Sacrifice: Time of Mine

Chapter 230: Colosseum Tournaments

'How did I get here?' Avion was on top of a platform. This circular and leveled platform have a diameter of fifty meters.

The old man in front of him was wearing nothing but a rag to cover beneath his lower part of his body. He was skinny and a bit hunched.

That old man has long facial and head hair. White and curly.

'I understand the hairs on his top but...' Avion's face got dark, 'What is the white hair hanging within his only clothing?'

Around them were stair-like seats in a circular manner, befitting of a colosseum. However, the only weird thing was that there are only a few people there. Some yawning, some laughing at the old man, and some watching blandly, expecting nothing.

"That young man is handsome though." that was the only thing that they were talking about.

"Not a single noble have sighted on him yet. Should we buy him as a slave then resell him for a bigger price?" many muttered and looked at Avion like hungry wolves.

They were a bit far so they weren't too sure of Avion's face up close. That is why they were late to react.

"Let's see if he survive this first." the few crowds thought.

"Young man!" the old man suddenly shouted, "I have been caged for so many years that I have lost count of them! Since there have been no prisoners lately, I was finally placed out here to place the gap. Now that I'm out, my fury and resolution cannot be broken! Face my hidden strength and become my first stepping stone towards glory!"

The old man then rushed with limped steps.

'He almost told the whole story of his life before he rushed.' Avion still had a dark face, 'But I don't want to hit this old man.'

After a few seconds of running, the old man had already reached halfway the stage before he panted and perspired.

"This is harder than expected..." the old man's voice was already thinning from age. 

"My back hurts..."

"My knees aching..."

"And fatigue is filling my body..." 

"However!" the old man shouted, "I will continue!"

Hearing this, the crowds applauded.

"He's very good.""What a tough old man.""You can do it!"

A few cheers could be then heard.

"These cheers. How many years have I waited to hear this? For them, I cannot give up!" even though the old man was already panting, he ran again with one arm on his back.

His running looked like just a walk of a weak elderly, which he is, in fast forward. 

"Go, run, old man!""You can do it, just a little more and you are already there!""We are cheering for you!"

"Aarghhh--!" the old man put his hand forward, about to reach Avion, his face scrunched in pain, "Just a little more--!"

However, ten steps before he got to Avion, his back hunched and his long beard draped on the ground. Accidentally, he stepped on it and fell forward.

"No-!" 

Forcefully, he stepped another, but this time, he stomped on another hair of his.

'Oh shit.' he thought while he couldn't stop his movement and had outstretched the leg on front and pulled his hair that was hanging within his only clothing.

Pluck*

Blood dripped and the crowd was silent. They couldn't open their eyes any longer to see such a tragic end.

But at the next moment, their eyes widened.

The old man, lying on the ground, trembled raised his hand to touch Avion's foot.

The crowds gasped before shouting, """HE DID IT!"""

Avion looked at the old man who was looking at him with a cool and smug smile as if he had been victorious.

'Who the hell brought this old man here?!' Avion then looked at the guards and soldiers, governing the colosseum. They were dozing earlier but the unison shout of the crowds woke them up.

Seeing the scene in front of them, one soldier then announced, "The victor is Avion Teller!"

The old man then gasped as his face paled like a ghost.

He trembled and clenched his fists, "Damn you!"

'Me?' Avion was speechless.

"You have won this battle but I will never give up! The next time we meet, I will never be defeated again! I will not forget your name, Avion Teller, I will take my revenge!" 

Those was his last words before he fainted.

The old man was then dragged to heal while the crowds booed Avion. He then looked up at the sky with empty eyes.

'I feel like I'm the one who lost.' he thought, 'I wonder what are the others are doing right now? I hope they're fine.'

In one of the stadium in the fifth layer, Tamya was fighting against another woman.

Her enemy was a quick woman who was almost wearing nothing. Strangely, the audience here have more men. Their eyes and noses were widened while their faces reddened.

"You, are you playing with me, the Lightning Anigav?!" the quick woman, Lightning Anigav shouted in fury.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Tamya played with the dagger in her hand, "Playing's fun while I'm just projecting my frustration towards you."

"Damn you!"

On the fourth layer, Mettany just punched her way through, claiming the title "One Punch Woman"

On the same layer, Edora was getting bored as she beheaded another woman on top of the platform. The crowd was cheering so loud that it was shaking the ground while she wanted to just sit down that to do this "unnecessary" things.

Lastly, in the biggest colosseum in the middle, Dragonian Sheran met another Rank Ey. The fight was just about to start. It was the grand attraction and almost all the nobles were there while there are some from the four Supreme Royal Families.

Meanwhile, Alisera was not caged and put into the stadium. She was about to be researched by Galion and his team in hope to unlocking a way to help their sleeping queen.