[Brother's Jealousy and Forced] How Hard It Is to Get Things Done

15 The First Script - Battle Fever

After winning the newcomer battle, Emily found his account in the arena flooded with rewards. The audience here was either wealthy or influential, and the rewards for a newcomer battle were enough to sustain a comfortable life in the outside world. It explained why so many willingly entered the arena.

Ranked in the mid-level of the intermediate arena, Emily knew that many who lost in the newcomer battle, struggling to compete with fierce beasts, found it challenging to return to the beginner's arena. Their ranks mostly hovered at the lower end.

In the intermediate arena, gladiator battles were less frequent, occurring only twice a day, with a selection of gladiators who hadn't fought recently. The advanced arena had even fewer participants, with only one match per week. The top gladiators, chosen by the arena's influential figures, fought according to their "masters'" wishes and might not appear for a year.

Normally, Emily could take an extended break after moving up to the intermediate arena. However, if he wanted to quickly climb the ranks, he could challenge gladiators with higher rankings.

Knowing he wouldn't stay long, Emily decided to make the most of his time.

In the first week of the intermediate arena, he challenged three times. Initially, he faced gladiators with similar rankings, whose strength and skills were not necessarily inferior to his but lacked the courage to face death. Emily was certain he wouldn't die before reaching the later parts of the storyline, so he fought without fearing pain. His opponents struggled to abandon the fear of life and death.

Emily's powerful fist struck his opponent's jaw, and the heavy iron knuckles knocked him unconscious. Today's opponent excelled in swordsmanship, but facing Emily's well-defended gauntlets, he couldn't penetrate the defense. After a few rounds of struggle, he dropped his sword and conceded victory when Emily closed the distance.

Bleeding from sword wounds, Emily tore off his damaged shirt, exposing a robust physique underneath. As he prepared to leave, the resting room's door abruptly closed, and a new announcement floated in mid-air:

"Miss Drelia has designated A027 to challenge 9673."

The audience erupted in commotion. While few had seen Drelia in person, her name was known to many. She was the owner of the island. Those chosen by her received a code and a name, serving and fighting for her.

Emily, being new, was unaware of these dynamics. All he knew was that he had to accept the challenge.

This suited him well. He was curious about the advanced arena and the gladiators with assigned names but didn't have the time to stay here for a normal promotion.

Unexpectedly, Miss Drelia had paved the way for him, perhaps moved by his enthusiasm in the arena.

In the arena, gladiators ranked higher couldn't challenge those ranked lower, and lower-ranked gladiators couldn't challenge too far above. The only exception was designated battles like this.

As the information about their duel was revealed, virtual spectators flooded the audience. Emily had never been the center of such attention.

This made him even more curious about A027—his strength and actions.

After Emily's unconscious opponent was taken away, the arena was cleaned by AI, and healing AI started treating his wounds. The preparation room on the opposite side opened, and the opponent for this round walked out slowly.

A027, wearing a black mask that covered half his face, a black shirt, and pants, displayed superior craftsmanship and material quality. Despite his fair skin, tall and slender figure, he didn't appear overly muscular. Emily had seen many gladiators built like mountains, and A027 clearly didn't fit that category. Although Emily couldn't see his face, his physique looked proportionate and elegant, like a young gentleman attending a masquerade. If other gladiators with masks seemed intimidating, he was mysterious and intriguing.

Unable to contain himself, Emily whistled, thinking, "If someone's going to catch Miss Drelia's eye, it has to be a decent pretty boy. I wonder about his actual strength."

His light-hearted whistle didn't sit well with others. To them, he seemed recklessly inviting trouble.

A027 stood in the center of the arena, patiently waiting for Emily to finish his recovery. Emily, feeling the excitement of the battle with a formidable opponent, interrupted the healing process. He observed A027, who stood with empty hands, no visible weapons. Emily also removed his gauntlets, letting them fall heavily to the ground, creating a cloud of dust.

"You should bring a weapon," A027 spoke. "This is a challenge across ranks."

"I'd prefer a fair fight," replied Emily. He flexed his wrists, and since A027 was a lightweight fighter, Emily doubted he'd be overpowered by his somewhat bulky gauntlets.

A027 didn't insist. He watched as Emily prepared, analyzing his robust physique and well-defined muscle lines. The slightly darker skin tone hinted at a vibrant, wild nature under the sunlight. While not as massive as heavyweight gladiators, Emily's agility was his advantage and disadvantage compared to them—more lightweight and nimble but lacking the power. If A027 possessed more strength, he might pose a real threat.

A027 carefully analyzed his opponent, and the physique somehow reminded him of a figure that had captivated him deeply in his memories...

A027 lowered his gaze. No, it couldn't be him here.

With the recovery complete, Emily returned to the arena, invigorated after the previous battle. A027, a tough character, refrained from unnecessary provocation or showboating. As soon as the referee announced the start, he leaned forward, launching a fierce assault.

**Chapter 15: Battle Fever (Continued)**

His fierce attacks contrasted sharply with his elegant appearance. In the moment of engagement, Emily immediately felt the disparity between himself and his opponent. Although his opponent seemed less robust, their strength surpassed his own, creating a comprehensive advantage. Consequently, their speed and explosive power were much stronger.

