Born Almighty Warrior
Chapter 39 The Death Arena

There was no presence that could be felt; no obvious or physical tell-tale signs of something--ormaybe, someone--so powerful about to strike. However, the mere existence of Dustin in the areawas inescapable. As he was part of the top ten outer disciples, it would have been a foolish move forthe other disciples to provoke someone who ranked much higher than they did. Moreover, theyneeded no further proof that Dustin was a being who was not to be messed with.

Just then, his eyes caught Watson's form rising from the battered floor, surprising the witnesses ofthe sudden battle in front of their eyes. Even Dustin, who acted rather aloof during the ordeal,raised his eyebrows in slight astonishment at the sight of Watson straightening up from hiscrumpled position on the ground.

As Watson was one of his subordinates, Dustin was well quite aware of his capabilities.

Closing his eyes and focusing on the auras of the individuals currently engaged in a clash, Dustinmade a move to feel the level of power Ricky was exhibiting. With a hum, he blinked his eyes openand measured that Ricky was still under the ninth grade of Skin Refinement.

Now that he was fully standing up, Watson spat on the ground and shouted at his opponent. "Beready to die!” The eyes of a brave and merciless warrior were reflected on Watson's face. It hadseemed like at that moment, he was certain about his victory and was ultimately ready to risk it allfor the fight. Running with all his might, Watson then brandished out his long and sleek steel swordfrom the scabbard hooked on his waist, poised to attack Ricky one more time.

As the onslaught of slashes was doomed to fail, it may have just been the first time he had broughtshame on himself in front of numerous spectators ever since he had reached the ninth grade of SkinRefinement.

"Watson, it would be better for you to step down," Dustin stated coldly, choosing to step in themiddle of the fight before his subordinate would lose any further than he already had. With heavybreathing, Watson wiped the grime and sweat running from his temple to his chin and reluctantlystepped back. Direct orders from his superior were supposed to be followed no matter what thecircumstances were. Primarily, it was best to obey even if acting against it tempted him. "Yes, sire.”Watson replied dutifully and lowered his gaze.

Sheathing his sword, Watson turned back to Dustin and walked towards him. It was made obviousto everyone, most especially to him, that Ricky was much too skilled to compete with Watson. “Itwas a losing battle, anyway, * Dustin disgruntledly thought, watching his subordinate limp towardswhere he stood.

"Now, stranger,” Dustin remarked in a frigid tone and shifted his stance to regard the other man. "Iam not interested in who you are, or in who you think you are.” At this moment, the other peoplesurrounding the area had gathered rather closely and watched the exchange between the two withkeen interest. "You have trespassed into my territory and destroyed my gate.” With heavy andcalculated steps, Dustin strode to the other's position and pointed at his face menacingly beforespeaking again. "Now you have to be destroyed too." The murderous aura surrounding Dustin rosewith purpose that it had reached high and far which made the folks observing the scene widen theireyes with the sheer show of power.

There were many things that Dustin was not aware of during his rigorous training and preparationfor the Outer Competition which had lasted for two months. Due to his dedication to succeed andaccompanied by his pure concentration, he was not informed that Ricky had been appointed as anouter disciple of the Snow Sect.

"Are you certain that you do not want to know who I am?" Ricky sneered and crossed his armsacross his chest. "I'll bet you will so desperately want to know my identity after what I am about totell you."

Stepping even closer to stare directly into the cold and heartless eyes of the man opposite him,Ricky shrugged his shoulders and smiled ominously before he opened his mouth and spoke."Remember your dear brother, Luther? I was the one who killed him." With a startled grasp from thecrowd, Ricky continued to torment the other. "I was the one who forced him to face the Saber-toothed Tiger and when he almost survived that,” With a dramatic pause, Ricky faced the shockedand appalled face of Dustin and his eyes twinkled with malicious intent. “I broke his neck andfinished the job."

Finishing his spiel, Ricky did not have to wait for the violent reactions from the crowd formedaround them. Even Dustin's face had taken an ashy and pale hue, clearly astonished by theinformation just presented to him.

The disciples held their deepening fear and increasing anxiety in their hearts. Moreover, their spiritscould not bear to face the man directly, as they chose to look anywhere but the mad man's eyes."It was him after all!” They all whisper-shouted surreptitiously. With a sudden realization, thedisciples gasped as they connected their thoughts together. "Of course Luther was killed by noneother than Ricky! It was naive of us to think Lewis was the one who fought him."

One of the disciples suddenly remembered a certain rumor going around in earlier moments andbutted in. "Don’t you think Ricky has come here for his revenge?" When the disciples have heardhim, he gulped and continued. "It's just that.. I heard that Dustin attacked Lewis in the morning.”The chaos around the arena grew and grew with the sudden revelation of what Dustin and Rickyhad done.

