Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Alex vs Orcas

The air in the stadium was electric, buzzing with anticipation as the announcer’s voice boomed through the arena.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” he roared into the mic, his voice dripping with excitement. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for is finally here! The finals are upon us! By the end of the next two matches, we will have our CHAMPION!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, their deafening roar vibrating through the very ground beneath us.

“But before we crown our victor,” the announcer continued, “we still have one last semi-final match to witness! On one side, we have ALEX! And on the other, the mighty ORCAS! The winner of this epic clash will face none other than Cutiepie in the grand finale!”

A ripple of excitement spread through the audience as my name echoed across the stadium. Almost immediately, a chant began, louder and more unified than I could’ve expected.

“CUTIE-PIE! CUTIE-PIE! CUTIE-PIE!”

The crowd’s enthusiasm wasn’t just little; it was overwhelming. My eyes scanned the stands, and everywhere I looked, people were shouting, waving banners, and even wearing ridiculous hats and shirts with my name plastered across them.

“And there you have it, folks,” the announcer said, laughing. “It seems Cutiepie has a huge fan base! Damn!”

I sighed, trying to ignore the attention as I adjusted my sword at my waist. My steps were casual, almost lazy, as I walked toward the stands. Seraphine, walking beside me, was practically bouncing with excitement. But I kept my usual composed demeanor.

“You’re so popular now,” she teased, flashing me a grin. “I bet you’re loving this.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I asked for it.”

She giggled, her energy almost childlike. “Well, enjoy it while it lasts. You’re practically a celebrity now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, letting her excitement wash over me without fully engaging. My eyes wandered across the stadium, taking in the crowd, the banners, and the Queen herself, who had just arrived.

She sat elegantly on her throne, her presence commanding attention. The crowd immediately shifted their focus to her, bowing and cheering as she waved regally.

But my attention wasn’t on the Queen for long. My gaze drifted to the far side of the stadium, where I spotted Darius. He was seated, his posture as composed as ever, but there was something about him that set my teeth on edge. His calmness wasn’t reassuring; it was unsettling. I stared at him, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I knew what he was, what he’d done, and yet here he sat, unbothered, as though the world owed him nothing but reverence.

“Cutiepie?” Seraphine’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “You okay?”

I didn’t answer her right away. My eyes lingered on Darius, who hadn’t even glanced in my direction. It was almost as if he was deliberately avoiding looking at me. I clenched my fists, but then something else caught my attention.

Among the crowd, scattered here and there, were unfamiliar faces—new faces. Hooded figures sat in various corners of the stands, their presence subtle but unmistakable. They weren’t cheering, weren’t engaging with the crowd at all. They were just… there. Watching. Observing.

“Why are they here?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing with possibilities.

“Why is who here?” Seraphine asked, looking at me curiously.

“Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. I didn’t want to alarm her—not yet. But something about those hooded figures felt off. My instincts were screaming at me that this wasn’t a coincidence.

“AND NOW,” the announcer’s voice boomed again, pulling me back to the present, “IT’S TIME FOR THE LAST SEMI-FINAL MATCH!”

The crowd roared again, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.

“ON ONE SIDE, WE HAVE ALEX, THE STRATEGIC SWORDSMAN WITH A KNACK FOR QUICK THINKING AND PRECISION!”

Alex walked onto the battlefield, his usual confident smile on his face. He raised his sword in acknowledgment of the crowd, his movements smooth and calculated.

“And on the other side,” the announcer continued, “we have ORCAS, THE BEHEMOTH WARRIOR WHO FIGHTS WITH CHAINS AND KNIVES! Known for his raw strength and unpredictable attacks, this man is a FORCE to be reckoned with!”

Orcas stepped into the arena, and the air seemed to grow heavier. His presence was intimidating—tall, muscular, with long, wild red hair that flowed down his back. The chains attached to his wrists clinked ominously as he walked, each side of metal gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes were hidden beneath thick bangs, adding an air of mystery to his already imposing figure.

“Damn, he’s huge,” Seraphine muttered, leaning forward in her seat.

“Yeah,” I said, my tone flat. “But size doesn’t always win fights.”

