Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

The cards flew everywhere. They were like falcons manifested out of pure wind elemental energy as they slashed the opponent from all directions.

A bracelet on the opponent's hands started glowing and a barrier enveloped her.

The cards hit the barrier and were destroyed on the spot. When the dust settled, Watt took out another pack of cards and got ready to make his move again. But the referee raised his hand and declared him as the winner.

He was a bit surprised as the opponent is still standing, but the referee didn't even bother explaining before declaring his win once again and signaling him to leave the arena.

Watt looked at the opponent one last time and the woman also looked at him coldly. But along with that hostility, there is a sense of fear, which she couldn't hide.

Watt shrugged this off and went away.

"It seems like we are already noticed by the upper echelons here. Some special opponents are coming."

"What's so special about her? You defeated her pretty smoothly. I would say she is average at best."

"The only reason I beat her smoothly is because of our fighting style. We won't let the opponent have the freedom to make their own moves. That is the only reason we always win.

This is one is cocky and arrogant. Add some ignorance to the mix and this is the perfect product of it. She just let her guard down completely.

But anyway, you be careful. If my guess is right, you will also meet some difficult opponents."

"Well, even if you can handle it, I am sure I won't have any problem. I won't even break a sweat."

Philip said as he walked into the arena.

"This asshole. I hope he gets his ass kicked."

Watt said grudgingly.

Jack and Sam chuckled at his words. There is no way that Watt ever means those words. But they are still amused by how he would feel if Philip really gets his ass kicked.

The reaction would be amazing and they are already sure what would happen when Philip wins. He is going to rub this on Watt's face.

This is like an everyday thing to them at this point, but they still can't help but feel amused by it.

Philip's opponent is another guy with a metal element.

He is wearing the same attire. Black robes with a purple hue.

He looked at Philip and said.

"I have seen your previous matches. I really admire the way you control your metal elemental energy. It is very precise, clean, and elegant."

"Thank you."

"I hope to see what else you can do though. Because if you have already shown all you can do, then there is no way, you would be able to beat me."

As he spoke, his two fists turned into metal and some small but sharp spikes appeared on them.

He looked at Philip with a smile before he made a move.

Philip took a step to the side and turned on his feelings as he blocked the first punch and countered the second.

The metal fist hit the opponent squarely in the face.

*BANG*

The metal clashing sound came as the opponent's face turned metal as well. He looked so unbothered about the punch to his face as he tried to step back and take on Philip once again.

The battle went on swiftly and it soon turned into a boxing match.

Of course, it is not exactly a proper boxing match. They exchanged fists but sometimes the fists turned into large spikes all of a sudden and some other times, they turned into large hammerheads that were about to hit the opponent in the head.

Another time they turned into sharp ax heads that almost slashed the slices off of the opponent's flesh.

They just turned into different forms upon the whims and wishes of the wielders.

The battle started gaining more and more cheers from the audience.

Soon both of them couldn't keep on dodging the attacks and had to resort to blocking mostly. Both of them started to defend themselves. The body parts are changed to metal elements occasionally as they blocked the opponent's attacks.

The battle was pretty neck to neck and went on for fifteen minutes. Everyone thought that it would end up a draw, but after another five minutes, things became a bit unbalanced.

The battle slowly started moving in Philip's favor.

They noticed that Philip's opponent albeit being as strong as Philip doesn't have the same endurance.

The opponent is really not used to manipulating energy into that many different forms and shapes all the while trying to make sure they are not killed by an accidental hit. This is complicated and difficult to do. Particularly, maintaining a certain level of energy while doing this continuously is not really something easy to pull off.

While for Philip, this is second nature. He is a dual elemental user. In fact, not just metal, he can even add the fire elemental energy into the attacking patterns and finish this off even faster. It is that easy for him.

But he just wanted to play along with his opponent. Giving them hope that they are equals and cutting them down while making them realize that this hope is nothing but a false one.

He wanted to hammer it down with this match.

While the opponent is getting tired by every passing second, Sam is completely unfazed and unwavering. He maintained his strength and usage of energy constant as the battle slowly progressed further.

Within the next ten minutes, the opponent took five clean hits without being unable to dodge, and another five minutes after that, the opponent took six more hits and that led to a chain reaction in the next two minutes in which they took every single hit that Philip has thrown.

The battle became singlehanded. Philip won the battle and he is barely panting.

"You made me work more than I thought I would need to. Good job. I hope we can fight again."

Philip said as he landed his final blow on the chin of the opponent making him faint before he left the arena.

"Lame."

Watt said as soon as Philip stepped inside the room.

"I won't care for your stupid opinion."

Philip retorted.

"But you did take longer than expected and you did break more than just some sweat. You are literally panting and half of your energy was emptied out. This is definitely not one of your best battles.

At least not according to your standards." Jack said calmly as if he is just saying something normal.

But in fact, he is trying to fuel the flames. It worked wonders as Watt grinned as he held on to that line.

"Did you hear that, you asshole? You are pathetic. You can't even meet your own standards, much less meet mine. Loser."

"What the fuck did you just say? Do you want to go right now? I will kick your ass to desolate."

"Yeah, yeah. I believe you. With your tank half empty, I dare you to even try."

As the bickering started Jack chuckled silently. He looked at Sam who is smiling helplessly.

He just shrugged as if he couldn't help himself and left the room to go to the arena.

There another person in the same black and purple uniform stood with a sword.

Jack walked with a serious expression.

He could sense the sharp sword intent from his opponent.

As he stood there with his hand on the hilt of black meteorite sand, Jack waited for his opponent to make the first move.

"Your sword. I like it."

The opponent spoke calmly.

"I like yours as well. It was well made."

"Thank you. Let's have a good fight. It has been a while since I met a pure swordsman."

"Alright."

Jack drew his sword and the opponent did the same as well.

His opponent uses a rapier that Jack rarely saw in the past few days. But he was really excited as he felt his opponent's sword energy.

They clashed.

The battle is a battle of pure swordsmen. They forgot about the crowd, showboating, competition, and the arena.

All they had in mind at that moment is to show that their swordsmanship is better than the other party. They wanted to come out as the better swordsman out of the two and they are ready to give it they're all.

The crowd that was expecting a normal exciting battle first went cold. Their initial moves are too bland. They just did some fencing as they tried to reach each other. This is not what the crowd wanted. They wanted a fierce battle that risked the lives of the participants in a very high-profile way.

The problem is, even though the two swordsmen are battling in such a circumstance, they are not flashy and the crowd is not smart enough to distinguish that. Except for a select few.

But this situation only lasted for a few seconds as the balance broke.