It didn't even take five minutes before participant Rubens was sent out of the arena.
He was slightly weaker than Elijah and didn't have any cards up his sleeve strong enough to turn things in his favor.
"I want to keep challenging." Luiza chose not to leave the arena again.
Many thought it was foolish since being able to rest was better than risking so much and ending up losing.
Not caring what others thought, she pointed to the next one she would challenge.
The boy was of medium build, with black hair and blue eyes, and could be considered handsome, maybe a little better looking than Elijah.
"I accept." The boy climbed into the arena.
A little more than 20 minutes later, Luiza won, though she seemed to have worked hard to win. Then, when everyone thought she was going to stop challenging, she went ahead and challenged a girl. She was a beautiful girl with brown eyes and brown hair and was 187 cm tall.
The fight between the two was fervent, and only after almost 40 minutes, it ended with Luiza winning again.
"With four wins, will you continue?" the referee asked in a lazy voice.
"No." Luiza left the arena with a smile.
By the time she came down, a boy came up. He was neither tall nor short, standing at 169 cm, and was very muscular, which was a little disproportionate for his size. He had an unremarkable, unflattering face with dark brown eyes. He pointed to Luiza and said he wanted to challenge her.
Everyone started cursing, calling him shameless.
But, to everyone's surprise, Luiza climbed into the arena, "Okay, I accept."
Barbara was enlightened. She paid close attention to Luiza and saw that she had actually recovered her disposition. Her breathing was regular, and despite having sweated a little, it didn't seem much different from a bit of exercise.
'She is strong.' Barbara thought.
The boy who climbed into the arena starts using wind genes, and his veins are visible to the naked eye the moment he makes the wind genes go to hands and feet.
"You still have two chances, you can give up if you want." The boy laughed politely. But his real feelings were nothing that he let on.
Some felt nauseous. It was too cocky to say that as if he wasn't hateful enough to challenge her right after she'd gone through four matches.
"Oh, hehe. No, no, it would be stupid to do that against someone like you~" Her voice was soft with a bit of laughing, her eyes closed in a perfect arc like a crescent, then her lips formed a beautiful smile while her eyes opened and continued looking at the boy.
"I took this chance, don't blame me later!" The boy was nervous but took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Fight." The referee's lazy voice echoed.
"..." All.
Suddenly, everything was completely silent.
The boy, who was as fast as the wind, appeared in front of Luiza but took only one punch and flew out of the arena.
"Was that luck?"
"Is what it seems..."
"My good saint, how can she be so lucky?"
The reason they thought it was lucky was that the moment her arm was enveloped by ice, and she positioned herself to fight, the opponent was already in front of her, and by a 'lucky' blow, he was hit in the neck by her elbow at the moment she turned a little.
It was all so fast that it looked like she was just lucky to win.
"Oh, lucky~" Luiza smiled and acted like she was lucky too.
But Amon, who was looking at her, didn't think so.
His eyes were able to see the whole struggle and even analyzed Luiza's facial expression. Luiza wasn't surprised by the boy's speed, and, in fact, she seemed to have expected it, then when she got very close, she seemed to pretend she was going to take up a fighting stance and hit the boy's neck by 'luck'.
Backstage, old Hazael laughed, "Haha, this girl is interesting."
"She would be welcome to my university." said old Malvina.
The others didn't speak, but they had positive opinions about Luiza.
"You now have the right to challenge someone who is sitting in the chair." Said the referee.
"Mm, I will..." Luiza replied with a smile. "Challenge whoever is sitting in the eighth chair."
It wasn't a big surprise for everyone, but at the same time, they believed that this was even more foolish than not resting after having 5 games. Mainly for challenging one who was sitting in the chair, it was unlikely that any of them would be weak.
Carlos da Veiga Sicupira, who was in the eighth chair, wrinkled his nose. He had reached the eighth and still had the ninth and tenth below him, yet he was chosen. He got a little angry at feeling slighted.
Carlos managed to remain calm as he climbed into the arena. He saw Luiza's five fights. She was strong, yes. Maybe even stronger than him, but could he say the same after fighting 5 times in a row?
Maybe she didn't look tired, but using genes was different from using physical strength. The tiredness caused by using genes was hard to notice, but you could still be worn out, like a bucket full of water that lost its water little by little while the way to fill it was like a weak faucet that gave a few drops per second, not slow or fast. Of course, some people were faster; however, it didn't reach the same speed that she was using.