Orcas twirled his chains in a fluid motion, before holding it on his side. The knives attached to the ends glinting dangerously. The crowd cheered wildly, clearly impressed by his display of power. Alex, on the other hand, remained calm, his sword held at the ready as he analyzed his opponent.

“This should be interesting,” Seraphine said, her eyes glued to the battlefield.

I leaned back in my seat, feigning boredom. “Let’s hope it doesn’t drag on too long.”

The announcer raised his arm dramatically, his voice cutting through the crowd.

“FIGHTERS! TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!”

Alex and Orcas faced each other in confidence as if the arena’s tension doesn’t bothers them. The stadium fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.

“LET THE FIGHT BEGIN!” the announcer bellowed.

And so, the battle began.

“Here I come!!” The crowd roared as Alex raised his sword high, his golden aura flaring around him like a blazing inferno. The intensity of his energy drew gasps from the spectators, who leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the arena.

Alex took a deep breath, channeling all of his strength into his blade. His feet dug into the ground as he leaped forward, closing the gap between him and his towering opponent, Orcas, in a single bound. The sword gleamed with a deadly glow as it cut through the air, aimed straight for Orcas’s massive form.

*SWOOOOSHHHHH!!!*

Landing gracefully behind his opponent, Alex froze, his blade poised. The air seemed to hold its breath, the strike echoing faintly in the tense silence.

Orcas stood motionless, his enormous body like an unshakable mountain. Not a muscle twitched.

The crowd erupted into murmurs.

“What just happened?”

“Did Alex win?”

“It hit the Orcas right?”

“He didn’t even move from his place.”

Their whispers rippled through the arena, a wave of anticipation.

“Ohhh…” Queen expresses looking at the arena.

As the arena fell silent, I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on the moment. My heart sank as I realized the truth. “Nothing happened…” I muttered under my breath, watching the scene unfold.

Seraphine, seated beside me, leaned closer, her voice tinged with curiosity. “What happened? Is it over? Orcas died standing???!!”

I shook my head, still staring at the faint scratch on Orcas’s body. “No… it’s not over,” I replied, my voice low. “Alex’s strike barely left a mark.”

“What?? For real?” Her eyes widened in disbelief as she confirmed by closely observing what I had seen.

Alex turned slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Orcas. His eyes widened in disbelief. “No way…”

There it was—a tiny scratch on Orcas’s skin. Barely noticeable.

The announcer’s voice boomed, breaking the tension. “Incredible! All that aura, all that power… and Orcas’s body remains unscathed! What a monster of a man!”

Alex felt the sweat trickling down his brow, the weight of his failure pressing on him. He clenched his sword tighter, his knuckles white. His opponent wasn’t just strong—he was untouchable.

The crowd’s cheers rose to a deafening crescendo. Orcas turned around, his cold, piercing gaze locking onto Alex. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his confidence unshaken.

“The real fight starts now!!” Screams the announcer.

Alex gritted his teeth, his aura flickering around him as he steadied his stance. The battle was far from over. In fact, it had only just begun.

“Arghhhhh!!!!” Alex let out a primal scream, his voice echoing through the arena as he charged forward.

His sword, shimmering with gathered aura, aimed directly at Orcas’s face.

It was a strike meant to end everything-a desperate, full-force attack.

But before the blade could land, Orcas raised a hand and caught it effortlessly, his fingers gripping the blade as if it were a child’s toy.

Alex’s eyes went wide, his shock mirrored by the gasps of the crowd. The raw power behind his strike had been stopped cold.

With a growl, Orcas tightened his grip, the metal vibrating under the pressure. Then, with a swift motion, he flung Alex across the arena.

Alex’s body hit the ground hard, the impact reverberating through the stone floor.

Dust rose around him as the audience erupted into a mix of cheers and shocked cries.

“Unbelievable!” the announcer bellowed. “Orcas stops the strike with his bare hands and throws Alex like a ragdoll! But wait-look at this! Alex isn’t ready to give up so easily!”

Groaning in pain, Alex pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling but his resolve unbroken.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his grip on the sword tightening once again.

The fire in his eyes burned brighter, refusing to extinguish.