The Multiverse Hunter

"Isn't that the guy that Wu Gongfu challenged to a duel?"

A green-haired, middle-aged man with a solid, muscular build turned toward his fellow Martial Arts Guild members, his brow furrowed as he eyed Ali, who was now casually conversing with Jacob and the Air Guild players.

The mood among the Air Guild members was relaxed, even lighthearted—a stark contrast to the Martial Arts Guild members, who sat in grim silence.

"Yeah, that's him. His name's Ali, I think. Ascended yesterday..."

The response came from Lava Fist, who had just climbed the stairs, his breathing still uneven after his painful defeat to Jacob.

Even though he had been revived after the fight, the trauma of death still lingered. The searing pain, the feeling of his body vanishing into nothingness-it was something no player ever got used to.

He clenched his fists, the scars of battle still fresh in his mind.

"Fuck this..."

The green-haired martial artist suddenly ripped off his jacket, revealing his powerful, sculpted physique, his tanned skin glistening under the arena lights.

He wore black wraps, similar to those Lava Fist had worn, but his had intricate green engravings that pulsed faintly with a hidden power.

Without another word, he stormed forward, his heavy footsteps echoing across the stadium stands as he headed directly toward Ali.

Up in the stands, Jacob noticed immediately.

"What the fuck is he doing?"

His eyes flickered toward the approaching martial artist, his expression shifting from amusement to mild annoyance.

Ali, on the other hand, didn't stand up. He simply remained seated and turned his head towards the martial artist, one hand resting on his knee while the other held up his face his expression unreadable.

There was no fear, no concern, not even mild curiosity-only complete indifference.

The Martial Arts Guild member stopped a few feet away, his muscles tensed, his gaze locked onto Ali.

Then, in a loud, aggressive voice, he pointed directly at him—

"Hey, you! What the fuck are you laughing at?!"

Ali's black eyes slowly shifted upward, meeting the man's burning gaze with an icy, calculating stare.

He didn't say a word.

The air between them grew thick with tension, and several surrounding players began to notice, whispering among themselves.

Jacob sighed, already knowing where this was going.

"Get the fuck out of here before you get yourself hurt, little man."

His tone was casual, but the underlying warning was clear.

The Martial Artist barely spared him a glance.

"I'm not talking to you."

His eyes remained fixed on Ali.

"I'm talking to your mute friend here-who thought he could look down on the Martial Arts Guild! He needs to be taught some manners."

The moment he stepped closer, Jacob moved instinctively, preparing to intervene—

But—

Ali stood up.

It was slow, deliberate, yet the very act of him rising to his full height sent a wave of unease through the Martial Arts Guild member.

Ali was taller than him-his broad, muscular frame giving off an aura of absolute dominance.

For the first time, the martial artist hesitated.

Ali's face remained calm, but his black eyes were sharp, piercing straight into his opponent's soul.

Then, in a cold, quiet voice, he muttered—

"Let's fight, Martial Artist."

The words sent a shockwave through the nearby crowd, who immediately turned their attention to the escalating confrontation.

The Martial Arts Guild member smirked, scoffing slightly.

"Yeah, let's do it."

But Ali wasn't finished.

"To the death."

Silence.

The words hung heavy in the air.

The Martial Arts Guild member's smirk vanished in an instant. His body stiffened, his fists tightening involuntarily.

This wasn't a normal duel.

It was a Death Duel.

A fight where only one walked away alive.

The players in the surrounding seats gasped.

Even Jacob, who had been expecting something reckless, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

Ali didn't move, his expression utterly still, but his words were like a blade, slicing deep.

"Where did that big mouth of yours go, huh?"

He tilted his head slightly, his voice laced with mockery.

"What are you gonna do, Martial Artist?" His eyes darkened, his presence crushing.

"Fight me? Or walk back like a pussy?"

A dangerous silence filled the air.

The Martial Arts Guild member's teeth clenched, his pride flaring up at the insult.

SQUEEZE.

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his wrapped fists, his face twisting into a look of pure determination.

A second later—

"Player Unseen Punch has challenged you to a Death Duel."

Ali glanced at the alert, then stepped back calmly.

A slow smirk curled onto his lips.

"Good boy."

Then, without hesitation, he accepted the duel.

The crowd exploded into murmurs, the news spreading like wildfire.

More and more eyes turned toward Ali, eager to see the famous newcomer's first fight.

But then-

Ali took a single step forward.

Then—

He jumped.

Straight into the air.