Unlike the other participants, Carlos hasn't said a single word so far. His eyes were serious. Though he was convinced she didn't have much strength to use her genes, he didn't let his guard down.
Luiza, seeing this, smiled a little as her eyes sparkled more than usual. "You are a lot like him."
"Oh?" Carlos arched his brow in confusion. "Who?"
"Your father, you are a lot like him~" Her voice was playful.
Meanwhile, Carlos was no longer so calm. His hands curled into fists as his face turned red, and his eyes narrowed as if he wanted to glare through Luiza's body. "How did you meet my..." He didn't continue. It was like he couldn't; he felt anguished, and couldn't even say the words, father, dad, daddy, etc.
"Aline Rodrigues de Miranda... She was my older sister on her mother's side~" Her voice remained soft. However, the weight that her words brought was heavy.
Carlos felt suffocated, he tried to swallow his own spit, but he couldn't and felt like something was stuck and making a lump in his throat.
Even when the referee had already started the match, Luiza continued to stand looking at Carlos while smiling.
Carlos was so nervous, scared, and even remorseful that he couldn't even speak or think straight.
When he finally spoke, it was, "I didn't know, I just didn't know..."
"Hehe~" Luiza giggled. But even a fool could feel the sadness and resentment in her laughter. It was like she was laughing at something she was forced to laugh at, something very sad.
The people who were watching were confused. They didn't know what happened to these two, so they didn't know what made them act so strangely, and they could only speculate with the little they heard and saw.
"Funny to hear that…" Luiza's smile grew, "You know, you tried, yes, you tried to help my sister… You even called my house at her request, perhaps? Well, well, you must have thought the call dropped, but I heard enough, enough to know what in the nine hells she's been through."
This time Carlos's face went white as a ghost.
"That's not true. I never heard anything about that..."
Luiza laughed again, interrupting him, and said, "Of course not, I didn't want Mom to know about this, you know? Saying she was abused was one thing, but that's not just what happened, right?"
"I, I…" Carlos stuttered.
"3 years, for three whole damn years, she lived worse than an animal." Luiza walked in baby steps towards him.
Carlos took steps back, "When my... When Jorge found out I had used the phone, he hit me a lot, breaking my leg and my arm. After that, we moved house, and my dad started using another name."
"Yes, I know." Luiza smiled, "There's something you don't know, but my older sister and I were very close, and on the walls what you and your damn dad think was just scratches on the wall, it was actually codes, only I knew, yes, I know everything."
"Ahhhh!" Holding his hands to his head, Carlos screamed, all the memories, all of Aline's screams, even the moment he...
At this moment, Luiza was already in front of him, and her hand was like an ice sword, piercing two fingers above his navel, and she pulled something and squeezed it tightly.
*CLACK!*
With the sound of breaking, Carlos's despairing scream grew louder.
Luiza was still smiling when she put her hand and pierced his chest and was holding his heart in her hand.
"You raped her, even participated in your father's sick fetishes, maybe at first you really wanted to help her, but then, yes, then you turned into a monster like your father," Luiza said neither loud nor quiet, but it was enough for everyone to hear.
"I didn't…I didn't want to, my dad forced me, he forced me to rape Aline, I loved her, I wouldn't hurt her, I loved her, I wouldn't hurt her, my dad forced me, my dad forced me! " He screamed.
Many were in shock. They didn't expect something like this to happen, much less that they would find themselves in such a circumstance.
"You know, I always wanted to kill you and your father... But I didn't, my master made me see the light and showed that it wouldn't bring my sister back, but there's one thing... Although I won't kill you... Everything that was said here was recorded, remember? You may have been exonerated, treated like the poor man who had a monster for a father, but we know the truth, don't we? Everyone knows, before there was no way to prove it, but look, now you've admitted it~."
At the very end, Luiza saw that she was surrounded, and they would stop her from killing him, but she never intended to kill him from the start. She just wanted to get the truth out.
Pulling her hand back, her smile continued, but not even she noticed that tears slipped from her eyes like pearls.
Leaving the arena, she sat in the eighth position chair.
As much as she wanted to get revenge and managed, in a way, she swore at the last words left by her sister that she would be strong enough not to let any man harm her. She would be strong, strong for both of them.
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Please read the author's notes down here! s2 ↓↓↓
- Drop some power stone, please s2
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