during their training. His opponent used a saber as his weapon, while he wielded a broad sword as his weapon.

His opponent agreed with his sentiment, as he also decided to end the battle swiftly. Deathstroke advanced forward to meet him, as they closed the distance rapidly. He didn’t allow him any advantage, as he took the initiative to attack first. He hacked down with his huge sword vertically.

Boom!! The air shook fiercely as his sword cut forward unstoppably, his opponent didn’t face him foolishly in one place like a motionless target. He jumped back 2 steps as soon as the Captain’s huge sword hit the ground, cracking the metal floor. He advanced forward swiftly at him, as soon as the force from the sword died down.

Whoosh!! His saber slashed forward swiftly like a viper, clearly displaying his skill as an elite, the saber strike was very fast and well calculated. Captain jack didn’t have the time to block the huge sword.

The spectators were already feeling tense, as time seemed to have slowed down. The 3rd rank high-grade soldier battles clearly had more depth to it, a lot of the spectators knew that Captain Jack would not die from this maneuver, but he would surely receive an injury.

Boom!! Boom!! The whole ship immediately quietened down like a graveyard, after these 2 very glaring attack sounds. The commentator was also unusually quiet, as he was left speechless from the outcome of the attack.

It was the most unexpected of all the possibilities, the spectators sucked in a breath of cold air as their brain couldn’t comprehend what just happened.

At the moment that his opponent’s saber was advancing forward, the Captain made a very confident and arrogant decision. He abandoned his broad sword, as he quickly slammed at his opponent’s advancing saber with his bare hands. He didn’t even look to know the outcome, before he slammed with his 2 palms again at his opponent’s ears.

His opponent’s sword shattered to pieces from the hit, his head withstood the blow, as it didn’t explode, but everyone was sure that he was probably already a mad man.

The force from the slam alone was enough to make his head explode. The fact that it didn’t, already proved his resilience, but his brain tissues were probably already mangled into a mess.

Captain Jack finally picked up his broad sword, as his opponent stood, swaying slowly, phasing between life and death. He made the decision on his behalf, as he cleanly separated his head from his body with his broad sword.

After doing the deed, he slowly raised his head as he looked arrogantly round the spectators, before walking away gallantly amid the silence. This silence stretched on for some time, before the spectator’s brains finally arrived back at the present, as they started yelling his name.

Forget about his arrogant look before he left. The spectators didn’t care about it, it just made them feel more excited, this is exactly what they came to see.

Clark also watched the battle, as he brooded in silence, the Captain’s brute strength horrified him. He just thanked his God that he was a higher ranked high-grade soldier, so they were not meeting in the tournament. He also thanked his lucky stars for not trying anything foolish, while he was still on his fleet.

As the spectators yelled, the commentator finally found his nerves as he tried to talk. Well, what could he say?

The battle was already over, he was speechless but he couldn’t just remain silent. So, he just started heaping praise on the Captain endlessly before the arena was quickly deserted, by the spectators. The praise was not unwarranted though, as the Captain accomplished this feat without using a battle art.

It was not his rank battle, but Clark still thoroughly analyzed it for the experience.

Captain Jack felt humiliated for being captured to fight as gladiator, to entertain others. He was angry, but he knew his limits, his country could not just save him from this huge behemoth.

So, he decided to direct his rage to his opponents in the ring. He was determined to dominate the tournament, and fight his way to freedom dominantly, venting all his frustration.

The next day, battles continued as gladiators fought each other. The tournament was already becoming more complicated, as the gladiators already studied most of their opponent’s skill and battle arts. Strategies were already being devised to better fight opponents, as the 2nd round of the tournament began.

Emily Bauer’s second battle was being fought today, she finally revealed her real name to Clark before going to the ring, or better still the cage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s welcome our gladiators today to the ring. Today’s battle is between The flexible master, and The hermit”. The commentator diligently did his job, as he announced fluently.

The spectators cheered loudly, as the 2 gladiators both entered the cage. All the gladiators already started having their own fanbase, as the spectators shouted their favorite’s ring name.

