*DESH*

  *BRSSSSHHHH*

  Revon kicks the two sand axes away and breaks their arms in the process, while he catches the other axe with his left armored hand.

  *GRT*

  *BRSSSSHHHH*

  He grips the axe, and it breaks apart into grains of sand. Revon shoots out three of his liquid iron at the three clones, and they stick to them.

  "HRRAAAAHHHH!!"

  *WUUUSSHH*

  Revon spins himself, and the three clones were pulled and spun along with him. He stops and throws the three sand clones downwards towards the arena below.

  *BRRSSSHHHH*

  They all break apart into sand once they hit the arena.

  *!*

  Now, 10 of her sand clones are surrounding him. All of them shape their legs into axes as well. They spin their entire body vertically to do spinning axe kicks in harmony.

  "This is getting annoying!!"

  Revon changes the shape of the armor on both of his hands into a sword, each with 1,5 meters in length and 5cm in width. The 10 sand clones launch themselves forward at him. He spins himself with his two blades, becoming a deadly human-sized tornado.

  *BWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

  *BRRRRRSSSSSSHHHHH*

  Revon destroys all of their axe legs back into sand with his iron blades. The 10 clones stop themselves and quickly shape their right hands into axes. They all swing their axe-hands immediately at Revon in harmony.

  "NO USE!!"

  *BWAASSHHHH*

  Revon is still spinning, and he breaks all of their axe-hands as well, easily. He changes his arm blade into one long iron blade in his right hand. His iron blade is 8 meters long and is 70cm wide.

  *ZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH*

  He slices all of the clones right on their stomach, cutting them in two. The 10 sand clones turn back into sand immediately.

  "Tch! Now there are so many sands all over the sky! This is getting annoying!"

  Revon changes the shape of his long blade into a giant iron fan once again. He pulls his arm back to swing, but then the rest of her sand clones approach him, and there are seven of them.

  *!!!*

  The seven sand clones shoot out more sand at him.

  *BRRRSSSSHHH*

  Revon is now buried under a giant spherical sand ball with his giant fan comically sticking out of it.

  "You're going down, Revon-san!"

  Revon heard Irina speak out of nowhere.

  *GRTTT GRRTTT GRTK*

  The giant sand ball compresses into a smaller ball at her will. The pressure of the compression would've crushed anything into pieces; even his giant fan was bent multiple times across its length.

  *!!!*

  *BRRRSSSSHHH*

  All of a sudden, something bursts out of the compressed sand ball. It was an iron harpoon, and it shot and landed right on the eye of the upside-down sand pyramid. The compressed sand ball also explodes out of nowhere, and it reveals a smooth ball of iron floating in the sky, completely unaffected by the earlier pressure.

  Revon commands his 20 floating Gatling guns to shoot at the seven sand clones.

  *WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

  *RATATATATATATATATATATATATA*

  Each of the seven sand clones creates a thick sand wall in front to protect itself from the iron bullets. Revon comes out of the iron ball, and he flies directly towards the upside-down pyramid.

  "IT'S TIME TO COME OUT OF HIDING, PRINCESS!!"

  Revon changes the armor on his right hand into a giant blade again. The blade is 12 meters long and is 20 centimeters wide. He pulls his giant arm blade above his head.

  "HRRRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

  He swings his giant arm blade down and cuts the upside-down pyramid in two.

  *ZRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!! REVON CUTS IT DOWN!!! HE CUTS THAT WEIRD PYRAMID IN TWO!!!"

  "HE CAN CREATE A SWORD THAT MASSIVE!!! HIS FAITH POWER IS INCREDIBLE!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!"

  "REVON-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  *!!!*

  Revon sees what is inside the giant pyramid. It was another sand clone, and it was already cut in two.

  "(Wait, she's not inside?)"

  Irina was suddenly behind Revon. She creates a large hand with her sand 10 times her own size.

  *GRABS*

  *DESH DESH*

  She grabs him and compresses her sand to tighten the grip.

  "HHHHRRRRGGGHHHH!!!"

  "Did you have fun with my clones?"

  "Grrr! Where were you, Princess??"

  Irina smiles and points behind her to where all the other seven of her sand clones were.

  *!*

  Revon finds out that one of the seven sand clones was cut open as if it were a shell left behind by a metamorphosing bug. Irina was one of the sand clones this whole time. She was hiding under the thin sand casing of herself to match her appearance with her other clones.

  "Hah! No wonder I heard you so closely when I was trapped inside that giant sand ball."

  "Don't worry, you can hear me again later at the winning ceremony when I receive the Awakening Trophy!"

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  "Love the confidence, Princess! Now, let me go?"

  Irina flies down fast towards the arena, riding a small sand platform. She drags Revon along with her with her giant sand hand. When she was about to land on the arena, she stopped just a bit above it, and then she swung her hand down, and the giant sand hand slammed Revon down towards the arena.

