Chapter 87 - Tournament Of Luck Or Fight (Part 1) (1/2)

In front of Luke, there was a strong man with a shaved head. The tattoos that ran down the big man's arms were two different colored dragons. The dragon on his right arm was blue, and the dragon on his left arm was green.

Waiting for the signal to start, the big guy heard some whispers from his partner, which Luke could hear even though the crowd's noise.

”See he's leaning a little to the left? That means he's got some bruised ribs, so focus on pressing them.” The man with the ponytail whispered this and also some more advice.

'Oh! He has good eyes.' Luke thought because he really had some bruised ribs, and every time he straightened his spine, an intense pain plagued him in his right ribs. 'How the hell did I go about agreeing to participate in this?'

'Come on, Luke! If you win, I'm going to sit on your face!” Alexis shouted from one corner of the crowd.

'I just remembered why.' The half-wolf huffed and hid his face a little more with his wide hood.

In truth, Luke wasn't participating just for the half-dragon's indecent proposal. A few minutes ago, Alexis had learned about the tournament through a side conversation she overheard from the crowd and was thirsty for the prize of two thousand five hundred silver coins.

However, she judged that it would be unfair for her to participate, so she signed Luke up to fight. Before he knew it, the half-wolf was already in the improvised court in the center of the huge square, packed with people, but he only agreed because he wanted to keep the prize.

Four small wooden towers formed a large square, delimiting how far the spectators could go. In one of these four towers, there was the narrator, and in the other three, the judges.

”Ladies and gentlemen! Children and senile old men! I present to you the first Luck or Fight Tournament of the city of Vasconcelos. As you know, the city is experiencing a complica—”

”Huuuuuu!”

”Shut up and start right away!”

The spectators started booing the young narrator for touching such a boring subject in the middle of the party.

Now a little nervous from hearing and seeing the huge adventurers who threatened him, the narrator announced:

”The first round will be between an E-Class and a D-Class adventurer.” He pointed to Luke and the big guy on the other side of the arena, respectively. ”Show your identities.”

Then, Luke raised his weak metal necklace, and the other man raised his copper necklace high. Surprisingly, the cries of support seemed to be more on Luke's side than Class-D's.

”Crumple that turd's face, Class-E!”

”That's it! We believe you!”

”Ha! Are you guys kidding? He's going to die!”

”What are you talking about, you piece of shit? Grey matter eater!”

Instinctively, humans always take the side of the weakest, the losers, and that was exactly why Luke was getting so much support. Everyone knew that there was a massive difference in power and experience between an E-Class and a D-Class.

”3... 2... 1... start!”

Luke promptly bent his knees, formed a claw with his hands and took a deep breath.