The gladiators themselves didn’t pay attention to things such as fans, as they were basically hostages in this ship. But their fans, paid great attention to them.

Emily exercised her hands, swinging her 2 light swords back and forth, as she quickly entered the cage. Her self-proclaimed fans screamed her ring name, as the gate to the cage quickly closed behind her.

After a long time of preparation, the 2 gladiators both understood themselves. As they have trained, studied and analyzed each other’s techniques, fighting style and battle arts comprehensively.

She was nervous, as according to statistics from the analysts. The hermit had an 8% chance more than her, to emerge victorious in this battle. The analysts could not be trusted, but such a statistic still brought her unimaginable pressure.

She tried to ignore this analysis, despite it haunting her repeatedly. Clark and Henry already gave her a word of encouragement and advice before she entered the cage, to ignore it and focus, but she just couldn’t.

“Well, I’ll just have to adapt to it on the spot then,” she muttered in encouragement to herself, while advancing forward.

Today’s battle was clearly going to be a battle of skill and technique, as the hermit also wielded 2 light swords as his weapon of choice. They understood themselves, so they didn’t waste time, as they approached each other, quickly closing the distance.

Whoosh!! Whoosh!! Clang!! The hermit attacked first, as his 2 swords stabbed forward swiftly 3 times. She reacted fast as she swayed left and right, rapidly dodging the first 2 stabs. She parried the final stab with one of her swords, while her other sword advanced forward eerily and swiftly like a viper.

Her opponent didn’t pull back, as he calmly blocked her fast sword. His swords suddenly vibrated as he applied force, pulling a very fast maneuver with them.

She sensed the danger, as her opponent’s swords closed in on her outstretched hand with abnormal speed. Her brain quickly went into overdrive, as she pulled her hand back while looking for another solution, as the swords were advancing faster than her hands were pulling backwards.

Boom!! She decisively unleashed her battle art, the boneless maneuver, after running out of options, as her outstretched hand bent backwards swiftly.

Awwn!! She groaned slightly in pain, as her hand escaped but her opponent’s sword still sliced a portion of flesh from it as compensation. She was not done though, as she was not ready to be the first to be disadvantaged.

Her bent hands suddenly straightened, propelling her sword forward as blood slowly dropped down from her hand.

Her opponent was just too calm a fighter, as he tried pulling back quickly, he avoided a fatal injury but her sword still connected to his shoulder. Whoosh!! She didn’t leave it at that, as she twisted her sword with speed, ripping a significant injury on her opponent’s shoulder ruthlessly.

Despite the pain, The hermit still kept a calm face, as he planned on slowing the tempo of the fight.

She disagreed though, as she launched herself forward like a rocket. He reacted fast, as he slashed at her with one of his swords. Her battle art showcased its usefulness again, as she twisted, abnormally dodging the sword strike while still airborne.

This maneuver earned a cheer from the audience, but she didn’t hear them as all her mind was on winning this battle. The hermit was finally caught off guard, as he didn’t expect her to dodge his sword while still airborne. He hastily attempted to dash backwards faster, but it was too late.

She slashed with her sword upwards, as she attempted to finish the fight quickly. As her swords reached a height, she flipped them up. Quickly catching them back, she stabbed down ruthlessly at her opponent’s brain.

The hermit finally reacted, as he looked up in alarm, confusion and rage, while rolling backwards. He managed to escape death, but his opponent’s stab still gave him a new injury, as he quickly turned to face her in rage.

Boom!! The air vibrated, as he advanced while unleashing his battle art, “Heart of the hermit”. He was determined to teach his opponent a lesson now, “you want a fast-paced battle, a fast-paced battle you will get”.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! He stabbed twice with an insane speed; she expected it as she parried with her sword. But this time, he was something else as his third stab advanced faster, giving her another injury on her cheeks.

Ptui!! This time, she didn’t expect this as the Hermit released a 4th stab, stabbing her abdomen. She staggered disorderly, before quickly pulling herself together, while gritting her teeth in pain.

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