The Reborn Of A New World (Lemon) On Hold

Match 1

Y/n Vs The tank

Both arrived at the arena while his family was on the vip spot where he wouldnt know off. Y/n immediately went in the change room removing his clothes and changing it with his shorts representing the company. He stretched his muscles and everything, doing warmups movements so nothing it wouldn't be safe.
He sensed someone was arriving at door, tensing his muscles for battle he faced the door.
This tournament itself was full of hidden traps where other rivals of the company would send someone to cripple their rivals representative fighter.

Which he learned the hard way facing against five opponents with weapons was no easy task for him when he was a newbie.
But it was all in the past, know he's different as he was about to get ready the door was immediately slammed wide open and two unknown individuals barged in armed with blades. From Y/n's perspective one was a female armed with a dual blade while the other held a long blade.

The one who held the dual blades attacked first from behind while the one with long attacked in front, Y/n of course would intervene using his flexibility with strength to break the the assailant's leg who came from behind and straight uppercut to male Assassin.

The assailant's of course sensed a powerful danger and swiftly backed away but Y/n was never giving them any chance of retreat at all. Using his speed at his advantage he used mixed martial arts combo that were aimed from the body against them which were proven to deadly.

Infront of them the Assassin thought this was no human for his reaction time was to high, they tried their best to use their weapons against Y/n but was proven to be futile only scratching him before sending both of their weapons flying. Y/n immediately switched his figthing style to something even more deadly breaking both Asassins legs and knocking them out from the back.

Y/n: At first I didn't want to get serious on figthing you both, so I could preserve energy but it proved to be futile know I'll have to hand you to the boss for interigation. But know this you were good figthers.

In the entrance of the match the stage was know set a large open area where all figthers of their company can Respective move freely.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen this has been one of the biggest figthing events ever with stage filling up to 40,000 people.

Announcer: " A match that is set for free for all it doesn't matter if their using weapons aslong as they don't the figthers of the match. Know place your bets on each figthers of this match.

Announcer: " First one is Y/n the Berserker a representative figther of the grand Phoenix with the record of 150 wins and 5 losses! He's been a long figther of this matches ever and has know fully recovered after lossing to a match with the king. "

Down to the right was Y/n emerging from the ring exposing his well trained muscles and scars from which he has received from countless opponents. Stretching his body, he faced unto the direction of his enemy.

Announcer: And from the other side, The tank a former king of the match, He stands six feet tall and has amassed many experiences with the record of 200 wins and 5 losses he seeks to win today's fight and ve crowned king of all the strongest. He represents the company Lucky we Go.

The man known as tank stepped forth and had an intimidating aura of that of a king. His presence alone silenced the crowed as he faced Y/n down like an Ant he.

As he finished smoking down his cigarette, the referee told him to move a bit further and take his stance the same went for Y/n.

The Tank: I hope you don't losse to quickly kid.

Y/n: I'll expect more from you sir.

As each figthers took their battle formations, The referee signaled them to be ready and swung his arm down meaning the match has started.

The tank of course took a different approach he changed his body like that of a cross leaving openings to his vital parts and body. But he was indicating Y/n to take the first shoot, the crowd of course went Wild especially the announcer.

Announcer: It seems the Tank is not only giving him the freebe strike first but is also looking down Y/n, and from a loud gust of wind dissapeared and charged straight unto The Tank.

Y/n barraged him with quick heavy attacks approaching each of his vitals of the body especially the head.

The tank of course staggered bit by bit as Y/n pushed him back, but the man smirked as he enjoyed every single bit of this battle. It is a sensation that was build over him when he fights strong opponents. The reason he hasn't been knocked out was his strong body built over time from battles with monster opponents like Y/n and his muscles increasing to its limit and potential. Add to that his bones strength has been hardened from each fractures it has taken and from his taking of calcium.

This time he made his move putting all his strength unto his right arm and punching from the gut. Y/n then noticed such attack from instinct and reacted the same way after he accumulated such damage from it he redirect it back from his opponent stronger.

The only problem for Y/n was it was risky and painful. For he needed to be at peak shape for the next round and end this match fast. But the match itself is already filled with monsters such himself he knew wouldn't go unto the next match at peak condition.