The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 8: Finale

Chapter 8: Finale

The third Guardian staggered back, clutching at its throat where Luther’s elbow had connected. Sparks flew from the damaged area, and its movements became jerky and uncoordinated.

"One down," he muttered, spitting blood onto the arena floor.

The crowd was going crazy now. No one had ever damaged a Guardian like this before, let alone three at once. Some people were standing on their seats, screaming and pointing.

He didn’t have time to enjoy the moment. The first two Guardians were already coming, spreading out to flank him. Their eyes glowed brighter, bodies humming with energy as they analyzed his fighting style.

"Threat level: severe," one of them said in that hollow voice. "Engaging combat protocol seven."

"Yeah, whatever," he said, raising his fists. "Let’s dance."

The first Guardian charged, but instead of attacking directly, it slid across the ground at the last second. Luther pivoted to follow it, only to catch a brutal punch from the second Guardian that he didn’t see coming. The hit connected with his ribs, the crack echoing through the arena.

He grunted in pain but grabbed the Guardian’s arm before it could pull away. Using its own momentum, he swung it around in a wide arc and slammed it into the ground. The impact shook the arena floor.

Without pausing, he dropped his knee onto the Guardian’s chest, channeling mana into his strike. The chest plate caved in with a satisfying crunch.

"Two down," he panted.

The first Guardian was already back, moving faster than ever. It unleashed a flurry of strikes—punch, kick, elbow—each one flowing into the next. He blocked what he could, but some got through. A kick caught his thigh, numbing his leg. A punch grazed his cheek, splitting the skin.

He stumbled back, breathing hard. Blood dripped from various cuts on his face, and his ribs screamed with every breath.

The crowd had gone quiet, watching in awe as he faced the last Guardian.

"Come on, Luther!" Luna shouted from the sidelines.

He spat blood, not taking his eyes off his opponent. With a deep breath, he used more mana than his body should be able to handle. His muscles tensed, the air around him shimmering with power.

"Alright," he said, wiping blood from his mouth. "let’s try this again."

The Guardian rushed forward, its body blurring with speed. "Not that shit again." He smirked as he punched the arena floor hard, shaking it. The guardian got thrown off balance, its location exposed and in an instant, he closed the gap and landed a punch that sent it crushing into the wall.

"I like the sound on that one." He said with a smile, despite the skin on his hand being damaged after that attack.

The Guardian tore itself from the wall, concrete crumbling around it. Its glowing eyes flickered, then stabilized as it recalibrated. Luther rolled his shoulders, ignoring the pain throughout his body.

"That one got you good hud?" He teased.

The Guardian shot forward again. He could not react, all he saw was its fist already closing in. He twisted, letting the punch graze past his ribs, but the sheer force still sent a shockwave of pain through his body.

"Tch, persistent bastard."

He retaliated instantly, throwing a mana-infused uppercut that connected under the Guardian’s chin. The impact sent it staggering back, but not down. Its head snapped back into place unnaturally, and in the next moment, it was already countering with a high-speed kick aimed at his temple.

He ducked, feeling the wind from the strike pass over his head. He grabbed onto the its leg before it could retract, anchoring himself as he twisted his entire body into a brutal spinning throw. The Guardian slammed into the ground with a metallic crunch, sending dust and debris flying into the air.

"Haha, funny how that attack is still working on you. Not the smartest are you?"

Before it could recover, he leaped high, twisting mid-air, and came down with a devastating axe kick aimed directly at the its core. His foot crashed against its chest plate, creating a deep dent and forcing it into the ground.

A chorus of gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd.

The Guardian twitched, its body attempting to adjust, but he didn’t let up. He grabbed it by the arm and wrenched it free from the dirt before sending a rapid series of blows into its midsection—each strike enhanced with raw mana, each impact bending and twisting the Guardian’s once-pristine armor.

With a final, earth-shaking punch, he sent the Guardian flying across the arena, where it crashed into the far wall, embedding deep into the stone. The ground trembled from the force.

He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. Blood dripped from his knuckles, his body aching from exertion, but his grin was still there.

The Guardian tried to move, to push itself free, but its limbs barely responded.

He walked toward it, step by step, until he was standing over its broken form. He knelt slightly, resting an elbow on his knee as he locked eyes with it.

"Still adapting?" he taunted, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Guess you should’ve tried harder."

The Guardian’s body gave one last shudder before the light in its eyes faded entirely.

Silence fell over the arena for a single breath.

’what are you though? It looked and felt like a robot but its not that advanced, maybe its something similar?’ He thought as he turned to face the ground. ’my body really fucking hurts.’

Then the crowd erupted into absolute chaos. Cheers, screams, and even panicked shouts filled the air as everyone processed what they had just witnessed.

Luna was the first to rush toward the edge of the arena, her fists clenched. "Luther, you crazy bastard! You actually did it!"

Selene let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, shaking her head in disbelief. "That was... insane."

Elara, who had been watching with a previously smug expression, now stood frozen, her mouth pressed into a tight line. She had underestimated him—badly.

"Who the hell is this guy? He didn’t even use his sword, don’t tell me he is a royal? No, that makes no sense. Dammit!" Elara’s thoughts were a mess but she still had to uphold her rules.

Luther let out a slow exhale, stretching his arms above his head. "Man, that was a workout. Think I deserve a break."

He turned his gaze toward the spectators, offering a lopsided smirk.

"How was that? You fucking losers."