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Chapter 181 - 11th Final of the Warstar RPG Champions League; Phoenix Rising vs Scarlet Rose [1]

Chapter 181: 11th Final of the Warstar RPG Champions League; Phoenix Rising vs Scarlet Rose [1]

[Warstar RPG Champions League:]

[Scarlet Rose: 10 points]

[Imperium Tyrannus: 1 point]

That night, Old Trafford in Manchester turned into a cauldron of noise.

There were tens of thousands of Scarlet Rose fans present in the stadium, cheering on their team. Despite the decisive advantage that their team established after the 3 vs 3 battle rush, they didn’t rest on their laurels till the last moment.

Afterall, despite the 5-point advantage that their team had after the 3 vs 3 battle rush and the individual battle, without winning the team battle, they would have still lost.

In the end, they didn’t have a reason to be so apprehensive as Jonathan didn’t just beat his opponents on the semifinal, he broke their spirit.

And once they lost the mental battle, it was only a matter of time before they lost the physical one.

And just like that, Scarlet Rose shot themselves to the final of the Warstar RPG Champions League again for the first time in 4 seasons.

That night, a fanbase celebrated all night.

And finally, the fixture for the final of the 11th Warstar RPG Champions League was decided.

[Playoff Round:]

[Semifinal One: Phoenix Rising vs Nightfall]

[Winner: Phoenix Rising]

...

[Semifinal Two: Scarlet Rose vs Imperium Tyrannus]

[Winner: Scarlet Rose]

...

[Final: Phoenix Rising vs Scarlet Rose]

...

2 weeks later after the playoff round started, the final game beckoned.

It was to be played on a Sunday.

For the next few days after the 2nd semifinal battle was concluded, Phoenix Rising and Scarlet Rose fans came to loggerheads on social media.

It was never going to be a peaceful final, the fans won’t let it.

To the fans, peaceful was boring, and so they spread violence online through aggressive banter and trolling on social media platforms.

The media also didn’t help matters. With their aggressive publicity and their subtle propaganda, they turned the final of the Warstar RPG Champions League from a clash between Phoenix Rising and Scarlet Rose to a clash between Dain Ironvalor and Crimson Saint, the 2 best Paladins in the English Pro Alliance.

The comparisons on social media were crazy.

Besides, it was not just that, there was more at stake in this final.

Afterall, before making the final, both clubs were the top 2 ranked clubs in the English Pro Alliance table.

Not just ranked top 1 and 2, but they finished the season with the same points, meaning that a league champion was yet to be crowned.

On Sunday, it was not just the Warstar RPG Champions League final, it was also the final to determine the league champion.

Winning on Sunday would secure not 1, but 2 trophies.

Considering what was at stake, even the players did not exclude themselves from the banter. Before Scarlet Rose played their semifinal game against Imperium Tyrannus, Gabriel already started the psychological warfare with his comments before the media.

After the semifinal, the psychological warfare intensified as both captains came to loggerheads, making misleading comments before the media.

Shots were repeatedly fired at each other.

The psychological battle was ammunition-filled and heavily loaded. And of course when it came to being shameless, Jonathan was far more proficient than his counterpart, Gabriel.

Before the media, Jonathan was unhinged and completely unbridled, making Chris blush in shame anytime that he accompanied his captain.

And yet, all of this was the spice adding more fire to the final.

And then, in the blink of an eye, D-day was here.

...

England, London...

Wembley Stadium.

The 11th Final of the Warstar RPG Champions League.

The night sky above London shimmered with a million lights, some from the stars above, but most from the roaring behemoth that was Wembley Stadium.

Tonight, Wembley Stadium was a coliseum reborn, wrapped in digital banners and hovering projections that painted the skyline with shifting sigils, spell circles, and guild emblems.

90,000 seats. Not one empty.

Every chant, every scream, every heartbeat echoed with one truth. This was more than just a game; it was a war of legacies.

A war to create more history in the long history of the English Pro Alliance.

When the team buses for both teams arrived, they received a boisterous welcome from their fans who were already in London. Phoenix Rising in particular enjoyed an advantage. Afterall, London was their home.

That night, it was a conflagration of red and yellow, red for Scarlet Rose and yellow for Phoenix Rising.

When the players stood up, walking to the playing booth, they were drowned in a cacophony of noise by tens of thousands of excited fans.

