“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another fight in the 200 class!” the cute, sassy moderator announces, her voice brimming with excitement. “This one is special, for sure! One of our fighters, Bahawin, has a stellar record of 7-1! He lost his debut fight in the 200 class, but after that, he won 7 times… You may be wondering why you’ve probably never heard of him or even seen him fight. Well, none of his 7 opponents actually showed up, so he won every single match by default!


    “I can’t tell you much about this man, aside from his creepy robe and his unsettling, unpleasant appearance. But you can see that for yourselves, can’t you? Look at him walking into the ring… This guy gives me the chills,” she says, her voice dropping slightly in discomfort.


    “Now! Opposite him, we have Alex Kerber, currently boasting an insane record of 9-0! It seems like he’s been targeting a group of so-called ‘rookie hunters’—fighters notorious for luring newcomers into scheduling fights with them. Alex has won 3 of his matches through convincing victories, while the remaining 6 wins were earned thanks to his fearsome reputation, which scared the rest into forfeiting!


    “If Alex wins today, he’ll earn the right to challenge a Floor Master! Look at him walking into the ring now—confident as ever. But don’t be deceived. This fighter may look normal and unassuming, but he is a vicious competitor capable of taking down almost anyone.”


    Alex listens to the moderator’s words while sizing up his opponent. he thinks.


    Alex focuses as he steps into the ring.


    “Now, you both know the rules!” the referee announces, stepping into the center of the ring. “I want to see a clean fight. Are you ready?”


    Alex nods silently, turning to walk toward his corner of the ring. But before he can take more than a few steps, his opponent speaks up.


    “I am forced to explain my ability before I can use it,” Bahawin declares, his voice slow and deliberate.


    The robe drops from Bahawin’s shoulders, revealing a horrifying sight. On the right side of his chest, where one of his lungs should be, there’s a massive, gaping hole. Inside the hollow cavity sits a large, empty orb, glinting faintly in the arena’s lights.


    Alex’s eyes narrow, his thoughts racing.


    He shouts at the referee, his frustration boiling over. “START THE FIGHT NOW! HE’S ACTIVATING HIS ABILITY ALREADY!”


    “For every breath you take, in comparison to me, a number will appear above your head. Once the number…” Bahawin continues speaking calmly, completely ignoring Alex’s outburst.


    The referee, still standing in the center, turns back to Bahawin. “Are you ready, Bahawin? I need your answer now.”


    “...Once the number hits 100, my ability—”


    “FUCK THIS!” Alex roars, unable to hold himself back any longer. He draws his sword and charges at Bahawin, determined to stop him before the ability takes effect.


    But just as Alex closes the distance, the referee steps into his path, revealing a slight smirk as he blocks Alex’s advance.


    “I haven’t started the match yet! STOP!” the referee warns, his voice firm. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    “... will activate it’s effect. My ability is called Stolen Breath” Bahawin finally finishes his explanation.


    Suddenly, a glowing number “0” appears above Alex’s head. When he takes his next breath, the number immediately changes to “1.”


    Alex curses inwardly, his frustration and fury boiling over as he instinctively holds his breath.


    Despite Alex’s earlier demand and charge, the referee calmly turns back to Bahawin, completely ignoring Alex’s outrage. “Bahawin… are you ready now? I still need your answer! Please respond within one minute, or I’ll be forced to penalize you.”


    Alex can’t believe what he’s hearing.


    Alex’s rage reaches its peak, and without meaning to, he activates Mustrano’s Malice Mauler lvl 3, unleashing a terrifying surge of Aura. The sinister energy radiates outward, its dark hue enhanced by Mustrano, who shares Alex’s raw emotion of pure, unfiltered rage.


    The referee visibly falters under the oppressive weight of Alex’s aura, his confidence shaken. Despite this, he begins to count down the time, trying to maintain composure.


    Meanwhile, Alex struggles to calm himself, but his anger gets the better of him. He’s breathing too fast, and the number above his head quickly climbs to “11.”


    Alex decides grimly, his mind racing for a solution.


    Finally, as the referee approaches the 60-second mark, Bahawin speaks again: “I am not ready. My shoe is untied. Give me a minute!”


    “CHEATER! ANNOUNCER! ANNOUNCER, HE’S CHEATING! THE REFEREE IS ON HIS SIDE, BUYING HIM TIME!” Alex screams at the top of his lungs, trying to shift the pressure onto the referee.


    The referee, now sweating visibly, loudly responds, “I am always impartial! Fighter Alex Kerber, I will penalize you with 1 point for this unjust accusation. Bahawin, you have 1 minute to tie your shoe. After that, the fight will either begin, or I’ll compensate your opponent with a point for every additional delay!”


    Alex grits his teeth, seething with rage.


    Feeling the pressure, Alex takes a step forward, directly approaching the referee. He unleashes a fresh surge of Aura, more sinister than before, and glares at the referee with murderous intent. Slowly, he raises his hand and gestures a deliberate throat-slitting motion right in front of the referee’s face.


    The referee flinches, his confidence crumbling further. Alex takes it a step further—he places a hand firmly on the referee’s shoulder and squeezes hard. The referee winces in pain, a faint yelp escaping his lips as Alex’s grip tightens.


    “ONE MORE POINT DEDUCTION! HOW DARE YOU THREATEN A REFEREE!” the referee shouts, his voice trembling with anger.


    Meanwhile, the moderator provides comedic commentary, her tone laced with mockery and sarcasm. “Could fighter Alex Kerber be right? Is this referee biased and intentionally delaying the fight? We all know the 200 class fighters often have unique abilities! Maybe this referee should be on the list for replacement.”


    The crowd erupts in boos, and the referee, shaken by the escalating criticism, speeds up his countdown slightly.


    Alex, staying silent, focuses entirely on conserving energy and breathing as few times as possible. He even enters , calming his body and suppressing his Aura, minimizing energy consumption. The number above his head slowly climbs to 25.


    Time drags on. One minute passes. Then two minutes. Three minutes. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine minutes. Bahawin has now received nine penalties for stalling, and the audience grows louder with every second.


    Despite Bahawin’s delaying tactics, Alex is still at just 45 on his counter—55 points away from triggering Stolen Breath Bahawin, however, is beginning to sweat profusely under the pressure.


    The referee, now sweating like a pig as well, from the constant boos of the crowd and the relentless jabs from the moderator, finally speaks up, his voice cracking: “Bahawin, if you’re not ready now, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to deduct one more point. If that happens, you will lose.”


    Bahawin, desperate, signals to someone in the audience.


    Before the referee can proceed, a commotion breaks out. A group of spectators enters the ring, waving bizarre banners with accusations and slander against Alex. The signs bear outlandish claims, accusing Alex of cheating, committing crimes, and even keeping female sex slaves. Some banners allege that Alex uses his Hunter license to get away with unspeakable acts.


    Despite the chaotic scene and his rising anger, Alex forces himself to remain calm. he thinks, assessing the situation.


    Alex glances at his left arm, where Mustrano still burns brightly, steam hissing and swirling around his hand. He speaks to the conjured entity in his mind:


    With calculated steps, Alex walks toward Bahawin, locking eyes with him. Bahawin meets his gaze with a huge, smug smile, his expression infuriatingly calm.


    Alex thinks, but instead of attacking, he slowly opens his left hand, turns and walks back—this time toward the referee.


    The disrupters continue parading their banners, shouting accusations, but Alex ignores them completely. He stops directly in front of the referee, his Aura intensifying.


    In that moment, [Commander Shepard’s Dog Tag] activates. Alex’s eyes begin to glow a fiery red, radiating a menacing, otherworldly light.