Summoned and Unwanted

*Crack* As the body of the large swole gladiator was leaning in one direction, from the opposite side appeared another force. Instead of pushing his body, the new force only pushed his head the other way, causing it to bend and make a horrible cracking sound.

After the furry foot landed and delivered a critical hit, it moved, causing the sharp claws cut Bloody’s face and one of his eyes.

However, the damage Lupa inflicted was not enough to cause Bloody to fall down. No. He remained standing as if breaking his neck was nothing but a mere scratch. As if he could fix the damage Lupa inflicted by controlling the blood in his body and shifting his neck and shoulder muscles.

Three red projectiles suddenly passed near Vincent’s legs. Each projectile accurately penetrated the tough large muscles the kneecap was covered with. Additionally, all three projectiles landed less than one millimeter apart from each other.

The three projectiles entered almost at the same spot. The projectiles appeared to be potent, yet none of them exited from the opposite side. It was as if they were stuck or as if there was more going on with the gladiators’ bodies than meets the eye or inspection skill.

The projectiles were red, and there was only one person on the Lionheart team who could use do such a thing. It was none other than Mimi.

Mimi swiftly made some distance and shot three blood bullets before needing to continue fighting. The blood bullets she shot caused Bloody, who was losing his balance from Zero, Vincent, and then Lupa’s attacks, to tilt as if he was going to fall.

Bloody’s ruined arm, broken neck, and now ruined leg made it obvious he was the first gladiator to be defeated. Any other person would be dead by now, yet the Bloody’s strange made her appear between greatly injured to critically injured.

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Ester opened her eyes wide as he couldn’t believe the enemy who was giving her a hard time was on the verge of death.

Ester was astonished while looking at Bloody’s arm. Her wind sigil’s powerful attack had ruined half of Bloody’s arms while, like always, creating a gory scene from her destructive wind.

However, Ester felt happy yet ashamed.

Ester was happy that Zero’s vines gave her the time to inflict a lot of damage with wind sigils.

Ester was happy that Vincent arrived in time to punch Bloody away from her.

Ester was happy that Lupa kicked Bloody’s head and produced a horrible sound while delivering what should have been a deadly attack.

Ester was happy that Mimi had the time to offer support when she was fighting against two opponents at the same time.

Yet, Ester was ashamed she had to be the first one on the team to require help. She felt angry at her helpless self.

When Ester thought she had improved, she soon realized that her defense was greatly lacking when facing an overwhelming force. The confidence in her current earth sigil tattoo control was shattered in this fight.

Just as Ester was feeling demoralized and her mind filled with negative thoughts, the view in front of her became darker and darker.

The moment Ester’s body became dark, as if she was in the shade, Bloody’s head moved forward, and his neck made another horrible cracking sound.

“Awa!” Ester exclaimed before seeing Bloody’s head slam to the ground and the body following it with a loud thud.

A few seconds ago, Awa had regenerated her body. Her vision was linked with Night and the ball of darkness floating in the sky. Even while regenerating her body, Awa could see her parents’ reaction to her body’s disappearance and oversee the fights taking place.

The first thing Awa did was to shoot and attach a shadow line on the large swole body about to fall on the ground.

Before initiating the trigger by kicking her leg backward and shooting her body, Awa aimed her free leg at Bloody’s head. Watching a white furry foot bend the head in the opposite direction allowed Awa to choose the target to land instantly.

Awa landed. With the force of impact and loss of balance, Bloody slammed to the ground helplessly. Not only the audience but Vincent, Ester, Lupa, Kazumi, and Mimi were surprised by Awa’s entrance.

Awa standing on top of a pile of swole muscles, gloriously raised her leg and exclaimed, “Quake!” before slamming her foot against Bloody’s head and *CRACK* crushing his head while slightly splitting the ground.

“Ladies and gentlemen! A game-changing situation has just occurred. We previously considered Ester Lionheart’s defeat because of her injured leg, but it appears her time is not over yet thanks to her team members or, more accurately, her family saving her.”

