Extra Pages: The Author's Odyssey

The [Battelground ] VR arena is based an ancient coliseum — a place where slaves had once fought to entertain their masters, often to the death.

Lucas didn't like it one bit.

The Colosseum was based on a historical structure, but was much larger. Hundreds upon hundreds of warriors roamed the sand of the battle arena, some engaged in fights, some searching for an opponent.

Out here in the Colosseum, most of the participants were heros of high enough skill to be considered the elite among the amateurs, but not skillful enough to enter the professional leagues.

Means that they were around from [D+] rank to [C] rank.

Just what Lucaswas looking for... maybe. Overall, while many of the duelists in the Battelground were talented fighters, at the end of the day, there were very few true masters among them.

Letting quite sometime sigh, Lucas took out [Sinister Of Sword] a legendary ranked artifact from his AI bracelet.

Since the Lucas had received this fearsome sword from Yato, his master, He only used this sword in when he was practicing along or when he had to spar with Yato.

Aside from this, Lucas had never used this fearsome sword against someone.

But it's look's like now that he finally got his chance to test his sword against an opponent.

Lucas put the blade of the great sword on his shoulder and waited to be challenged. Due to his menacing black leather coat type armour and fearsome mask that he wears to hide his identity, however, people seemed to be reluctant to approach.

Lucas stood tall and imposing in the midst of the bustling Colosseum, the weight of his legendary sword resting heavily on his shoulder. Despite the throngs of warriors around him, none dared to approach, intimidated by his formidable presence.

With a sigh, Lucas scanned the arena, his eyes narrowing behind the dark mask that concealed his identity. He had come here to test his skills, to prove himself against worthy opponents, but it seemed that his reputation preceded him.

It wasn't uncommon for challengers to be hesitant to face someone wielding such a fearsome sword, especially one with Lucas's reputation. As one of the top-ranked cadets at Nova Academy and a disciple of the legendary hero Yato, Lucas was a force to be reckoned with.

But he was still newbie, Lucas thought that someone atleast approach him.

Lucas couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the lack of challengers. He had come here to fight, to push himself to his limits, and yet it seemed that no one was willing to step up to the challenge.

With a determined glint in his eye, Lucas tightened his grip on his sword, ready to take matters into his own hands if need be. If no one was willing to challenge him, then he would seek out his opponents himself, carving a path through the arena with his legendary blade.

As he prepared to make his move, Lucas felt a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. The thrill of battle beckoned, and he was more than ready to answer its call.

As he was about to take to step forward, Somone approach him.

It was a young swordsman in a striking bloodred armor approached, a long and graceful espadon resting on his shoulder. With a smile, he looked at Sunny and said:

"Haven't seen you around before… Darkheart? Are you new to the[Battelground] Coliseum?"

Lucas tilted his head and studied the letters that appeared around the swordsman.

"Paradise of void"

"Victories: 167"

"Defeats: 113"

'Good enough.'

Lowering the odachi, he answered in an even tone.

"... Yeah."

The swordsman smiled, then stepped forward.

"Let me welcome you, then."

The voice of the Virtual Realty immediately spoke, announcing the start of the fight:

"Paradise of Void has challenged Darkheart!"

They clashed on the bloodied sand, moving with enough speed to cause the wind to howl through their armor.

Lucas relaxed his muscles and evloped himself in Mana Coating, Soon Azure colour mana was shimmering through his whole body.

He didn't use Shadow yet, He wanted to see how much strong currently he is, and how strong the opponent is in front of him.

However, Paradise of void was not a master of swordsmanship, but his skill level was not bad. Still, the young man wasn't a match for Lucas who has many dangerous opponent then this.

Compared to beating heart took from Yato from their daily practice session this was nothing.

Lucas was evading ever sword strike of his opponent at ease and counterattacking with precision and finesse. Each strike was calculated and deliberate, aimed at exploiting weaknesses in his opponent's defenses.

As the battle raged on, Lucas's confidence grew. He could sense the frustration mounting in his opponent, their attacks becoming more frantic and desperate as they struggled to keep up with his relentless assault.

Lucas wanted to face a strong opponent but this guy wasn't strong enough to satisfy him.

Lucas sighed and ended the duel with one precise slash of the Sin Of Sword.

The great sword flashed across the enemy's neck, sending his head flying into the air.

The beheaded corpse fell to the ground in a rain of blood, then disappeared in a stream of sparks.

The voice of the [Battelground] VR thundered from above:

"Darkheart has won!"

'Too bad…'

Five minutes, that's all it took Lucas to end this match.

...And even then, Lucas wasn't serious in this duel. As he watched the defeated opponent vanish into a shower of sparks, Lucas couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He had been hoping for a more challenging opponent, someone who could truly push him to his limits.

But as he scanned the arena, he could see that most of the other warriors were either engaged in their own battles or avoiding him altogether. It seemed that none were willing to face him in combat, intimidated by his reputation and the legendary sword he wielded.

With a sigh, Lucas sheathed the Sinister Of Sword and turned to leave the arena.

Despite the lackluster duel, he couldn't deny the thrill of battle that still coursed through his veins.

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