Martial Arts Worlds

Animal Kingdom, the Combat Land, the location of the King of the Beasts Tournament.

"Arghhhhh!"

"Raaaaah!"

"Die!"

With an axe swing, heads rolled out of the shoulders, and blood sprayed to the dark crimson sky of the blood night.

While the humans were selecting their representatives in another way, the Animal Kingdom was choosing their seven warriors with a bloody battle royale tournament.

It was how the Animal Kingdom did things—die in search of glory—and Beast King Vladimir only wanted the seven as their representatives who were willing to die for the cause.

And thus, talents after great talents were dying in this battlefield with each passing second, and if Human Government's representative were watching it, they would have their hearts bleeding.

To them, it would be such a shame to cause the deaths of so many talented individuals that could easily become Martial Kings and greater in the near future.

However, those who survived the battle royale would become much greater monsters in the future.

"Die!"

A brown-scorched-skinned young man swung his long-handled war hammer, trying to crush every bone in his opponent's body.

However, his opponent had nimble legs, and he was dodging the war hammer swings with ease.

The war hammer was heavy, so it wasn't easy to swing it, yet the brown-skinned young man was still easily swinging it.

"Haha, can't hit me?"

The nimble-legged young man grinned, drew his sword, and ducked under the war hammer while slicing through the waist of the brown-skinned young man.

"Urgh!"

The brown-skinned young man dropped to his knee, and the sword headed to his neck, but he quickly grabbed the nimble-legged young man's arm, preventing it from making contact with his neck.

"Agh?"

The nimble-legged young man's face turned pale.

With his arm caught, he couldn't do anything to free himself from the brown-skinned young man's grip. It was just too hard and strong.

"Ptui!"

The brown-skinned young man spat in his face, temporarily blinding him with his saliva, and he then drove his war hammer into the chest of the young man.

The war hammer shattered the nimble-legged young man's ribcage—it was instant death.

"Hahahahaha!"

He lifted the war hammer high with a victorious laugh, but at that moment, snow started falling all around him in patches.

The snowflakes, when landed on his head and shoulders, were cold like freezing needles.

"Eh?"

He turned around, and there, on top of the small hill, he saw a porcelain-skinned young woman with silver-white hair, with a slender, almost ethereal figure that seemed to shimmer in the falling snow.

Her silver-white hair was braided with dark strands, and her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce right through him.

"It's you… Dawn!"

The brown-skinned young man exclaimed.

There was nobody in the Animal Kingdom who didn't know who this young woman was—Dawn Pawford—the princess of the Snow Leopard clan!

"You cannot use weapons in that tournament, so if you cannot make it into the top seven without a weapon, what good are you?"

Dawn leaped off the hill, her blue-white robe billowing all around her. It looked light and flowing, but in reality, it was made from the finest silk and silver threads.

"Bitch!"

The brown-skinned young man swung his mighty war hammer, but Dawn stabbed her piercing hand into his chest, grabbing his heart and crushing it with a single squeeze.

"Ah…"

With just one moan of pain, the young man dropped to the ground, lifeless.

Dawn looked at her bleeding hand. It wasn't her blood. And she then licked it off with a euphoric look.

"Ah~"

Crack! Rumble! Thunder!

At that moment, the sky above her started crackling with lightning and thunder, which just made her squint her eyes.

She turned around to see a figure standing in the middle of the field. Corpses strewn all around him.

At that moment, Beast Prince Arazimir's gaze fell on Dawn, and it was a cold gaze with his pale grey eyes that looked like the winter fog.

There was no kindness or mercy in those eyes.

"Your Highness…"

Dawn bowed with a quite nervous gaze and hoped that their past association would spare her from his fury.

However, Beast Prince Arazimir pointed his hand at Dawn. He planned to attack. And Dawn immediately turned around to flee.

He didn't know the concept of mercy when it came to the fight.

At that moment, a bell rang across the battlefield, and it officially signaled the end of the battle royale, as only seven were remaining.

"…"

Beast Prince Arazimir lowered his hand and then looked around as five other figures trotted out of the forests with smiles on their faces.

"Ah~ We're the representatives, it seems."

Zacred said with a grin.

He had a lean frame, a gaunt face, and deep-set yellowish eyes with long, restless fingers that almost seemed claw-like.

He was from the legendary Direwolf Clan and was their young prince of annihilation.

It had been said that when the apocalypse fell over the Land of the Living, it would be the strongest Direwolf who would swallow the sun and put an end to all life.

"Yip, yah!"

Percival grinned, dressed in warm, autumnal fabrics. His eyes looked untrustworthy, and in his head, he had fox ears of deep orange color.

He was of the Fox clan from the Mountain Range of the Lost Foxes. It was said to be the most untrustworthy clan of them all, but their ancestor, the great Nine-Tailed Fox was said to be as mighty as Beast King Vladimir.

"…"

Silently mumbling to himself, Alistark walked in circles while having common Lynx characteristics of a sly smile and quick reflexes.

The smallest and weakest clan, the Lynx clan, was from the Land of the Cats, which was infamously known for being a peaceful and pacifist race.

Beast King Vladimir had wanted to destroy them many times, as he didn't like to be associated with the weak.

Alistark, despite only being eighteen years old, was already the strongest fighter of the Lynx Clan, and he came for this competition for one reason.

To show Beast King Vladimir that they weren't weak.

With tawny-gold skin and faint, dusky freckling along her cheekbones that could be mistaken for beauty marks, Shafira smiled at the sight of the blood night.

She was from the Cheetah clan, the fastest clan of them all, and it had been said that the fastest Cheetah could traverse around the World Sea in a month's time.

No one in the younger generation could match her speed. Not even Beast Prince Arazimir. And even he had learned to respect her speed, which was pretty annoying to deal with.

"…"

Singlar, from a clan of Black Panthers, looked towards Beast Prince Arazimir, and the corner of his lip twitched into a small.

'I am surrounded by legends of the younger generation. All of them will be etched in to the history books in the future, and I am among them, despite being the most ordinary kind of them all.

'Humanity… I am sorry, but you won't be winning a single match. It will be over shortly.'