With the confirmation of Ricky himself to the vicious murder of Luther, as well as the conspiratorialmurmurs of the people around him, Dustin felt something incomparably hot settle in his chest asanger flowed through his very being and his vision went red.

"You will not go out of here alive!”

Yelling those words, Dustin charged at him with the whole force of his pent-up rage and frustration.Akin to lightning, Dustin aimed to deliver a sharp and powerful punch at Ricky's side.

A thunderous sound echoed throughout the place as a strong jab intercepted his own. Another loudthump followed the loud noise as both fighters managed to collide their fists when Ricky attemptedto block the attack with his own punch.

Following their assault came a third well-aimed jab and block. Both Dustin and Ricky stepped back,chests heaving, their eyes alight with alertness and utmost resistance. There, in the ground, wasshallow footprints proof of their short yet intense scuffle.

"How could this be?" The crowd gasped with awe and confusion. The air sparked with tension;heavy enough to be suffocating. "How strong really is this Ricky?" They murmured againstthemselves, unbelieving of what they just witnessed in front of their eyes. "How could it be possiblethat Ricky and Dustin are equally matched?” Some of them added and blinked their eyes inbewilderment. Disciples around the two held their breath in anticipation of what was to come nextas they could not comfortably predict the outcome of the battle at all.

Despite the mere fact that Ricky had easily overcome and defeated Watson, it was still a shock thathe was currently competing with Dustin.

"He... he has arrived at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement?"

"Was it not a popular rumor that he had no spiritual meridian?"

The crowd mumbled endlessly, getting more and more antsier as the two faced off.

A self-deprecating chuckle was heard from Dustin, then the man took a fighting position and facedRicky. With a glint in his eye, Ricky responded to the obvious challenge by beckoning him with hisfingers. "Very welll It has been a long time since anyone has provoked me like you just did. You havealso admitted to killing someone I loved!" Growling, he pushed his hair back and widened hisstance, prepared to showcase his incredible skills after having witnessed Ricky's power.

"As I have killed your brother mercilessly and with no regret, I shall end you in the same way!"Replying to Dustin's taunt, Ricky grimly declared in an unnerving tone.

"Why don't we finish this on the Death Arena? I will be waiting.”

After turning back and leaving with those words, his clothes billowed behind him as the atmospheregrew thicker with tension. All the swarming disciples could do was to make way for Dustin andwatch with rapt contemplation as they waited for him to make a move. “Is it really about to go downlike this?' Some of them pondered, with bated breath.

"Only one of us is going to survive." One could cut the thick silence with a knife. Asserting to theman walking away from him, he continues, "And it is going to be me." With a concentrated glare atthe back of his foe, Dustin followed Ricky onto the field.

The Death Arena became deafening as soon as word spread about the battle about to commence.Moreover, the once quiet grounds were now filled with chatter and anticipation.

Due to the continuous talks of the outer disciples, the news had reached even the inner disciplesand their intrigue had increased.

Within an hour, more and more people had gathered below the Death Arena to witness the fight.Murmurs of who could possibly win and live surround the field and some bets were even placedfrom the troublesome disciples.

Among the sea of faces, some of the people directly involved with both fighters clamored to thefront, desperately trying to view what exactly was going on. Displeased with the bodies squirmedtogether, Vivian panicked and shouted, "What was Ricky thinking?! He just said he was going out formedicine and next thing I know he's fighting to the death! With Dustin of all people!" The loudvoice carried over to the other women next to her despite the noise.

Beside her, Agnes arrived at the arena with just as much confusion and displeasure.

"Do any of you know why he has such a deep resentment and anger for Dustin?" she inquired,apparently not present for the revelation just an hour before. "Is it so necessary that they fight tothe death?"

Glaring at Ricky who was preparing on the arena, Agnes thought with worry and resignation, “Is heoverestimating his capabilities or is he just confident to propose such a battle?"

Because of the endless talk and gossip among the people spectating the event, Agnes eventuallydiscovered what happened prior to the death match as well as everything that had been revealedabout the two.

The crowd below the arena waited in trepidation as Dustin and Ricky were about to face off.

The wind howled and the skies marginally darkened as if the nature, too, was aware of what wasabout to happen. An anxious girl bit her lip and scanned her eyes on the grounds before settling onthe woman in front of her. "Master Grace! Do you not think that this man is too impulsive? Should Inot call him down and call off this nonsense?!"

With her words, Heather once again looked at Ricky who was on the arena, distressed and agitated.Both women were strolling around the Snow Sect before all the commotion occurred and they hadheard of Ricky and Dustin determined to fight on the Death Arena. Running all the way to thesupposed match, their minds were filled with thoughts of why they chose to settle their dispute thisway and of who would eventually triumph over the other.

