God-Tier Grimoire System
Chapter 219: Fight!

Chapter 219: Fight!

In a short span of time, the event that everyone had been waiting for arrived.

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"WHOOOHOOOO!!!"

A roar of applause and cheer erupted in a massive stadium, booming throughout the entire arena.

Tens of thousands of people were sat in a circular arena sitting at the heart of the Immortal Peak, within the training facility.

Curved rows lined the entire sitting area. The eardrum rattling noise of the crowd was relentless, waiting for the match they had all been anticipating.

Most seats were normal. Around them roamed food carts and other accommodations as they prepared for the battle to commence.

Other seating situations were much higher in quality. Some royals and important figures had the privilege of sitting within seating booths that were randomly scattered throughout the stadium.

There were also longer, larger seating booths near the top. These were scarce, and held the most important people.

In one of them was Reana Golda, along with several other male figures who wore esteemed robes and held a prominent presence.

She eagerly leaned over the railing, a wide grin on her face. She couldn’t contain her laughter, "Hahaha!" She bathed in this moment.

’I really did this...’ She thought to herself, ’Through the leverages I’ve gained, I was able to not only make this event far more massive than it already was going to be, but now, I have made it an official fight that is sanctioned by the faction thanks to Captain Heal... in this way, this fight will stretch further than even those within the faction, and out into the world as well. Who wouldn’t want to learn about an amazing fight between a known fearsome Hunter and the Dragon Tamer?’

Reana was ecstatic. She felt she had really outdone herself this time around...

At another one of the long seating booths was Huevas, who sat alone in a throne as he overlooked the arena.

At that moment, a voice came from the side, "He has gotten much stronger..." Arin’s voice exclaimed as she leaned over the railing on the far left side of the booth.

Huevas raised a brow, "Huh? Lady Arin... I didn’t see you there." He bowed politely. "To what do I owe my pleasure of seeing you here?"

Arin smiled, "I have to make time for something like this..."

Huevas grinned, nodding as he looked back at the fighting arena down below, "He’s gotten a lot stronger huh? I wouldn’t doubt it one bit."

He paused, his gaze becoming more serious, "However... I have not come here to see Tyr prove his strength. He need not prove anything to me."

"Oh?" Arin turned, "Then why are you here?"

Huevas spoke in a low tone, his brows furrowed: "You of all people know very well the reason I am here."

As Arin smirked, Huevas’ gaze swept across the entire stadium, glancing at the different powerful Faction Elders, branch Captains, and other strong individuals.

"For the same reason all of these people are present." Huevas said before pausing, "No matter how powerful Tyr has gotten... he will lose this fight." His tone was cold.

Arin didn’t say anything, letting the Vice-Grandmaster continue:

"There is no shame in it. It will be a learning experience for someone who needs it. But no matter how you look at it, Tyr will not be able to defeat that natural born monster, Crimson."

"Greetings, everyone!" A female voice rang throughout the arena at that moment.

Arin glanced at Huevas, ’He still hasn’t told me the direct reason as to why he is here...’

A holographic screen the size of a house appeared in mid-air above the arena, where Reana’s face was broadcasted to everyone.

"I am Reana Golda! For this fight, I will be calling out the names of the competitors!" Reana exclaimed with a grin.

Her voice looked to be powered by some sort of Aura, allowing it to be heard loud and clear all across.

The crowd cheered her on, clearly appreciating the girl.

"Whoo!! She’s that new news girl right?"

"Isn’t she the one who interviewed Crimson?"

"She’s new to this faction, yet she’s already climbed the ranks... good for her!"

"Thank you for making this fight official!"

Reana chuckled at this noise and replied quickly, "Now without further ado, let’s get on with the fight!"

The crowd cheered again.

"The first person to come out is none other than the Natural Born Monster! The ruler of the Immortal Peak, King Of Section A, and the likely favorite to win this fight... CRIMSON MATHAR!"

As the crowd’s cheers erupted, walked out of one of the many tunnels in the side walls of the arena.

The walls were 30 feet in height, and the tunnel hallways were close to 15 feet.

