CHAPTER 6: THE MISFITS AND THE LEGEND

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Laying on the floor, Carter had been almost defeated by his opponent. But unlike his friends, he doesn't ask firmly as them. "HEY, PUNK, I AM NOT FINISHED YET," said the opponent standing over him. "W-Who said I was finished," said Carter hunching over and getting up. His bruises were heavy, and the more damage his body took, the less he could survive. Time is still raging on. 


Only one of the members of the Uncalled Five has passed the first round of The Trials. The grueling trials have been held for over for well ever. The Uncalled Four (now known as the Uncalled Five) has competed in the competition ten times. Four times they made it to pass the second round, 3 times they made it into the semifinals, and 3 times they were eliminated in the first round. The group is known as the laughing stock of the trials. And with Carter on their team now, it doesn't make their chances any better.

After finishing the final opponent, Silas is having trouble taking him down. "Damn, you are very resilient, Luke," He said, smiling. "I am not going to down unless I am dead," Luke said, holding his fist up in a weak stance. Silas barely broke a sweat, rushing at Luke, sending a large wave of energy that exploded throughout the dungeon. "WE HAVE A WINNER!" said Leiv. His voice echoed throughout each dungeon. "SILAS FROM THE UNCALLED FIVE HAS MOVED ON! THEY HAVE 3 OTHER TEAMMATES TO PLACE FIRST IN THE TOURNAMENT!" He said. 


"SHIT!" Said Macho, going flying across the dungeon. "I WILL KILL YOU!" Said his opponent. Macho had provoked his opponent to a point where he unleashed the full extent of his numen. "Shit, my body can't take so much more." Said, Macho. Getting up off the ground, he dusted himself off and looked at his opponent. "You have pissed me off now!" Atlas was having a bit of trouble with his opponent. His numen isn't battle based, so he trained in martial arts but made it his own. "Atlas Martial Arts Style: REBEL SMASH!" His foot traveled at immeasurable speed and cracked his opponent's rib. His foot then went up to his chin, sending massive airwaves into his chin, breaking it.

"Sir, they are doing better than we expected," said Liev to the mysterious man. "Don't worry, they won't make it to the finals. I am sure of it." Said the mysterious man laughing. Liev returned to the screen and was shocked, "Another winner has emerged victorious. Atlas from the Uncalled Five has won."And then there were four.

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