The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 17: Round 2

Chapter 17: Round 2

They found a small stand selling hot meat pies and bought several to share. As they ate, they watched other matches taking place across the five arenas. The skill levels varied widely - some fighters were clearly professionals, while others seemed like ordinary people trying their luck.

"Look," Luna pointed to Arena 4. "Becca’s fighting."

Luther turned to watch. Becca was facing a man with twin daggers who moved with incredible speed. But she was faster, evading his slashes with fluid grace before countering with precise strikes. Her opponent was on the defensive within seconds.

"She’s holding back too," he noted between bites of his pie. "Smart."

"Like you did with her," Vess said, giving him a knowing look.

He nodded. "Never show everything you can do until you have to."

Becca won her match easily, forcing her opponent out of the ring with a series of quick kicks that left him no room to retreat. As she stepped down from the platform, she caught his eye and gave him a small nod.

Two hours passed, and Luther’s wristband vibrated again. ARENA 5.

"Second match already," he said, standing up. "Let’s see who it is this time."

His next opponent was a woman wielding a large battle axe. She looked physically stronger than Darian, with muscles that spoke of years of training... lots of years.

"Luther versus Una!" the official announced. "Begin!"

Unlike Darian, Una didn’t attack immediately. She circled him cautiously, her axe dragging on the ground loosely.

"I saw your first match," she said, her voice steady. "I won’t underestimate you."

He smirked at her, "good. I will do the same." He hit his fists together, covering them in mana. "Let’s see-" Before he could finish, her axe was already inches away from his face.

It was too late to dodge so he covered his face in mana which reduced the damage but he was still sent skidding back, his face hurting. He touched his nose, realizing his nose was bleeding. Even he was shocked but not compared to the crowd and his friends.

He wiped the blood from his nose, surprised at her speed.

"Fast," he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he reassessed his opponent.

Una didn’t waste her advantage. She spun, bringing her axe around in a powerful horizontal swing that would have cut him in half if it connected.

"You are very good with that thing."

"Thanks. I practiced very hard to be here." she charged it with mana, "so please, just lose for me." She closed the distance between them instantly, her axe raised high.

’How is she doing that?’ He thought, putting up his guard over head as it was already too late to dodge. But to his shock, the pain came from his side, she changed the angle of her attack mid swing.

’Fucking hell.’ He looked at her, smiling at him like she had won. He fell to his knees, blood coming from his mouth.

"Give up, you can’t beat me." She said, her axe resting on his neck.

He was silent for a bit, people watched in anticipation. Was this really the end for him? "Hahaha... I admit it... you are not bad. That speed skill or whatever it is, is very annoying, but..." He covered his leg in mana, planted his hands on the ground and spun his body, sweeping her off her feet.

"Eh?" She fell to the ground with a surprised gasp as his sweep caught her off guard. Her battle-axe carved a chunk from the arena floor.

He quickly jumped to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side.

"But speed isn’t everything," he finished his sentence, watching as she scrambled back up.

"Not bad for someone bleeding," she spat, dirt clinging to her sweat-slicked shoulders.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. The wound at his side screamed with each breath, hot blood soaking his shirt. He didn’t drop into a stance or prepare a defense—instead, he laughed, a sound that rippled through the crowd and made Una’s face contort with rage.

"What’s so funny?" she demanded, knuckles white around her axe handle.

"I’ve spent years fighting thugs." His voice carried an edge sharper than her blade. "Yet here I am, leaking blood because I was caught me off guard. That’s... refreshing."

Una’s muscles coiled. She hurled herself forward, her body becoming a blur—that same speed technique that had surprised him earlier. But this time, he had a solution.

"You see, when facing a fast rat," he charged up his right arm but it was not aimed at her, instead, he aimed at the ground, "all you have to do is narrow down the rat’s options." He smashed the arena HARD, sending debris flying all over the arena.

This revealed her location to him. "what the hell kind of attack is that. Do you really think-" She looked in front of her and the last thing she saw was him smiling like a madman.

He landed a punch to her face with all his might, sending her flying out of the arena and crushing into the buildings near by.

Everyone looked shocked. "what the fuck, that’s like...30 feet?"

"Crazy... maybe I should just quit?"

The crowd went silent. Even the officials looked shocked, their mouths hanging open at what they had just seen. Una’s body created a small crater in the building wall. Medical staff rushed to her side.

"Winner: Luther!" the official finally announced, her voice shaking a little.

He jumped down from the arena, holding his bleeding side. He walked away calmly, as if he hadn’t just sent a woman flying thirty feet through the air.

Vess, Luna, and Selene hurried to him.

"Are you okay?" Selene asked, looking at the blood on his shirt.

"I’m fine," he said, though his face was pale. "Just a scratch."

"That didn’t look like just a scratch," Luna said, her eyes wide. "And what you did to her..."

"She’ll live," he said simply. "Let’s get this patched up before my next match."

They found a healer station set up for fighters with minor injuries. A middle-aged woman with kind eyes but a stern face examined his wound.

"Deep, but not life-threatening," she said, placing her hands over the cut. A warm light glowed between her palms and his skin. "You’re lucky. A little deeper and you’d be out of the tournament."

"Thanks," he said as the pain began to fade.

As the healer worked, they could hear the whispers around them.

"Did you see that punch?"

"He sent her flying like she was nothing!"

"I heard he beat Kross easily too."

"Who is this guy?"

The whispers didn’t bother him. He sat quietly, letting the healer finish her work.

’Brings back old memories.’ He thought with a smile. Back on earth, people would gossip about him just like these people now.

"There," she said, pulling her hands away. "Good as new. Be more careful next time."

He stood up, testing his side. The wound was gone, not even a scar remained.

"How do you feel?" Vess asked.

"Hungry," he replied, making Luna laugh despite the tension.

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In a room close to the arenas, many powerful individuals watched the matches and some took quite interest in Luther.

"What do you all think, isn’t her just interesting? And that yellow mana he uses, have any of you ever seen something like that?" A man rubbing his beard asked, with a large smile on his face.

But no one replied.

"Rude bastards. Whatever, I will just take the kid for myself then."