Crimson was dressed in his usual fight attire. It was a pair of loose pants and no shoes, along with a completely naked upper body.

Kepl kept a close gaze on Crimson. His eyes narrowed, ’This is how Crimson likes to fight. He has nothing to hide. Everything is exposed, and he uses his sheer might to defeat his opponents.’

Crimson’s revealed body was ripped. It was red and vascular, with the strips of his muscle striations rippling throughout as if his body was an ocean of muscle.

He had a serious gaze, his eyebrows scrunched inwards and his eyes locked forward.

"Next, the one who is called a Natural Born Genius by every instructor in this facility, and even his own opponent, the Dragon Tamer hailing from the south and the underdog going into this fight... TYR EVOLION!"

The crowd went ballistic to see Tyr’s face.

Many people weren’t from the Immortal Peak, and even those who were had rarely seen the popular young man’s face.

He was more than just a celebrity, and even with those types of people, crowds tended to go nuts.

Tyr slowly walked out of his tunnel, his gaze first sweeping through the crowd above.

’Noisy...’ He mused, ’We didn’t have to do all this bullshit... but I guess it’s all worth it since I get to fight someone who really is a challenge.’ He looked at Crimson with a slight smile on his face.

Crimson’s eyes widened as he saw this.

Tyr wore his normal attire. A loose-fitting dark robe that flowed down his body and baggy black pants.

The crowd began to quiet down, sitting at the edge of their seats. Royals and nobles honed into the two fighters. Captains and Faction figures stood with their guards held high.

A spark of electricity bolted throughout the stadium, the anticipation boiling to its tipping point.

"FIGHT!" Reana exclaimed as the crowd roared once again.

The fight had begun, and yet, not a single fighter moved an inch.

Crimson narrowed his gaze onto Tyr, "Everything is as it usually is. A hidden figure attempting to win with hidden powers..."

Tyr raised a brow, "Are you saying that to calm your nerves?" He taunted.

’I might as well have fun here... this won’t happen too often.’ Tyr mused.

Crimson grunted, "Keep trying your tactics... speech won’t win you fights."

Tyr was a bit confused by what Crimson was insinuating, ’Is he trying to say that I will attempt to win by using underhanded, hidden tactics? That must have been what his other opponents did... after all, everyone knows he’s a ’natural born monster.’

At that moment, Tyr’s gaze swept through the crowd, ’Everyone...’ He realized something, making him scoff slightly with amusement.

’Oh... I see. Not just him, or his past opponents, but everyone already expects me to fight with hidden methods. No wonder they labeled me as a genius out of everything. The whole build up to this fight has been monster versus genius. According to Reana, I am the underdog.’

For a moment, it was interesting. Then, it kind of pissed Tyr off.

"Bud," Tyr grabbed his robe, "This is just a style choice. Don’t take it to mean anything."

The crowd was filled with confused expressions as they heard this.

Tyr ripped his robe off at that moment, also revealing his upper body.

A wave of gasps rippled across the arena. Important figures raised brows and commonfolk furrowed them with surprise.

Tyr’s body was not to be considered a joke either. It easily rivaled that of Crimsons, and potentially even outdid it.

The vascularity and leanness, along with athletic, dense muscle tissue in Tyr’s physique wasn’t to be taken lightly.

"What is he doing?"

"Are you serious?"

"No way..."

Everyone immediately understood what Tyr was implying here. He was making a bold statement that said:

"I will beat you at your own game."

As the crowd realized this, they cheered with eagerness and excitement.

The possibility of Tyr winning was certainly there for some people, but the chance of him winning through raw power and not other smart tactics... that was unimaginable.

Crimson was known for his power, so to challenge him on that front was not only a show of confidence, but also the biggest possible insult to his power.

Crimson shook his head, "Do what you want... you still don’t stand a chance."

He stomped his foot forward, "This is my arena."

Tyr rolled his neck, cracking it before speaking, "Shut the hell up and come at me."

’Scan.’

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Crimson Mathar

Age: 19 Years

Power Level: 820

Rank: Sage

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