The crowd gasped loudly as they watched him jump into the arena, his black Sith uniform fluttering, his body cutting through the open sky.

Jacob's eyes widened slightly.

'Wait—can he even fly?'

SWOOSH!

The wind roared past Ali's face, pushing his black hair back, his body plummeting downward at high speed toward the arena floor below.

As he fell, he noted something—

'This is... taller than I thought.'

Even after two full seconds, he was still falling.

The crowd watched in awe, some leaning over the railing, expecting him to crash-

B000000M

A massive shockwave erupted as he landed, sending dust and sand blasting into the air.

For a brief moment, no one could see through the thick debris, leaving thousands holding their breath in suspense.

But then—

As the dust settled, a lone figure stood amidst the destruction.

Ali.

His black Sith uniform remained pristine, hugging his chiselled frame, his stance completely relaxed-his hands still casually tucked into his pockets.

Then—

He looked up.

And in that moment—

Sixty thousand players were watching him.

Ali could feel their eyes on him, their curiosity, their silent anticipation.

His gaze flickered toward the Lightning Guild's section, instantly locking onto Celestia.

Even from afar, he could see the way her white hair shimmered, standing out in the crowd.

"Celestia, let's watch the duel before leaving!"

A blue-haired girl pulled on Celestia's arm, looking pleadingly at her.

Celestia's cold, unreadable eyes flickered toward Ali.

She glanced at her guild members, all of whom looked excited for the duel.

A moment passed.

Then—

"Fine."

And with that, she led the Lightning Guild members toward the seats closest to Ali's fight.

Above them, a huge blue screen flickered to life, displaying Ali's handsome face for the entire arena shocking the players since it only activated for the weekly tournament or big events.

For a brief moment, thousands of women sat stunned, caught off guard by the closeup of his perfectly sculpted features.

And in the midst of it all—

Ali simply tilted his head, looking directly at the camera, his black eyes filled with nothing but confidence.

The massive blue screen hovering above the arena displayed Ali's face in crisp detail, his sharp jawline, intense black eyes, and perfectly chiseled features sending waves of excitement through the audience.

A collective gasp spread through the stadium.

Several female players leaned forward in their seats, their eyes glued to the screen, unable to tear themselves away from the mesmerising sight.

"Oh my god, he's even more handsome up close!"

"He looks like some kind of noble prince..."

"No, a dark king-look at his EYES!"

The reaction was instantaneous-a mix of admiration, curiosity, and outright thirst filled the air.

Meanwhile, Ali barely acknowledged the attention.

His gaze remained calm, unreadable, exuding the same cold confidence that had already cemented his presence in the Second Level.

Then—

He turned his head slightly, looking down at the ground, his sharp instincts catching something unusual at his feet.

A small black-suited figure stood beside him, casually chewing on a carrot.

Toto.

Ali's expression didn't change. "Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

The tiny rabbit supervisor didn't look up, instead taking another loud crunch of his carrot before responding.

"I couldn't miss your first fight here, Ali."

Ali raised an eyebrow. "And..."

Toto's long ears twitched as he smirked, finally glancing up at Ali.

"And there are about seventy thousand players heading for the arena right now.

Each one is going to pay to enter and watch your duel."

Ali's eyebrow twitched slightly. "So you're making a killing off this."

Toto grinned, munching his carrot unapologetically.

"You're good for business, kid."

Ali exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. "Do I get a cut of all the PC you're making, since I'm the star of the show?"

Toto didn't even hesitate.

"Nope. Not a single coin."

Ali scoffed, about to respond, but then Toto added -

"But you will be in my good graces, which is more valuable than any amount of PC."

Ali's gaze darkened slightly.

"That's not a reward, that's just a bullshit way of saying 'you get nothing'"

Toto ignored him completely and continued eating his carrot.

Then, with a smug grin, he dropped another casual bombshell.

"Oh, and I got Lorien and Kaya to work under me now. Think of that as your reward."

Ali blinked. "Wait, what?"

Ali narrowed his eyes. "They were coming here anyway, Toto. I never asked for them."

Toto waved his tiny paw dismissively. "Details, details."

Ali crossed his arms. "Can I at least bet on myself?"

Toto clicked his tongue, shaking his head dramatically.

"Betting desk is outside. No one told you to jump into the arena and miss it."

Ali exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath. "Fucking rabbit..."

Toto smirked, taking another crunch of his carrot before-

POP.

He vanished into thin air, leaving Ali standing alone in the middle of his section of the arena.

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