  *BRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH*

  "UUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!"

  The giant sand hand lets go of Revon. It rises towards the sky and clenches into a fist. Irina also raises her right fist upwards. She slams her fist down, and the giant sand hand follows her motion.

  *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH*

  The giant sand hand slams into Revon in the arena, and it breaks into sand on impact and scatters all over the arena. Revon was completely buried under all that sand. His 20 Gatling guns in the sky also disappear.

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "THAT WAS A CLEAN HIT BY IRINA!!! IS THIS THE END? IS REVON GOING TO FALL HERE, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN???"

  "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! REVON-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  . . . . . .

  After a few seconds of no sign of movement, Revon finally crawls out of the sand.

  "*pant pant* Princess. . . you are. . . one rough princess. . ."

  "Still not down yet! You are so stubborn!"

  "Heh! *pant pant* That's why I'm. . . in this tournament. . ."

  "Then shall we end this whole fight? Let's not waste anyone's time!"

  Irina gathers all of the sand in the arena, and they all flows towards her. She shapes all of her sand into a giant snapping turtle's head.

  Revon slowly gets up. He's still inside his iron armor, but his face is bruised up. His body also suffered deep bruises under the armor.

  "Heh! I'll have to give my best too or I'm finished. . ."

  Revon points his right hand forward. He creates a giant cannon in front of him with his liquid iron five times his body size. The giant cannon sticks out a giant iron harpoon on its front barrel.

  "Let's finish this, Princess!"

  "About time, Revon-san!"

  Revon shoots his giant harpoon from his giant cannon, and Irina launches her giant snapping turtle head. Both attacks travel at relatively the same speed, but Irina's attack travels a bit faster.

  *BWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

  *!!!!*

  Their attacks clash, but immediately on contact, Irina's giant snapping turtle head was destroyed, turning back to sand and scattering into the air. Revon's iron harpoon keeps flying towards Irina.

  But Irina was already above in the sky, riding on a sand platform, completely dodging it. Revon has to discard his giant iron harpoon or else it will reach the audience.

  "Phew! That was close. . . I was almost disqualified because of that. . ."

  Irina doesn't stop. She controls all the scattered sand to flow towards Revon.

  "Dammit!"

  Revon wanted to cover himself inside a large iron ball, but Irina's sand was already surrounding him. Irina's sand interferes with Revon's control of his liquid iron.

  "Tch!! This is bad!"

  Irina flows the sand to sneak into the inside of Revon's armor. Irina moved her hands to open both sides, and Revon's armor was forcefully taken off his body with her sand.

  *BRRRRSSSSSSHHHHHHH*

  *CLANG*

  "AAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!"

  "And for the finisher--!!"

  Irina straightens her palm and raises her right hand once again. She creates another giant sand hand, and it follows her movement.

  "Sand Chop Finale!"

  Irina swings her karate chop down, and the giant sand hand follows after.

  *BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH*

  Irina lands her decisive blow on Revon. The giant sand hand breaks into sand and scatters everywhere in the arena upon impact.

  Irina flies low to the arena and hops off her sand platform, dismantling it. She also discards all the sand in the arena. Revon was revealed lying down, not moving an inch.

  . . . . . .

  "I-I-ITS OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!"

  "REVON-SAN ISN'T MOVING AN INCH!!! MATCH NUMBER EIGHT!!!!! REVON RAY VERSUS IRINA AGAPOV!!!"

  "THE WINNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

  "IRINA AGAPOV-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

  "REVON-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "REVON-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!"

  Irina raises her right fist above her head, celebrating her victory.

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

  "IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  Irina walks back to the fighter's quarters as she keeps her hand up all the way, and the audience keeps cheering for her.

  The medical team rushes towards Revon. They informed the hosts that he suffered no major injury.

  "FOLKS, REVON IS PERFECTLY FINEEEEE!!! HE SIMPLY LOST CONSCIOUSNESS DUE TO MILD CONCUSSION!!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "MILD CONCUSSION AFTER BEING ATTACKED BY THAT GIGANTIC HAND??? BAHAHAHAHA!!! REVON-SAN'S FAITH POWER IS CRAZY TOUGH!!!!

  "WAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU SAID IT!!! WHAT A CRAZY FINAL BATTLE!!! I WAS SO CONFUSED ABOUT WHO HAD THE UPPER HAND THE WHOLE TIME!!"

  "BAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! SAMEEEEE!!! IRINA'S SAND COULDN'T PIERCE THROUGH REVON'S IRON, BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE HER MINDSET TO WIN NONETHELESS!!"

  "The mindset of where your Faith power is compromised, yet still determined to find a way to overcome it. That is the mindset of a winner! That's the mindset our next champion should have!"

  "WOOOOHHHH!! SUCH A HUGE PRAISE COMING FROM LUKIA FOR IRINA!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  The audience cheered for her again.

