Chapter 8 Gladiators Heaven (2/2)

”Not too long, I spent the last week training” explained Fell with a smile.

”One week? Stop joking, this isn't something you can learn in a week, are you…”, Moha stopped in the middle of his sentence not sure if he could use that word.

'Genius? This isn't genius, those guys from the big cities are geniuses, they have the best resources, the best teachers and even they use much more time to learn Hardening.' Fear started stirring in his heart following Moha's train of thought, 'This kid is a complete monster!'

”Anyway did you just come here to ruin my tables?” Moha already calmed down, his long life full of experience helping him stomach the oddity in front of his eyes.

”I came to tell you that I quit! I sincerely thank you for all those years you've taken care of me!” finishing his sentence with a deep bow in the direction of his Old Boss

”Oh, I kinda expected it when I saw your little trick earlier, what else do you need?”

”I need a place where I can fight! I need to accumulate enough combat experience! Any idea on where I should go?” fighting intent clearly visible on his juvenile face.

”I know exactly where you need to go, wait for me I'll close the shop, it's a close friend who's in charge there.” Moha grabbed his trenchcoat and keys, then quickly closed the shop leaving behind the old drunkard in their drowsy lethargic state.

Thirty minutes later, Fell and Moha were in front of a strange looking building. In front of their eyes laid a cheap replica of the Coliseum, on top of the main door two words could be seen ”Gladiator's H aven”. Fell noticed that a strange space was empty between the letters, probably not worth the manager's attention.

”Let's go inside, this place is run by an old friend of mine” entered Moha not even checking if Fell was following his steps.

Gladiator's Heaven's inside was similar to the roman's famous Coliseum, the only downside of this replica was that it was cheaply made. If a decent architect came here he would have probably wondered if it was built based on the doodle of a child, weird metal plates and exceedingly misshapen column had the hard job of being the foundation of this twisted construct.

Fell really didn't know whether to laugh or cry when put in front of this monstrosity.

Moving closer to one of the column, Fell put his hand on the column and gently applied some pressure. Shock soon appeared on his face, even with his newly found strength he couldn't make this crippled column move.

Calming down, a smile appeared in his face.

'This is indeed the place I need'

Looking around, he quickly found where Old Moha was. The old man was again making a scene.

He was screaming and howling in front of another man, weirdly enough the other man was also doing the same. This comical scene leaving Fell completely speechless.

A few minutes later, Moha came back with a satisfied look on his face. Behind him, the eccentric old man was looking at Fell with a weird shine, his look similar to a master jeweler who just spotted a rough diamond chunk.

Fell was sure, this was the old friend that Old Moha kept talking about.

”Indeed, a lot of potentials, are you sure you want to put him in the elite rank?” asked the eccentric old man, ”I mean he has potential, but he could also die in his first fight!”

Old Moha looked at Fell, showing him that he was the one who had the final say on the matter.

”What's the highest rank?” said fell a grin on his youthful face, an unyielding resolve showing in his dark amber eyes