A sigh escaped Grace's rosy lips and she stared at the arena with acquiescence. "We would merelywaste effort in trying to stop him. He has already decided for himself, as he is ultimately the onlyone responsible for himself." "Besides-" Grace sighed forlornly and eyed Ricky with pity. "Even if Idid try to stop him, I do not believe he would do as I asked."

A resonant and ear-splitting sound could be heard as a gong was hit to commence the fight.

As the two opponents struck the gong simultaneously, the crowd had gotten considerably quieter.The solemn sound created by the two of them was sobering the cacophony of noise the spectatorswere making.

An Elder could be seen entering the field, a previous one, who had officiated death matches andarranged the formalities of whoever was entering such a brutal competition.

Although the Elder was incredulous about the fact that Dustin was standing upon the Death Arena,he was more taken aback at the presence of Ricky. Just like the people who came to watch bothmen, many did not still believe their eyes in seeing Ricky be brave enough to fight the powerfulDustin.

After all, the Elder was familiar with Ricky; all his capabilities, his personality, and his background.The Elder's name was Elder Abbott, and he was the ninth Elder of the Snow Sect. Along with thisimpressive position was the fact that he was also a demi-immortal.

Despite his confusion at the match-up of the death match, he straightened his shoulders andcleared his throat. As both of them looked up, he did not see it fit to ask unnecessary questions andproceeded to confirm if Ricky and Dustin had both wholeheartedly agreed to the conditions of thefight and what the consequences were for whoever was going to lose. At their grim "Yes, I agree,”Elder Abbott nodded in finality.

Gathering his thoughts on whoever was to lose and die, the old man mulled on the fact that theman on his right, Dustin, only meant little to a demi-immortal Elder such as him. Looking to his left,he was just as displeased at Ricky, who had not really mattered much to him and was usually anuisance to his duties.

The Elder stared straight ahead with an indifferent expression, not even a single shred of regret inhis body as he felt no concern for both of them.

"He must die by my hand!"

A ferocious shout by Ricky suddenly cut through the arena, and the uproar of the crowd fueled hispassion and intent to kill.

"I will mourn for my brother,” Dustin then pointed at Ricky with his finger before continuing. "Byremoving his head.”

The other man replied with just as much ferocity as Ricky.

With the clear challenge from Dustin, Ricky grins maliciously and steps into place. Then came theElder Abbott's pronouncement, "Well you may begin now!" As the rules of the Death Arena weremade well-aware for everyone situated in the area, there was no mistake to be made: the winnerwould live, and the loser would die. There were no exceptions to the rules and no one was above it.Breathing deeply, Elder Abbott practically sensed the intense amount of rage building up inside thetwo fighters, as well as the oh-so desperate intent to kill and to shed blood upon the ground of thearena. With the rising tension between the two, the Elder made a move to exit the arena for thedeadly match to finally begin.

Another disorienting sound came from the main ground, which signalled that the fight had indeedstarted.

Without further ado, the two daring combatants aimed for each other in an instant to decapitatethe other.

"Go!"

"Go!"

For a moment, only a flurry of movement could be seen from both men due to their agile andmagically fast attacks. The audience below cheered even louder, clearly enjoying the battle betweentwo highly-skilled individuals in their attempt to overpower the other.

"Fierce tiger power! Whiz Fist!" Ricky yelled, engaged with his power.

Confidently carrying an effective move, Ricky discharged his strongest punch as he was nowexpectant of the skills of such a formidable opponent like Dustin. Furthermore, he held nothingback from his attack, the intent to hurt and kill was high on his priority list when it came to the otherman. As Ricky was impulsive and often showed recklessness, the idea of reservation was a foreignconcept to him.

Amidst the chaos of his assail, he tried his best to land a punch directly on Dustin's face, which wasjust about to make the other groan in pain. An observable aura of tiger shadows from his spiritualenergy completely surrounded his body and he felt as if he was invincible.

On the other hand, Dustin was just as focused on crashing his attacks on Ricky. The spectators couldbe heard gasping and shouting loudly at the match going on, for the two showcased spectacularskill in combat battle, as well as being able to defend their bodies from the onslaught of offensivemagic.

"Bone Crashing Palm-----three palms in one!" Dustin howled while he deployed his special move.In that moment, Dustin wielded three dark hand prints that hovered above the air ominously. With avictorious smirk, the three hand prints merged right in front of their faces, glowing with dark energy.With their attacks happening simultaneously towards each other, a heavy bellow was heard whichbrought the battle to a momentary standstill. The crowd went silent before getting louder than theyhad ever been. The two fighters resumed to duel, with seemingly no end in sight.