The two clubs were on opposite sides of the massive stadium, proudly donning the colors of their club as their form of support tonight.

On one side, Phoenix Rising, the burning dynasty, famed for their relentless tempo and rebirth strategies.

And on the other side, Scarlet Rose, cold, elegant, and methodical, a team known for crushing opponents under the weight of immaculate execution.

Tension bled into the air like static before a thunderstorm.

With the players already inside the playing booth, the 3-way holographic projection flared to life as the players loaded into the game.

[LOADING...]

Inside, the Warstar Arena had morphed the pitch into a battlefield of elemental zones and shifting terrain; volcanic crags on one flank, a frozen wasteland on the other, and floating platforms in the center.

Magical floodlights pulsed with the rhythm of the crowd, synching to the ambient war drums pounding through the stadium’s speakers.

The atmosphere at Wembley Stadium was electric.

And then, from the commentary booth suspended mid-air above the arena, the legendary voice of the sport, Morgan Vale, spoke in a hushed tone, every syllable trembling with reverence.

"Ladies and gentlemen...,"

"Eleven years".

"Eleven seasons of blood, ambition, and miracles".

"And tonight, in the heart of Wembley, we witness a tale older than time itself... the final of the Warstar RPG Champions League".

"Tonight, 2 trophies are on the line".

"Tonight, it’s a clash of Valor".

"Tonight, it’s a clash of Titans".

"The fire that refuses to die... versus the thorn that never wilts".

"Phoenix Rising. Scarlet Rose".

"One match. One crown. One legend".

The crowd roared as the final countdown echoed.

The screen flashed.

[FIRST ROUND: INDIVIDUAL BATTLE]

[CHOOSE YOUR CHAMPIONS!]

For the first individual battle of the game, neither of the 2 captains shirked the responsibility. Gabriel and Jonathan decisively stepped out with their legendary Avatars, Dain Ironvalor and Crimson Saint.

The final of the Warstar RPG Champions League already started.

And with the realization, the stadium exploded into a frenzy; fireworks lit the night, fans cried out in dozens of languages, flags were waved, and thundersticks slammed like war drums.

The pitch transformed in real time, magma geysers erupting near the center, lightning splitting the sky, and a haunting, orchestral chorus thundering through the speakers as the battle began.

"And so it begins...," Morgan’s voice was almost drowned out by the storm of noise. "The final verse of this epic season. Etched not in ink... but in battle".

War had begun in Wembley. And all of Warstar watched.

On one side, Crimson Saint, the OG God level Paladin Avatar in the English Pro Alliance before the rise of Dain Ironvalor.

On the other side, Dain Ironvalor, the London Avatar who’s taken the position of King in the Pro Alliance from Stinger of War, the Battle God Avatar.

3..., 2..., 1!

FIGHT!

As soon as the countdown hit zero, the ground beneath Dain Ironvalor exploded as the mighty Paladin charged after his opponent.

In response, Crimson Saint stood his ground, tightening his grip around his long sword even as he subtly raised his shield, and then...

BOOM!

Sword clashed against shield, and then all hell broke loose.

Gabriel and Jonathan had 2 distinct styles that they were renowned for; Gabriel’s was aggressive and relentless, while Jonathan’s playstyle was more grounded, patient, and solid.

It was not every day that fans get to watch the 2 best Paladin Avatars in the Pro Alliance and their controllers clash in an all-out battle.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Sparks filled the arena, consequence of the titanic battle.

Gabriel kept on pressing his advantage with heavy, swinging blows, while Jonathan kept on defending, and yet it didn’t look like he was losing.

Both players were simply channeling their specialty, attack vs defense.

Aesthetically, the Crimson Saint looked miserly though as he kept on being pushed back by the barrage of attacks.

The clash was so intense that fans lost track of time, until...

DING!

The game was force-stopped!

"...!"

The fans were so shocked that some protested the decision, until they looked up and realized what the time was saying.

It was already 10 minutes!

The clash was so intense that they lost track of time as Gabriel kept on pursuing, while Jonathan kept on defending.

Neither Paladin could kill the other fast enough, and so the time died first.

Knowing what this meant, all the fans instinctively looked at the HP of both Avatars at the same time. And then, Wembley Stadium suddenly became as silent as a church, out of shock.

[Dain Ironvalor – 42% HP]

[Crimson Saint – 43% HP]

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