Chapter 12 A Blade Resembles Its Owner (1/2)

Fell gradually came out of his epiphany. Noticing that his surroundings were oddly calm, he looked around him.

Surrounding him, a group of gladiators with gawked eyes. In the middle of them was a stiffened Sifiso, his eyes were gaping out of their orbits.

Calming himself, he quickly asked with a shaky voice.

”Where did you learn this martial art?”

His question catching the interest of everyone. A deep shine representing jealousy appeared in some gladiators' eyes, a gulp resonating throughout the quiet courtyard.

Noticing the awkward vibe, Sifiso added with a cough.

”Come, today you need to choose a weapon.” Turning around, he left with a fast pace trying to lessen the trouble for young Fell.

Fell hastily followed him, leaving behind a group of stunned Gladiators.

”Did you see that punch” his voice quivering.

”Yeah, it was so fast! My body is still shivering from the excitement”

The gladiators all practiced martial art to some extent, seeing such an impressive act left them shocked. Most of them reassessing Fell in their heart, putting it in a higher pedestal.

”Let's get back to training boys” added an Elite Rank gladiator, ”If that kid can do it, we can also do it”

Youthful passion soon spread through the originally calm courtyard. With hearts full of motivation and ambition, the gladiators resumed their morning training session. Manly howls and barks resounding through the courtyard.

Fell caught up to Sifiso and asked him with an interested tone.

”Why do I need a weapon?”

”Starting master rank, melee weapons are authorized in the arena.” Explained Sifiso

”Isn't it too dangerous?” asked Fell with a doubtful voice.

”Most fighters of the Master Rank are cultivators. To die in an arena battle isn't improbable, but it's very uncommon” looking deep in Fell's eyes he added, ”But you already know that. As a cultivator, you know your own body's survivability”.

Fell stopped in his track, surprised that Sifiso would have access to knowledge about cultivators. Calming himself he reassessed the man in his heart, seeing him in a different light.

Fell stopped for a minute. He was surprised that Sifiso would have so much knowledge about cultivators. He quietly changed the view he had on that man, seeing him in a different light.

”Where are we going to find a melee weapon?” asked Fell

”We have a stockpile here in the gladiators' arena, the weapons there are quite old. But you'll probably find something that'll suit your taste.”

Fell resumed his walk, a fast-paced strut showing his impatience. He was already dreaming and thinking about the thousand different weapons he could use.

Soon they arrived in front of an old hut. The walls were full of rust, giving off the impression to whoever saw it that it survived through the ravage of time.

Sifiso quickly approached the door, taking out a set of keys from his pocket. He unlocked it and entered after nodding to Fell.

Fell neared the small hut, a powerful metallic smell hitting his nose. He entered the old building and disappeared inside it.

A small yelp escaped from his mouth as soon as he entered, shocked by the multitude of item plastered on the walls.