The Forsaken Heir's Ascension
Chapter 107: Rebel Arena: The Bloody Duel of Siblings and Shadows

Chapter 107: Rebel Arena: The Bloody Duel of Siblings and Shadows

Meika crouched low, eyes locked on his glowing violet ones.

Riven’s gaze swept her figure with a faint smirk.

"You’ve really gotten stronger," he continued. "But you’re still underestimating me."

Meika didn’t reply.

She lunged, twin daggers aimed with deadly precision—for his neck and groin.

But—

Blink.

Riven vanished, reappearing just out of reach.

Meika’s blades sliced air. She landed off-balance, caught herself, rolled.

Whoosh—CRACK!

A purple arc of energy tore through the spot she had just vacated, splitting the floor like a hot blade through ice.

Meika snapped:

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

Riven shrugged, still wearing that infuriating smile.

"Why would I?"

Meika’s eyes narrowed. Rage shimmered beneath her calm.

She rose again, daggers ready to attack.

She vanished into the darkness.

A breath later, she reappeared—right beside Riven, her presence erased like a phantom in the rain.

Slash!

Twin daggers screamed through the storm, aimed straight for his abdomen.

Riven’s eyes widened.

He hadn’t seen it coming.

The relaxed smirk vanished from his face. In a split second, a space shield shimmered into existence around him.

Crack!

Her daggers hit.

Veins of light fractured across the shield.

BOOM!

It shattered.

The blades surged forward again—

Riven barely managed to blink out of reach, reappearing yards away.

Meika stood tall, red-stained dagger gleaming under the rain.

She smiled.

Riven groaned, his voice twisted with anger.

"I was being nice. But you just had to push it, didn’t you? No more playing."

His eyes flared violet, and the air cracked as slash after slash ripped toward her—a rainstorm of spatial blades.

To the crowd, it looked like a master sparring with a child.

But inside the storm—

Meika was barely surviving.

She weaved and ducked with absolute focus, her heart pounding, every muscle straining to stay alive.

I just need one chance. One opening...

Then—Ethan entered the final column.

"Ethan!" she shouted over the storm.

"Help me distract him! I can cross and win this!"

Riven’s eyes flicked toward Ethan, glowing crazily.

But Ethan—

stepped back.

Arms crossed behind his back.

"Wait for the others," he said calmly. "We can’t beat him alone."

Meika stared at him, stunned.

"WHAT?!"

Her voice cracked in disbelief.

Ethan didn’t respond.

"You’re kidding... right?"

"No. I’m not."

The arena timer boomed:

"60 SECONDS REMAINING."

Meika’s heart dropped.

Then—she lunged.

No hesitation.

Slash!

A shallow wound ripped through her shoulder.

She grit her teeth. The dark armor flickered and faded.

She clutched her bleeding shoulder and ran again.

Slash!

A line opened on her leg.

She screamed—a raw, guttural cry that echoed through the rain-drenched stadium.

The crowd gasped.

She stood again. Bleeding.

Riven’s eyes narrowed, glowing brighter.

Slash.

She collapsed, clutching her stomach, blood spilling across the stone floor, turning the rain red.

Ethan didn’t even flinch.

A faint smile curled at the edge of his lips.

You should learn your place, dear sister. We still have three matches. One loss means nothing to me.

Meika rose....one last time.

Daggers loose in her grip.

Hair soaked and falling over her face.

Vision blurring—rain or blood, she couldn’t tell.

But only one thought echoed in her mind:

I won’t accept defeat. Not like this... I won’t...

"GAME OVER—WINNER: VEYLOR TEAM!"

Thump.

She collapsed.

Breath ragged. Vision dim.

The last thing she heard was Ethan’s voice whispering in her ear:

"You should always keep your head down... and do what I say."

Her heart sank.

Wasn’t I fighting for the team?

No.

I was never really part of this team.

The healers rushed in.

She closed her eyes, wishing she could forget his words, and the sting of a humiliating defeat.

Alex sat between two girls — quiet, withdrawn Rina on his left, and the sharp-eyed Selene on his right.

His frown deepened as he watched Meika get outplayed by Riven.

"He’s toying with her," he muttered, voice tight with irritation.

"Yes," Selene said, her tone sharp, nearly a growl. "And it looks like he’s enjoying every second of it."

Then Ethan entered the field.

