In the stands of one of the teams...

A handsome blond-haired young man was sitting while there was a small crowd around him.

The young men surrounding him looked humble, while the young women had hearts on their eyes.

The young man they were surrounding... Is Avery Moonstar.

He smiled gently while replying to every question they asked.

Most of the questions were, where is he from, because he wasn't even 1 day in their school and managed to get a seat in their team and as one of the Main Fighters.

That left many displeased, and they wanted to see Avery's strength.

Now... They are more than happy to have him.

Previously their strongest member was Middle Martial Captain.

But Avery is Martial Commander!

They can win this tournament!

That's why they are very humble and respectful towards him.

The girls surrounding him were throwing themselves at him.

Their cute and attractive faces were rosy out of blushing, and small hearts appeared on their pupils.

Avery was like a prince.

Handsome, kind, and definitely rich.

''Alright, everyone. We need to cheer for our captain... Right?'' Avery's words made everyone wake up from their stupor.

They sent their captain, a Middle Martial Captain, to fight the Battle Royale.

They started cheering.

'Hmph, fools. Just thinking of you lowly beings breathing in my direction almost made me vomit.' Avery grimaced.

...

89 fighters have been already knocked out, but some simply gave up after receiving injuries.

But the limelight of the Battle Royale was a battle between Liam and Michael.

Liam unleashed his monstrous punch.

Michael dodged swiftly, but the monstrous punch scratched his shoulder.

''TSK!'' Michael clicked his tongue after a stinging pain appeared on his shoulder.

Liam quickly put his two palms forwards and took a step forwards.

[Sinful Extermination!]

*SWISH*

The two palms became like blurs and attacked Michael with lightning speed.

Michael in a hurry, put his two arms as a block, but he didn't completely make in time, and one of the palms hit him in the chest, which made him slide backward.

''GRR!'' Michael gritted his teeth and managed to stop his sliding, But Liam was already attacking.

[Sinless Synchrony!]

Liam's arms became blurry, and a flurry of punches, palms, and finger attacks assaulted Michael's figure.

''ARGHH!'' Michael could only put his arms as a block and try to defend, but soon his body became filled with bruises and wounds.

''RAA!'' Michael roared and stomped the ground powerfully.

''?!'' Liam widened his eyes, and his posture became a mess.

He stopped attacking and tried to stabilize himself.

But then... A fist appeared in front of him.

''?!'' Liam didn't have time to dodge.

*SMACK*

Liam was sent flying, blood started flowing from his nose and mouth.

*CRACK*

He crashed on the ground and lied on the ground few seconds until he stood up with shaky legs.

Michael started calmly walking towards him while wiping the blood from his face.

''Pfft...'' Liam spat blood and cracked his knuckles.

He was preparing for another round of fighting.

But then...

*DING*

''FIRST ROUND IS OVER!'' Lyon's loud voice was heard.

Liam and Michael grimaced.

''This is not over!'' Michael said and left towards his stands.

Liam snorted and turned around.

His body was still aching in pain, but he had to act that he wasn't injured.

There are millions of people watching, and some cameras might have shown their fight.

To make his home city proud, he needs to stand tall.

Liam arrived at his team's stands, where his friends and coach were waiting.

''Liam, you alright?!'' A girl in her 16s asked with worry visible on her face.

The others were also very anxious.

''I am fine,'' Liam replied simply and sat down on his seat.

He wiped the blood from his face and controlled his rising heartbeat.

'If Michael is this strong... How can I defeat the other Kings after Michael... And there is still Richard...' Liam gritted his teeth, but he wasn't planning to give up.

'No worries... Mom... Laura... I will win.' Liam swore on his mind, 'I won't let anyone insult us ever again... And no one will ever act like we don't exist...'

''Liam...'' The girl next to her said with worry.

She is Liam's childhood friend, who knows how much Liam cares about this tournament.

She had long brown hair, delicate-looking eyebrows, and a cute pointy nose. She was definitely an attractive individual with a petite body. Her name is Kira.

''Liam... Do you need to visit a doctor?'' Their coach, the middle-aged man with the name of Samuel, asked.

Liam shook his head, ''I am not injured.''

''Then... Shall we go back to the hotel to rest?'' Samuel asked.

Liam sighed and nodded.

There wasn't anything left for today.

Tomorrow the real matches start.

Round of 2 and Round of 3.

Round of 2 has 512 teams.

Round 3 only has 256 remaining.

...

Michael arrived at the stands and arrogantly sat down.

''Tsk.'' Rafael clicked his tongue.

Giron saw Michael's arms being filled with bruises.

''We need to get rid of those bruises,'' Giron said.

Michael snorted but nodded.

The bruises still affect his fighting prowess, and he wants to be in top shape for tomorrow.

''Let's go,'' Giron said and stood up.

They all nodded and stood up to follow behind Giron.

Their figures caught everyone's attention.

They are the top 1 seed after all.

Michael's strength already showed that they are a terrifying team.

Even though Michael is First King, it doesn't mean he is the strongest one.

It means who has shown the most potential; currently, Michael is the person who seems to have the most potential, but it doesn't mean he is strongest.

They were about to leave the stadium and enter the long corridors.

But then Ichiro glanced towards a handsome blond-haired young man, who was smiling gently.

Avery felt a gaze; he turned his head and saw a handsome black-haired young man glaring at him.

'Hehe... This is the one I need to ruthlessly humiliate... He looks weak...' Avery gently smiled and waved his hand.

Ichiro clenched his fist and turned his head around.

The first meeting between the two protagonists of the tournament happened.