Based on Oscar Wilson's character parameters alone, Emily had no chance of competing. He could only continuously evade the attacks. He acknowledged his awkwardness but didn't realize that even surviving a move was already considered commendable given the significant difference in levels.

A027's long leg kicked Emily's head. Emily raised his arm to block, but the force exceeded his expectations, causing a dull pain. Had his arm broken? At that moment, he found himself already missing the gauntlets he had just taken off.

Retreating before A027, Emily felt an unusual sense of dissatisfaction. Although he could somewhat anticipate A027's techniques, the sheer power and speed rendered him defenseless. It felt as if A027 was destined to be stronger, leaving Emily with a lingering sense of discontent.

In a close-quarter battle, he attempted to grab A027's neck with five fingers. A027, with quick reflexes, sidestepped. Emily's gaze suddenly met the eyes hidden behind that mask, revealing a dazzling golden-brown color under the sunlight. It made Emily's pupils contract, and his heart skipped a beat.

No way...

He immediately accessed the system's storyline panel, checking Alex's current whereabouts. The answer was shocking—Arena!

Alex's parameters were undoubtedly superior to Oscar Wilson's. After all, Oscar Wilson was the target of the main character's revenge, and his character parameters couldn't surpass the adult Alex's. However, this didn't make sense! Alex should have arrived at the arena a year later, undergoing a painful transformation after brutal battles, rather than already serving the arena's master a year ago!

Why did everything happen ahead of schedule? Could the timeline of the plot be completely disrupted? Why such a deviation?

Already at a disadvantage and now distracted, he was swiftly overpowered. A027 didn't mind his opponent's lapse in focus; after all, the outcome was predetermined. He pressed down on the man's shoulder with one hand and twisted his wrist with the other, pinning him firmly to the ground.

A027's gaze fell on the hand he held. Had he just broken this man's arm with a kick? Quite resilient. Then, his eyes were drawn to a faint white scar in the palm of the man's hand. Turning it over, he found another similar scar on the back of the hand—a through-and-through injury.

His breathing quickened, and the hand pressing down on the man's shoulder began to warm up. He had always felt a sense of familiarity in 9673's figure and movements. Suppressing irrational thoughts in his mind, he had told himself not to indulge in emotions through an unknown illusion. However, with this "evidence" now before him, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic!

He had thought it was just a normal takedown, but when other messy thoughts grew in his mind, he realised how ...... much they were in the position they were in now.

The man was on his knees, his bare back pressed against the ground, and his own crotch was resting against his naturally arched buttocks.

Why? Why was he even here?

More than four years have not seen, he is stronger than then, but the size is not as good as his own, his hands are even more inferior, only to be pressed on the ground by his own share. Once this person in his mind is how tall and powerful, and now, he is like a desperate beast, was firmly imprisoned under his own body ......

No, I should say that it was himself who had finally become strong. Strong enough to stand on the same arena stage with him, take all of his moves, press him under his body, and even do whatever he wants to ...... get him!

Strong thoughts and long-pressed feelings of longing violently tore at his sanity, making him barely able to control his impatience!

He wanted to peel off his trousers right here and violate him so hard that he would recall himself and have to tame himself. To revel in his booty amidst the frantic goading and shouting around him, to own him completely and utterly!

He would have refused and reprimanded himself furiously, but in the face of absolute power and domination, he would have had to humiliate himself by opening his strong body to himself, spreading his legs to reveal his delicate female flower, spreading his arms round himself and pressing himself against him, helpless and embarrassed to accept his aggression. The little cunt was so nappy and lewd that all she could do was nibble on his ear and whimper and plead not to let those spectators see.

He reacted almost instantly to the obscene fantasies that fuelled him! His s*x was so engorged and hard that it pressed against the man's buttocks through his trousers, and he felt the man beneath him stiffen incredulously and deliberately stiffen his crotch even more freely, deliberately half-embedding himself even more excessively between the other man's legs, as if he could vaguely touch the soft p***y lips between those long legs.

He had been holding back and pining for too long, and now that he had it at his fingertips, he was almost about to lose his mind and follow his primal urge to possess him immediately!

"Get off!" Emily, on the other hand, had his scalp tingling and just felt like the hairs on his body were about to explode!

How could he not expect Alex to be hard even in this condition? And why was that thing against him there? Was he out of his mind!

Or was he now nineteen after all, and at the peak of his rut as a studly male lead, rubbing off on any random guy???!

It couldn't go on like this! If Alex was here, then he needed to get out as soon as possible, Oscar Wilson shouldn't be here to meet Alex or there was really no telling what kind of chaos would follow!

"I concede!" Emily shouted, almost out of breath.

The referee quickly announced the result, to no one's surprise, while A027 seemed to be in love with the fight, pausing for a moment before reluctantly letting go of his opponent, and Emily, who had been released by him, immediately rolled over and rolled to the side, looking at him warily.

The hem of A027's coat covered his trousers, he no longer had the carelessness he had before the start of the battle, obviously facing a defeated opponent, but as if he had locked up his opponent, staring at the other side.

Those golden-brown eyes were obscure and unknown, licking over Emily's whole body inch by inch, especially the naked and robust upper body, not willing to move away from Emily at all.

Emily was creeped out by his look and cursed him in her mind: bastard! If you're not hurt, get lost!