In front of the gazes of several men, Reginald Seraph walked towards the two. Calm and firm, with no weapon or armour.

Only with that same composed authority that stopped the two fighters at the party. His crimson black coat shifted lightly behind him as he reached the centre of the fighting area.

The crowd roared at his appearance, Reginald ignored them, he was there to act as referee.

Only someone above a three-lined blessed could control the two monsters who were about to kill each other.

His eyes moved to Vidu first. Others were afraid of Vidu but Reginald was not, he was someone who had witnessed too much power to be impressed by someone like him.

Then his eyes wheeled towards Hawk, Reginald’s eyes had subtle fervency.

Far above, in the VVIP chamber, sat a group of masked men, Thane and the rest were there as well.

The group of unknown men watched the arena below like gods awaiting catastrophe, because catastrophe was exactly what this fight promised.

Reginald slowly raised his hands, his figure stood between the two.

The arena barriers flared brighter instantly, layers upon layers of see-through shields surrounded the arena. Separating the fighting area from the spectators.

The arena seemed to tremble as the protection was activated, wind exploded outward across the arena.

Then a terrible silence befell, the only people who talked in that pin-drop silence were those in the VVIP room.

Reginald’s voice cut through the silence like a hot knife cuts butter. "Are you guys ready?"

"Yes." Both men replied simultaneously.

"Is there a chance that either of you might want to change the conditions of the fight, I don’t want any of you dead." Reginald said with pity.

The masses quietly waited for the answer, most wanted to hear a "No". And their wish seemed to come true as none of the fighters said anything.

Reginald lowered his gaze and said after a short pause. "Try not to destroy my arena."

For the first time since Hawk came inside, he smirked.

Vidu Morris simply lowered his stance.

A bell rang accompanied by the voice of Reginald Seraph. "Fight."

Vidu Morris darted towards Hawk like a trained hound unleashed to catch the hare.

The wild eyes gleamed in uncontrollable bloodlust, locked on Hawk. Unlike Vidu, Hawk stood still, he gritted his teeth beneath the mask.

And in the next moment a leg swung, fast and precise, making its way towards the incoming Vidu. The latter attempted to stop, but the law of inertia didn’t.

His waggled stance made his face the victim of the blow.

’KAAA’

Vidu was in the sky, the kick carried power. A power far beyond what others had seen, a sky loud sound of impact resounded as if two carriages collided at their best speed.

Indeed, three-lined blessings are no joke. The blow created a gust of wind, waving Reginald’s coat like a flag of liberation.

Another punch was already sent to hit the guardless man, Vidu was punched right into the guts, the fist dug in like a drill and propelled him into the air.

Vidu fell on the ground and bounced, the punch threw him like a pebble. But who was Vidu, someone even Hawk once looked up to.

At last, his feet touched the ground. He stood up and stretched his arms as if nothing happened.

"You have gotten strong, very good. Father didn’t choose you for nothing," said Vidu with an expressionless face.

"You are no match for me in martial arts, you know that absolutely well," Hawk replied.

"Haha, I always loved your arrogance, it made you special. Who knew it would piss me off one day."

"I am not arrogant, it’s confidence," Hawk retorted as his feet moved. He dashed this time, and the distance closed in no time.

Vidu growled, his nails poked out like razors of a beast.

Both collided, a claw swung towards Hawk. He read the pattern of attack, he was familiar with it.

He grabbed the arm, used the momentum and threw him. Vidu was slammed onto the ground.

However, in that attempt, his claws dug into Hawk’s chest. He jerked his hand and tore Hawk’s skin.

It was not enough, he wanted to cut his guts out. He shoved his hand forward but before it could reach, Hawk stomped his head into the ground.

A dent was created, the floor was not made of mediocre materials, it was solely created to withstand the might of blessed fighters, yet it caved in.

The jolt made him dizzy, what made it worse was the head kick he received right after. Vidu’s body rolled and bounced a few meters away.

Blood dripped, crimson dark, from four nasty tears on Hawk’s chest.

Vidu stood up, smiling. His nose bled as well, dust and blood merged on his lips.

Hawk touched his chest, the blood painted his fingers. Anger boiled in his body.

He sprinted and so did Vidu.

The duo reached each other and a showdown of clashes was showcased, Vidu was hit by an oblique kick, he felt a pinching pain in his knee.

Be that as it may, he couldn’t be stopped by this. Hawk followed with a middle kick, Vidu raised his guard.

Vidu threw another sharp claw, Hawk countered it with a punch. He moved in and shot a short hook to his liver.

Back during his days as a simpleton, he was known for his crunch punch and that trait still remained.

Vidu grunted, his eyes moved down. Hawk was too close, an uppercut was thrown at Vidu, then a right hook and a left hook and a kick to the groin. All hit where they were marked.

There were no rules this time, it was a match to the death, a very rare thing.

Vidu was now taking a beating, every attack of his was either parried or countered. Hawk was an excellent fighter, far beyond what he was given credit for.

The spectators had mixed feelings, mostly confusion. The hype about Vidu was off the charts, experts predicted him to win 6 times out of 10.

But Reginald insisted on keeping it 50/50. He didn’t want Ildiem to become a penniless man burdened by debts.

However, the same Vidu Morris was now getting one-sidedly beaten, perhaps the same thing may repeat, the tale of a fight that happened a day before.

At the very top, in the VVIP room.

"Ildiem, I am about to get bored," said a man who wore a silver mask.

"You took the words out of my mouth," one in a black mask spoke.

Before Ildiem could answer, the person in the golden mask spoke. "Patience, I have seen them both, they will entertain us very well."

That man seemed to carry an aura, his words stopped everything, including time. Or that’s how it felt to Thane and the rest.

His voice was akin to a thunderclap, deep and heavy enough to make everyone lower their gaze.

His commanding voice demanded silence after he spoke, as if even the air feared interrupting him.

As everyone silenced themselves, Ildiem spoke as he looked at the other guests. "Do you prestigious guests know that after adopting Hawk, Morris became fond of his name.

Hawk, as his name implied, was precise with his hits. Fast, calculating with eagle eyes. So, he named his other two with similar animalistic names.

The second son, Teo, was given the name Shark. That lad was fond of torture, a cruel rapscallion who enjoyed slow fights. Such as sharks.

And Vidu, he was called..." He paused, half of the guests looked at his face. But before he could continue, the man in the golden mask uttered. "The Fiend."

As those thunderous words were spat, a loud explosion was heard.