“Not only that, ladies and gentlemen. But Awa Lionheart, the Dullahan who keeps on surprising us, has defeated the first contestant. The gladiator slave named Bloody, who became a massive human, has lost his life, leaving his four teammates to fight with one less on their team.”

Amie and Lamin became incredibly proud of their daughter and what she accomplished in front of so many people. They believed their ancestors were celebrating Awa’s first kill proudly. They also believed Awa had taken the first step to make the world know the Dullahan race is not to be trifled with.

Luciano grinned at the view in front of him. His granddaughter was not only saved, but all of the Lionheart team members provided assistance.

This knowledge allowed Luciano to learn how close their bond was. They had an unusual family foundation, but any relationship that accepts and supports each other would work, he believed.

Iris, Lilith, Sakura, Sofy, Mirey, and Plow were relieved to see Ester still alive and kicking. Similarly, all of the people who came to watch, cheer, and side with the Lionheart family was relieved to see the first gladiator defeated and Ester still alive.

[Vincent! Your fight is not over!] Kazumi exclaimed.

Vincent gritted his teeth, and his veins bulged. Around him was a faint aura of steam. The cause was because of what was happing inside his body.

Vincent’s mana coursed to his gauntlets faster than before, as if the gauntlets were working against Vincent and absorbing his mana, similar to how the gauntlets absorb the mana from foreign touch.

Vincent’s body was experiencing a large amount of stress, yet he needed power at this moment. He could not wait for seconds to pass and exchange tens of blows before recharging his gauntlets.

Vincent turned around, steadied his legs, and raised his arms to block. *Clang!* The sword swing was blocked. Vincent’s body roared in pain for withstanding the mighty slash.

Vincent clenched his fists firmly and removed his guard stance by swinging his arms. As he took one step forward, his face contorted in both anger and pain.

Vincent extended one finger while his eyes glared at one spot on Punchingbag’s body. The pair of radiant green eyes were looking at the enemy in front of them as if he was a target with a bullseye at the center.

Vincent thrust his finger at Punchingbag’s chest. As the finger entered his body, the finger was the key to unlocking what was locked and hidden under the mass of muscles.

“Implode!” Vincent shouted angrily while pushing inside Punchingbag’s body all the mutated mana he had left in his gauntlets.

The mutated mana moved like roots inside Punchingbag’s body. The roots were from Vincent’s Shatter move, yet they served a different purpose. They were the links to trigger hundreds of mini implosions within Punchingbag’s large swole body.

Every time each chaotic root of condensed mutated mana reached a deposit of mutated mana left from a finger shank, the deposit imploded, and the force of the blast caused the skin to bludge and pop.

Punchingbag suffered from too many mini-implosions for his body to start recovering. Additionally, Vincent’s mutated mana was hindering the regeneration. Punchingbag had become Vincent’s worn-out punching bag.

The two arms holding metal shields used like gloves dropped down lifelessly while the body shook from the ongoing implosions randomly triggering around the upper body and arms.

As this was transpiring, Vincent’s right-hand gauntlet became covered by a fine layer of flammable mutated ash. With a snap of his fingers, the gauntlet became covered with raging green flames.

“Game over. ” Vincent said while shoving his arm inside Punchingbag’s chest with ease as the muscles had lost their toughness.

At this moment, all of the mini-implosions were triggered at the same time, causing a massive implosion. Blood splattered, and the gory scene caused a few people to puke, yet Punchingbag did not disappoint his name. He remained standing.

“They created a monster. ” Vincent complained while watching what should be a corpse still standing. There were too many large wounds on the upper body, and the internal damage was deadly, yet Punchingbag was still breathing.

Vincent stopped focusing his eyes and closed the status window in front of his eyes. He swung his arm to extinguish the flaming gauntlet and turned around.

“You are already dead. ” Vincent said before hearing Punchingbag gasp for air and slam to the ground.

Vincent noticed Awa extending her hand to help Ester stand up. A warm smile appeared on his face, but it didn’t last for another second.

[Vincent! A crazy amount of chaotic mana is gathering around Ester’s opponent’s corpse!]

“What is happening?” Vincent asked while clenching his fists.