The execution ground was where notorious criminals caught in the city were usually executed at the end of every month. It was very wide, about the size of three football fields and was located outside the city, just before the forest. Even though it was used basically for killing others, it was also used for large-scale competitions, like the wrestling tournament.Maxi arrived there as soon as the tournament officially began. There were lots of people both in the arena and outside. Maxi had to push his way through to the front of the crowd to check for Wilson. It took him several minutes to get to his destination and he was covered in sweat and food and wine. “This place is tight! And there are so many contestants this year.” Maxi muttered to himself after squeezing his way to the front. He looked around and could barely see any of the contestants’ faces. The match had already gotten intense. Bodies were flying everywhere, skills upon skills w

Chapter 13- ComatoseWilson was carried into the inn by the mercenaries Maxi hired. The room was arranged and the bed was tidied up faster than expected. The healer friend of Maxi took out his toolkit from under his large sleeves of his robe. He quickly chanted a spell to cleanse the blood off Wilson’s body. He put another low grade pill into his mouth to further reduce his pain. He then inserted his nine needles into specific points on different parts of his body. He chanted some words for a long period of time and placed his palms on Wilson’s forehead. A white blinding light glowed from the point of contact, enveloping Wilson in its entirety and temporarily blinding the mercenaries. Maxi had long closed his eyes. He knew what was going to happen when the chant was finished. He had experienced it a lot. The healer sat on a chair with a pained and exhausted look on his face. He panted as Maxi went to join him after paying the mercenaries for their labor. 

Wilson looked around, confused. What was the abyss? As if his question was heard, the commentator spoke again, explaining everything to be known about the abyss. “Ladies and gentlemen, as tradition requires, every year, a hundred of this city’s most notorious criminals; murderers, robbers, hard-core gamblers, rapists and the likes will battle at the execution ground. The last man standing is proclaimed the winner and gets his freedom and a chance to be hired by a noble family. The rest of the fighters are returned to prison to fight another year……….if fate permits!” “If fate permits? What does that mean?” Wilson muttered to himself. “It means, if you are lucky to survive!” An old woman who looked very energetic answered him. She had suddenly appeared behind him. When? Wilson had no idea! “I don’t understand!” Wilson said, facing the old woman. She was taken ab

Wilson ran towards the group of seven and noticed that the old woman stopped after taking seven steps. Then another stopped two steps in front of her, then the next, then the next until it was only a young , ugly lady that was still moving. She leaped at him raising a small dagger above her head. Wilson raised his hands in a bid to hold hers but all he got was a kick to his face. He staggered backwards and the lady rushed at him swinging the dagger at his neck. Wilson barely dodged by roling backwards. She quickly swung the dagger at his neck again as he stood up but the hand holding the dagger was held by Wilson. Before she could do anything, Wilson squeezed her hand tightly making her drop the dagger as she winced in pain. Before she could think, Wilson had hit seven times with his fist, further disfiguring her hideous face. She cried out in pain as she staggered and fell. The noise sounded so painful, the spectators winced in pity. Before she could hit the floor, her head was rem

 For the next few weeks, Wilson stayed in his room recuperating and getting back in shape. The beauty that was terrified of him provided him his meals and watched over him while the oldies in the other room observed him quietly.After weeks of watching from afar, they all decided to send the youngest of them to visit Wilson and convince him to join in their battle against the despicable nobles.Wilson was having his nap when the old man walked in. He looked at the young girl sitting at the farthest corner of the room. She was still terrified of Wilson and dared not leave without his permission. She looked up at the visitor when he entered and was delighted when he signalled for her to leave. Immediately, she dashed out of the room.Wilson was annoyed when he was rudely awakened. Which imbecile dared to wake him up from his nap and so rudely? Was it that girl? Doesn't she learn her lessons? The old man kicked his bed roughly. Asking for a beating, uh? The