The Cheat Seed

"MARCUSSS!!"

The commentator bellowed through his microphone. 

Marcus nodded as soon as he heard his name echo throughout the huge arena. His steps were slow as he enjoyed the atmosphere with the crowd there to cheer. Cheer? Most of them were booing at him whereas some didn't even look at him. 

He was just 5 meters away when he saw Gabriel look at him sharply. He was examining Marcus.

He was still masked, so Gabriel hadn't yet seen his face. Marcus was also pretty sure that he was in his attire only one time in the school that day, UNMASKED.

But he was also pretty much confirmed that Gabriel hadn't yet recognized him. Even though the black sleeves didn't stand out that much, but it gave an entirely different look to his high ranking attire. 

Gabriel was anyways the type to ignore people he thinks is unworthy of his priceless attention and the people who gets his so called attention are mostly rich people who has a higher status than the others in the society. 

Marcus slowly took his time and stepped on the elevated ring. The Ring was huge and was almost the size of the arena. Of course there were boundary lines. 

The Floor was made of tough material that even a Monarch Seed would struggle to break through. That was two years ago!. Now the floor he stood on looked like it wouldn't even break from a Legendary Revoker's attack. 

But Of course, It was Nothing to him......

Marcus thought of remaining masked until it was the time to reveal himself. He thought about the comics he read and nodded as he remembered Main characters usually did that. 

Marcus took his place around the middle, ignoring his enemy and stood still, he waited for the referee's call. 

He could feel Gabriel eyeing at him from the other side. It felt a bit annoying to him. 

"STOP EYEING ME, PERVERT" 

Marcus shouted inside Gabriel's mind making him stumble back a bit. 

A small snicker left his mouth as Marcus tried to control the urge to laugh at the poor, frightened Gabriel. 

Slowly moving his head, Marcus looked at the Green haired King's son. He was glaring at him, as if he knew it was Marcus who shouted inside him. 

Gabriel might have straight on attacked Marcus if the Referee hadn't arrived on time. It was a Man on his late fifties, his hairline had almost receded back to the middle. His pale forehead gleamed when the evening sun hit and bounced off. The Referee had a whistle around his collars and he was spectacled. 

The Costume was a common referee attire with black and white striped T shirt and black pants. His shirt had a pocket which probably contained a wireless communication set which would help in emergency situations. 

Marcus nodded and smiled wide while he thought to himself. 

"You'll need that Wireless headset ref"

.........   

Referee first walked towards Gabriel and shook his hand. The Annoyed Gabriel shook the referee's hand halfheartedly and rubbed it on a handkerchief which

being the one to referee his match. The referee looked at him sympathetically as if he thought Marcus would get

you can't handle it, please surrender, your life

shoulders as Marcus

mask. His back straightened as he reached for the

inform the meds to

lot of sarcasm that even the

at him and walked exactly to the centre. He raised his hand and

"Are you ready?"

"Yea..Tch"

annoyed

referee turned towards the masked young

"Are you ready?"

"Yes sir!"

soon as he saw the referee

confirmed with the fighters and they look ready as they'll ever be. The

covered his mic and

and reminisced back to the time when he was one of them.

RULE, WHICH HAS BEEN PRACTICED FROM CENTURIES

MOMENT WHEN THE CROWD AND THE COMMENTATOR ALL GOES SILENT IS ONLY WHEN

his hand towards

"HAS BEGUN!!!!!"

Commentator screamed and the crowd's insane cheers boomed around the stadium

was enjoying the screams echoing

straight on his stomach. With a cough,

before laughing

surprised that you could survive that...Field dust!!...That was my weakest attack

and didn't move. Gabriel accelerated his legs, booming through the floor as

and Marcus's body thumped

his body directly opposite to how he stood. The tough

was pretty sure he had won. The referee ran towards a fallen Marcus and picked up his hand. It was the normal way

be raised just above the ground by the referee and then

referee does this three times and if the challenger doesn't keeps his hand in the air in those three turns, then the challenger will be be proclaimed to have

Marcus's hand dropped the second time as the referee picked it up again and held it in the air. If his hand fell down

the third time. The king

with me, now look at

at their Fallen brother, tears poured and leaked on their