Both Alex and Selene leaned forward slightly, hopeful... but their expressions quickly shifted to disbelief as Ethan stood still, arms crossed, doing nothing.

Selene suddenly stood up, rage brimming.

"How can a brother behave like this?!"

Alex’s eyes widened, caught off guard.

"Wait... brother?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. "You’re sure he’s Meika’s brother? It... it looks like he’s enjoying what’s happening."

Rina didn’t speak. Her clenched fist trembled in her lap, blood trickling from between her fingers, unnoticed by either of them.

Selene sat back down heavily, her voice cold with certainty.

"Yes. Ethan Noctshade. Her elder brother."

Alex scowled, his jaw clenched.

"Then he’s a disgrace to the name of a brother."

Selene nodded wordlessly.

After the match ended, Riven descended from the stage, a crooked smile on his lips.

From the stands, Lyra stormed toward him, her face marred with scowl.

She stopped a foot in front of him and snapped, "Why did you do that?"

Riven blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I’m talking about!" she barked.

For a moment, his cocky demeanour vanished. He scratched his head, searching for an answer, then something clicked.

"Ah! Right, right. We were... playing! Yeah, just playing. Hahaha..."

He gave a laugh so awkward it sounded painful.

Lyra’s eyes flared with fury. Without another word, she turned and stormed off.

Riven sighed as she vanished into the crowd.

"I just won the game... dammit" he muttered.

Then the arena whistle blew again, announcing the next match.

The Rebel Team entered the arena to a wave of murmurs and jeers.

As their boots hit the battle platform, a loud voice rang out over the crowd.

"Look! Look! The team of riff-raffs has arrived!" Kaelan Ignis sneered, arms crossed. His teammates chuckled, feeding off his scorn.

A few of the Rebel team members scowled.

But one stepped forward — the cheeky brat — crouching casually on the ground like he was at a picnic. He tilted his head, fixing Kaelan with a lazy, dead-eyed stare.

"Ahhh... the burnt boy," he said with mock sadness. "Why always so sour?"

Kaelan’s face twisted like he’d bitten into a raw lemon.

"You! You! You—"

The brat cut him off with a tired wave of his hand.

"My name isn’t You You You, you know?"

Laughter exploded from the Rebel Team.

The Fire Phoenix Club turned fire red.

On the sidelines, Alex leaned toward Darian, speaking under his breath.

"Please. Win the toss this time. Choose defense. Let them taste our wall."

Darian grinned and thumped his chest plate with a clang.

"Don’t worry! I will win this one for sure."

Alex sighed, his voice barely audible over the noise.

"We’re losing this toss too..."

A beat later—

Kaelan Ignis’s wild laughter echoed across the arena.

"We won the toss! We won the toss!" he howled like a madman.

Alex stood up slowly, muttering under his breath,

"I knew I shouldn’t have let that tiny ray of hope in. Should’ve stomped it to death."

The arena was electric. Waves of cheers surged from the stands, most of them painted in crimson and gold, waving flags for Fire Phoenix Club.

Still, other voices rose above the noise:

A pocket of fans roaring for the Lioness of Roarhart.

Some chanting for the grounded might of the Earth Dragon.

A few, loyal and fierce, waving banners for Tina Drakthorn.

But the loudest—after Fire Phoenix—was for her.

The Ice Phoenix Princess.

Her name echoed like a chant woven with awe and reverence.

Amidst the noise, Alex stepped into position, daggers in hand.

Across from him stood the defender of Fire Phoenix, their eyes locked in silent challenge.

Behind him, Selene and Rina crouched low, bodies tense, both ready to explode forward the moment the whistle blew.

A voice rang out from the last defender column, loud and possessive.

"Selene Frostreign! You’re mine—and you’ll always be mine! I’ll win this match, defeat you, and prove I’ve become stronger than you!"

Kaelan’s roar echoed across the arena.

And then—

Silence.

The thunderous crowd fell mute, as if the entire stadium had stopped breathing.

Selene’s fists clenched.

Her voice thundered in return, filled with fury and unshakable pride.

"I am no one’s property! No man can claim me!"

Alex stood nearby.

Something inside him twisted.

A pain—sharp and sudden.

A rage—cold, then blistering hot.

His grip tightened around the hilts of his daggers.

His feet pressed into the ground.

Black lightning surged around him.

The tension in the Battle Arena became unbearable.

The tension in the crowd—especially between Fire Phoenix and Ice Phoenix supporters—was explosive.

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