INFINITE MONEY - I Will Buy Everything

"Without further ado… let us commence the final battle that will end the 12th King's Tournament."

"Coming from the WaterBend Sect, It's the Genius, the Prodigy, the Skilled WaterBender, PAN HUILING." The announcer called in large tone as Pan walked out the dark tunnel and stood at the epicenter of it all.

"And to face him, its none other than, the Romancer, the Talented Swordbearer, the Young Master of the Deloun Great House, CHARLES DELOUN."

A man of tall height jogged out as he laughed and showed a few poses to the overly loud crowd and gave a few kisses out to the females… of all age.

He had golden hair that was long and went until his semi-back. His eyes were of blue color and had the tint of deceitfulness filled with naughtiness that would entrance many women.

But most of all what stood out of him was the two large swords in his back. Both were long swords and were very heavy. Each one was 35 Inches long and were covered in an animal rug that looked to be a mix of Tiger and Zebra's.

It wasn't the design nor the expense of the sword that shocked and excited the crowd but its usage. Even with such weight Charles didn't look to be troubled at all and even was lightly jumping around to cheer the crowds.

Even with people having supernatural powers and being overly strong than the initial stage, such show of strength made anyone excited and they hoped to achieve something like this too.

William too was interested and asked both Naomi beside him as she relayed the information, "Charles Deloun is the Third son of the current master of the Great House and Charles himself is a renowned user of swords and its various styles."

"And he's also a romantic." William snarled as he remembered the announcer's words.

"Yes, he's that too. The reason for that name is, Mr. Deloun is known to have participated in many events that were not satisfactory to his peers and definitely not to the girl's fathers." Naomi said frowning as she looked at many censored images of Charles with many women.

"But what is strange about Mr. Deloun is that he's family is not known to be a frequent user of longswords. So for him to use such swords right now…"

"It's for show."

Naomi looked at Adam who continued, "He is the kind of guy that wants attention and what better way to get attention than doing the strangest of things in large crowds."

"So him using long swords in such an event is him wanting attention?" Naomi asked, "But what if he's inexperience stops him… shouldn't he be worried about something like that?"

Naomi asked as she looked at the manly looking figure of Charles who couldn't stop himself but shower the crowd, especially the women with his imaginary kisses.

She couldn't understand why someone who is participating in such matches would risk themselves like that.

"Hah…" Adam sighed, "I don't know how to answer such a question to you."

Naomi looked at him weirdly when he mentioned 'Her'. But before she could speak Adam said, "The easiest answer is that he's arrogant."

"Hmm?... so he wants to challenge himself then." William spoke his own thought.

"Yes… people like him are simple… even though they show such bizarre shows." Adam said as he inwardly shook himself.

"Oh! I hate such people." Naomi said with open disgust. "People like him always do stuff idiotic stuff and end up hurting everyone. Most of all, they never arrive in time no matter how long you wait in the café." Naomi said while crushing the popcorn bucket in her hand.

William and Adam looked at her with a weird look and had the same thought.

'

Something happened to her, didn't it?

'

Even Charles who was getting smiles and kisses and even some bodily shows was shocked when his eyes landed upon a beautiful white haired beauty with great assets and saw her giving him the infamous cold and disgustful look.

He didn't seem to recall such a beautiful lady and didn't understand why she would show him such open disgust.

'

Did I stood her up on a date?

'

He thought but it was quickly drowned out by the announcer's words, "Now with that done, I ask the fighters to take their steps."

Both guys stepped at the center of the stage and stood a few feet's opposite of each other. The announcer spoke out a few more praiseful words about the fighters as Charles tried to speak with Pan.

"I am honored to fight the great Pan Huiling of The WaterBend Sect."

"…"

"Never did I dream of fighting someone famous and strong in such a bright stage."

"Hah"

"There were so many great fights today, which one was your favorite?"

"Don't know."

"… The women are quite beautiful today, I'm sure that many have caught your eye, right?"

"No"

"… You're a tough nut, aren't you?"

"…"

Charles felt his left eye click a few times as he felt like he was talking to a wall. A wall that had a charming face and serious look. Charles had hated such men like Pan.

All serious and no talk. They would learn everything fast… not as fast as him but fast enough. But most of all the thing that made him the angriest was that the girls liked that about him.

He could see many women still saying 'I love you Pan' and 'I want to have your babies' to the man who… didn't hear them or blocked them out.

Charles shook his head and said with a smile to the wall in front of him, "Regardless of that, I hope that you wouldn't stay angry with me when I win the fight, okay."

"You need to defeat me first for that to happen."

After trying to make the man talk with numerous efforts, when he had given up the man finally spoke to Charles. So Pan talking smack to him came as a surprise but it was a welcome one.

Charles looked at him with raised eyes, "Yo- you… finally said something." Then laughed, "Of all the things you said, it had to be that too… Haha, interesting."

Pan didn't say nor showed any emotions as Charles laughed.

"It is going to be a very interesting fight this one."

"It will."

Charles nodded to the response and looked at the announcer who was still spouting nonsense and said, "Hey! Would you start the fight already? We have busy schedules." Continue your story on M-V-L

The announcer looked wide-eyed at Charles.

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Is he serious?

'

Then he looked at the crowd which sided with Charles and he knew if he did or said anything other than agreed to his words, Many stuff will come flying towards him.

And none of it will be a women's bra.

"Al- alright then folks. It seems the fighters themselves are tired of waiting for the inevitable fight to begin."

"They want to fight, They want to wrestle, they want to show off their truer spirits, they want to join themselve-"

"Stop making it gay."

"O-oh!" The announcer stopped as he smiled in embarrassment before coughing.

"Let the last fight BEGIN!"