Quincy headed to the arena.
He looked around, now finding himself in a long line of people paying to get in and find a seat. They shoved, pushed, and did whatever to station themselves where they needed to be. Quincy couldn't blame them; tonight was a special night.
'The Steel Demon Fist and Beast Claw Tiger are fighting tonight, some of the most exciting cultivation fighters in years, who would want to miss this?' Quincy thought to himself with a smirk.
As the line moved, he grew impatient at the speed at which it dwindled. His foot tapped the floor, his Creds in hand as he inches closer person by person. Getting tired of waiting, Quincy pulled out his phone, doing some scrolling as he waited for the line to progress. Quincy saw that out of the corner of his eye, the person before him's feet moved, so he moved up, only to stumble back from colliding with the guy in front of him.
Quincy picked up his phone and Creds, looking back up to the glaring young man. He had dark Burgundy hair and sharp, lion-like eyes.
"The hell is your problem!?"
On his cardigan, a golden sigil rested, an imprinted gold fang symbol there. Quincy didn't recognize where it was from, but he for sure knew this guy was from a rich family, one that was clearly interested in martial arts and cultivation.
"Ah.. I'm sorry, man, I thought-"
A slap stung his cheek instantly. Quincy was baffled. He knew this was some rich young man he was being assaulted by, but he wasn't just going be tossed around by wealthy sacks of trash. Quincy reeled his head back, clenching his own fist, striking the young man now.
The sharp-eyed young man fell back, clutching his jaw and glaring with poison in his eyes.
"You will regret this, you useless trash!" He said, running off now.
Quincy sighed, touching his reddened cheek. He patted down his clothes and moved up in line. He ignored the whispers and stares from all around him and remained stoic in the face, trying not to show that the scene really bothered him. He'd be lying if he said that the young man coming back didn't create an anxious feeling in his gut.
Quincy pushed away these thoughts, just wanting to enjoy his night out and watch a blood-pumping brawl between some of his idol cultivators. Quincy moved up in line, now reaching the woman at the ticket booth.
"250 Creds, sir." She said, not bothering to look up at him, instead busying herself typing up something on her floating, semi-transparent monitor.
"250 Creds?! Holy crap..."
Quincy checked his banking app on his phone and went to his balance.
[Balance: ₡1,450]
Quincy let out a big sigh. He really wanted to see this fight, but it was expensive. Was it truly worth that much? He then looked forward with optimism and false hope.
'Maybe... I can learn something from this fight. I have to see it!' He thought to himself.
The woman finally looked at him, "Sir, are you going to pay or not? You're holding up the line."
Snapping himself out of his thinking trance, he looked at the woman now.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry, was just... thinking things over." He let out a nervous chuckle.
He put his phone up to the receiver, and his balance shifted in an instant.
[You have spent ₡250 at the Tiger Arena]
[Balance: ₡1,200]
Quincy grabbed his tickets and went to the arena. His ticket had his seat number. He got some snacks and found his seat quickly, waiting for the fight to start. The main fight would be later; for now, it was just some rookie fights for the night.
Some Pulse Condensation guys went on and had a pretty close brawl; one of them used a small dagger, and the other used his fist. It was a nice appetizer before the main course. About 25 minutes later, the lights dimmed, and the music started.
"Finally, here they come!"
Walking out from their respective tunnels were two mid-rank Qi Formation body cultivators, the Steel Demon Fist and Beast Claw Tiger. The Steel Demon's fist sported dirty blonde hair and a long face scar from lip to eyebrow, not to mention those bandages around his scarred and tan body told you everything you needed to know about his fighting prowess. The Beast Claw tiger sported black, sharp make-shift claws on gloves; he wore spiked black hair and gazed with crimson eyes. Their energy alone caused the entire Arena, including Quincy, to jump up in a roar of hype!
The two of them now circle each other in the Cage. The Arena walls were infused with Qi of multiple cultivators, making a small, yet invisible, dome-like energy around the cage that kept the crowd safe from stray Qi blasts or sword energy strikes.
The announcer went into the cage, holding a microphone.
"Before we begin this legendary battle. Our two fighters here both teamed up to pick 3 lucky winners of a random seat in the crowd, a front row seat to witness this lovely fight! I will be going to this ball roller now with seat numbers on it. If you get picked, stand up so we can identify you, please!"
The announcer spun the ball machine, now sticking his hand in it to grab one ball.
"Row C, seat 35!"
A random young man jumped up, screaming it was him. He hurled himself over others as he made his way down with an electric happiness swelling in him. He now took and sat down on one of the vacant front row seats.
The announcer smiled, spinning the ball machine again. Quincy's heart pumped, his stomach swirling with butterflies of possibility!
"Row A, seat 7!"
A woman in her 30's stood up, waving her arms frantically, "Here! Over here! Right here!"
She quickly moved, taking a seat in the front row with a grin just as wide as the first man's.
The announcer looked to the crowd, a smirk on his face as he began to spin the ball machine again, "Just one more!" he said in a giddy, talk-host cadence.
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