The Universe Is Innately Just 16 Deep Chill

His defense was extremely solid. Not a single gladiator managed to pierce through his guard during his fights in the arena. His offense was feared by all, making him one of the fighters with the most dangerous attacks. His outrageous body was unequaled, which led most Master rankers to avoid frontal a.s.sault against him. His speed left their eyes bulging out of their orbits, and his newly formed swordsmans.h.i.+p added wings to his back making him a fighter to reckon.

His ascension in the arena grounds made him build quite the reputation, He started being known as the Black Swordsman. Undefeated in Gladiator's Heaven's Master tier, no one could stop his meteoric rise.

His sword skills were gradually polished during each fight. He was using every single fight as an opportunity to better himself. Since he had the opportunity to fight varied types of fighters, he was progressing at a revolting speed which led many to be jealous of his skills.

His body cultivation was firmly secured at the door of the Mid Physique Molding realm. the only reason he didn't break through to the next step was that he wasn't in a hurry, feeling that his breakthrough was naturally going to happen.

His Soul cultivation progress was the most astounding, his will being constantly tested during his training and fights, and due to his newfound obsession for swords, he broke through the Mid Level Will Sharpening, making it his strongest cultivation base.

He noticed that his will base cultivation was so powerful, that if he came to use it during his fights. He would have ended up incapacitating most of his opponents in one hit. Noticing this detail, he figured he wouldn't profit from the fights anymore if he won his battle so easily. He made the decision to refrain from using it, making greater gains in the heat of his battles and squeezing every ounce of experience during each fight.

Too focused on his swordsmans.h.i.+p progress, he didn't use the other Crystal, leaving his path of Energy cultivation untouched.

Moha regularly came to check Fell, watching every single match like the paternal figure he was. Fell gradually grew to become a native of the Gladiators' Heaven, his impressive strength mixed with his easy-going att.i.tude made him adhere to their brotherhood. Days of strict training mixed with pa.s.sionate sword cultivation made him not feel the flow of time. He frequently lost track of time during his training, Sifiso was haggard due to managing the young man's fight schedule. He acted with benevolence and hospitality, making Fell develop a deep respect for his senior.

After spending two weeks of endless fighting and training, Fell decided that today would be the first day he would leave the Arena. It wasn't just to take a walk outside in his old neighborhood. There was a special reason behind this. He noticed that Moha wasn't there at the end of his last fight. That was very unusual since Moha always made sure to be there for Fell at the end of his fights. Feeling that Moha's absence was weird, he decided to go check on him in Pig's Paw.

Dressed in his black martial attire, he strode through New Casablanca's slums with nonchalant steps, eyeing the mult.i.tude of streets and alley that composed it. He arrived at Moha's bar and noticed a weird detail; the windows were damaged. He hastily went inside with a dash, and what he saw caused him to feel his stomach in knots.

The bar was completely ravaged, shards of gla.s.s and broken wood planks littered on the floor close to the counter. Fell noticed that the traces of blood were still fresh, he ran to the counter, fearing that he might see what he dreaded. Thankfully, he didn't find Moha's body there, sadly he didn't find any sign of him either.

His heart filled with anguish, he rushed outside and ran to Moha's house. It was a small apartment, two streets away for his bar. He instantly crossed the two streets, the door of Moha's apartment was in front of him. He noticed another strange detail, Moha's door handle had blood handprint on it. Fell deduced that it was Moha's due to the size of the stain, his fear kicked in. He barged inside like a tempest and screamed.

"Moha!" A growl filled with nervousness escaped from Fell's throat, his eyes were red from blood and his stiff body was trembling.

His eyes darted all around the small-sized apartment.

"I'm… -cough- here…" trembled a tired voice coming from another room in the back.

He dashed across the apartment and speedily arrived where the source of the voice was. In front of him was a dying Moha, he was lying on a bed, his chest filled with blood.

"DarkSun, they came to my bar… they are looking for you… be… be careful…" coughed Moha with a face full of pain, he took a last pain-filled breath before closing his eyes for the last time.

"No…no…no…" Fell's eyes reddened from his state of mind. Anger, pain, sadness, he was feeling them all.

Fell was shaking, his breath was weak. In a flash of memory, he remembered a Pill that he read in the Pill Almanac. It was a tier 3 Pill, its effect was the complete recovery of every single physical injury, it could even save people in death's door.

Ever since his Soul cultivation breakthrough, he started having clearer memories about the things he read. Quickly searching in his Spatial Pocket for the Pill he needed, he soon found a bright pink pill, he checked that It was truly the Absolute Recovery Pill, then threw it in Moha's mouth.

Fell's felt like his heart was going to escape from his chest, he was intensely watching if the Pill was doing its effect.

He soon noticed that Moha's heart started beating again, his chest slowly rising each time Moha inhaled.

His fear calmed down, the Pills that Anzar left him saved a life today. Sadly, Pills like this one were extremely hard to come by, very rare, he only had one that could be used in situations like these.

His mind redirected to the perpetrator of Moha's injuries. Killing intent started appearing in his mind, a strange pressure started emanating from him.

"DarkSun, your prideful manor will bathe in its own blood!" Clenching his fists, his eyes infused with a frightening chill. A bone-chilling calmness suffused from his demeanor.