  "WAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I WAS SO SURPRISED TO FIND OUT THAT SHE HERSELF WAS ONE OF THE CLONES ATTACKING REVON!!! I WAS FOR SURE THAT SHE WAS INSIDE THAT WEIRD PYRAMID!!"

  "BAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU'RE RIGHT!!! I GUESS THAT WEIRD PYRAMID WAS MEANT AS A DISTRACTION!!!"

  "I agree, that was really clever of her! Even I was wary of that weird pyramid the whole time! Thought for sure she planned to unleash some sort of secret technique with that one." said Lukia.

  "WAHAHAHAHA!! FOR ONCE, ALL THREE OF US AGREED ON SOMETHING!!!"

  "BAHAHAHAHAHA!! WELL THEN!!!"

  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! THE FIRST ROUND OF BWC IS OVER!!!"

  "WE HAVE FOUND ALL OF THE WINNERS THAT WILL PROCEED TO THE NEXT ROUND, THE BRAWLIEVERS’ EIGHTH ROUND!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

  "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

  "HERE WE WILL FORMALLY ANNOUNCE EVERY FIGHTER WHO WILL ADVANCE TO THE NEXT ROUND!!!"

  "FIRST, WE HAVE, ARTHUR BATISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"

  "ARTHUR-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!"

  "SECOND, GABRIEL OSVALDOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

  "GABRIEL-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!"

  "THIRD, THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE PHARAOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!"

  "PHARAOH-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "FOURTH, ARMY-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

  "ARMY-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!"

  "FIFTH, THEEEEEEEEEEEEE GREEN REAPEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

  "GREEN REAPER-SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "SIXTH, ARDINA RESTU-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNN!!!"

  "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "ARDINA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!"

  "AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!! OUR LATEST WINNER!!! IRINA AGAPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOV!!"

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

  "IRINA-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

  After Daniel and Radomin announced the last fighters, all of the fighters' faces and names were shown on every giant monitor in the stadium.

  "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

  "WWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!"

  The audience cheered loudly with maximum enthusiasm, seeing all of the winners.

  *!!!*

  But then the hosts notice something very crucial.

  "FOOOOOLLLKKKSSSS!!! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!"

  *?????*

  The audience was confused.

  "WE HAVE 7 WINNERS FROM THE FIRST ROUND!!! BUT THEN HOW ARE WE GOING TO ARRANGE THE NEXT MATCHES WITH AN ODD NUMBER OF FIGHTERS?? THE NEXT ROUND IS EVEN NAMED ‘BRAWLIEVERS’ EIGHTS’. HOW IRONIC FOLKS!!"

  "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH????"

  "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DO NOT PANIC!!! WE WILL FIND THE SOLUTION SOON!!! THE NEXT ROUND OF BWC, THE BRAWLIEVERS’ EIGHTS, WILL BE HELD TOMORROW, STARTING AT THE SAME HOUR ON THIS STADIUM!!!!"

  "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH?????"

  "See you tomorrow, everyone!" said Lukia.

  "SEE YOU TOMORROW, LUKIA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!"

  And thus, the second day of BWC has come to an end.

  .

  .

  .

  "Ummm, seriously, how are we going to do a tournament with an odd number of participants?"

  "Well, this is a real sucker. . ."

  "Can we do a three-way battle?"

  "No, that would be too hard for the audience to follow! Not to mention that that doesn't solve the odd number problem. Besides, the fighter’s future depends on this; we can’t just do whatever."

  "Uuuurrggghhh!!! How are we going to resolve this, then?"

  "Good luck to you all! Hope you guys can find the answer before tomorrow! The clock's ticking and you don't have much time!"

  "EEEEEEHHHHH?? Lukia-san, can't you help us think of something?"

  "Eeeehhh? But I am a guest, not an organizer! I only get paid for commentating."

  "Eeeeeeeeehhhhhhh?"

  The entire organizer team was left speechless inside the meeting room. Some of them have troubled faces, while others almost cried due to this unforeseen crisis. But then one of the event organizers had a brain-blast moment.

  “AH! GUYS!! I REMEMBER THAT OUR COMMENTATORS SAID THAT THIS TOURNAMENT HAS A RECORD FOR BOTH A DOUBLE RING OUT AND A DOUBLE KO!!”

  *!!!*

  “Now that you mention it!” said Daniel.

  “Daniel-san, where did you get that info?”

  “UUhhh, my family has been a fan of this tournament for generations. That story was just one of the things that was passed on from generation to generation.”

  “THEN THERE HAS TO BE A RECORD OF THAT SOMEWHERE! LET’S GO DIG UP SOME OF OUR FILES OF WHAT OUR ‘ANCESTORS’ HAD DONE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!”

  *!!!!*

  “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

  “LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

  And then everyone worked together to look for any historical documents regarding this tournament in the past about this specific topic.