Another Stupid Isekai

They clashed, and their weapons met one another sending a shockwave so powerful, that it forced the pretorians away. Flames from Leonel's sword spread on the spear, and further, partially enveloping the blue plastic soldier. Licking his armor, and covering the ground too.

It was like somebody splashed them around everywhere despite the source being just a slightly bigger sword.

My son then used the shield to slam Aaden, pushing him further away. Next was a follow-up strike with the blade, which got blocked by the spear, but the burning metal barrier followed almost immediately, which then, once again, paved the way for the sword.

Leonel was slowly but surely gaining speed. The power behind his attacks was so massive, that his opponent couldn't just respond easily. It also looked awfully like his agility was gone the moment he activated the skill that surrounded him with the spiritual armor.

Few more heavy hits, echoing in the arena and nobody had any doubts about who was at advantage. It looked so one-sided, that even I, despite the cautious approach, couldn't help but believe it was done.

Aaden clearly didn't think it was over. He decided to try the last move he probably had, and matched the timing of the shield slam with his jump, allowing him to get the additional distance. Then he escaped even further, practically cornering himself by the wall of the arena, reinforced with the barrier protecting the audience.

He charged his spear for a couple of seconds making it burst into blue flames, before leaping forward to strike from above.

He hit my son, like a missile falling from the sky. The power beyond that attack shook the entire arena. We could feel it even in our room, as a bit of dust fell off the ceiling, and the floor under our feet trembled.

It was hard to see what happened out there actually, because the blue flames spread around like wildfire, blocking our view, but they soon disappeared, lasting maybe two seconds. What they revealed to us was a gasping audience, and Leonel, standing proud on his feet like a statue made out of gold, blocking the attack with his massive shield which burned with the regular fire.

He pushed Aaden away, who landed a couple of feet away, then decided to strike by himself. In the background, the pretorians were charging to join, as they were pushed away from the previous attack.

I knew what was going to happen next. I also knew that those two soldiers weren't needed anymore.

The red spirit, who wasn't so red anymore, as the gold distorted the color, vanished, entering Leonel's sword. The flames burst even more, before my son swung the blade so hard, that even I couldn't follow it with my eyes.

We could see a red line in the middle of the space before we registered what happened next. Aaden was thrown straight at the wall behind his back by incredible force, which shattered his plastic blue armor into small shards. Before he even hit it, a wave of wind hit Leonel and everything on the line he was standing on, pushing a cloud of sand behind him to cover the rest of the sandpit.

Then the red dragon appeared, slamming the spearman even harder into the barrier, and exploding with those red flames, which were followed by a pool of regular ones, that out of nowhere burst from the ground.

Half a second later Will was already in the arena, blocking Leonel with an open hand, and looking at Aaden who was sitting on the ground, seemingly lifeless, with his back leaning on the wall. The spear was a bit away from him, laying straight on the concrete which was previously hidden under the sand.

- The medical team is rushing into the arena! - Matthew announced.

- There is no need to panic. We are talking here about the best professionals available, who can bring somebody back even from the brink of death! - Bruce added.

Only after those words, I noticed the audience in shock. Completely speechless. Another glance ad Aaden made me notice something which I didn't really register at first. Blod around his mouth, and more started to come out of his nose, eyes, and ears.

My son stepped back, while suddenly a bunch of people surrounded his lifeless opponent. They didn't waste even half of a second before dumping some powerful healing magic into him.

The whole arena was holding their breaths, probably hoping for the whole event to not end with the death of a participant.

Spoiler alert. It didn't. Aaden gasped for air, before attempting to stand up as he regained consciousness. He was stopped by the medics, who kept dumping more magic into him.

It took me some time, but I eventually recognized Marcella among them.

The spearman was put on a stretcher, then taken away while Will stayed in the arena to raise Leonel's hand. The stands erupted with loud cheers.

For me, it was more funny than happy. Of course, I was proud that my son won, but it didn't win against the view of tiny William trying to rise his and into the air.

- Fuck yeah! - John shouted.

I glanced at him, catching onto smiling Tihana. She still seemed angry about her loss, but Leonel's victory cheered her up at least a little bit. Celestine was practically shaking from emotions. I noticed tears pearling in her eyes.

Carmelita was more composed, still smiling, though.

Then I brought my attention back to the TV screen. Both commentators were rushing against one another to prize Leonel, while he was already stepping away from the sandpit, escorted by Will.

Soon the two of them appeared in our waiting room. There was a short moment of congratulations, which involved a lot of hugging. After that, we helped him to take the armor off.

- You should prepare - Will threw to Celestine before leaving.

This broke the happy moment. Everybody seemed to be concerned about their mother to the point that even Leonel's victory mattered.

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