Behind the Red Door

The fight was tense, with both Kael and Butcher retaliating at each other.

The exchange of blows was intensifying with each passing moment.

Kael's fists flew in a flurry of punches, each one aimed at Butcher's face. Butcher stumbled backward, his eyes widening in surprise. The crowd erupted into another loud cheers.

They never thought that this young boy who wasn't argumented by any steel body parts, was going to give them a good fight.

Most had expected the fight to be one sided, but now it seemed that the young boy who was using the alias, Bucky, was holding his own against the seasoned champion Butcher, or at least they thought.

Butcher's surprise was short-lived. He regained his footing, his massive steel limbs flexing with brutal strength. Kael's eyes widened as Butcher charged at him, his fists swinging wildly.

Kael dodged and weaved, avoiding the blows by mere inches. But Butcher was relentless, his attacks coming faster and harder. Kael's dream walker powers surged to the forefront, trying to weave a new nightmare.

But Butcher was no ordinary opponent. He shook off the effects of Kael's powers, his steel limbs glowing with an eerie blue light. The crowd gasped in shock as Butcher's body began to transform, his muscles bulging with enhanced strength.

"You think your little tricks can take me down?" Butcher sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I'll show you what real power looks like."

With a sudden burst of speed, Butcher closed the distance between them. His steel limbs flashed in the light, delivering a devastating blow that sent Kael crashing to the ground.

Kael struggled to get back to his feet, but Butcher was relentless. He followed up with another attack, his steel arms flashing with a silvery light as they delivered another strike towards Kael's chest.

*Bang!**

Butcher's fist **came crashing down.**

Kael's body **jerked violently**, agony **exploding through every nerve**.

A **second punch** smashed into his chest. **His ribs cracked.**

A **third**—this one to his **crotch**—sent a fresh **wave of agony** rolling through him.

And then the **pummeling began in earnest.**

**Steel fists** rained down like a **merciless storm**, driving Kael **deeper into the bloodstained dirt**.

**Thud.**

**Crack.**

**Bang.**

The crowd **roared**, their **cheers frenzied** as Butcher **continued his savage beating**.

Kael could **barely think**.

His **vision darkened**, the world around him **fading**.

*"Is this it?"*

*"Is this how I die?"*

He had **dreamed of survival**. He had **hoped for victory**.

But **reality** was cruel.

Kael's **limp body lay sprawled** in the dust, his **eyes hazy** with resignation.

Above him, Butcher **grinned**, his **foot hovering over Kael's crushed chest**.

**One final stomp.**

The **crowd screamed his name.**

**"BUTCHER! BUTCHER! BUTCHER!"**

Kael's bruised eyes widened in terror, causing him pain in the process,as he realized he was about to meet his end. The crowd gasped in shock, their voices silenced by the brutality of the scene unfolding before them.

Butcher's blows struck Kael with incredible force and speed, sending his head snapping backward. Kael's body went limp, his eyes rolling back in his head. The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and gasps, their voices torn between admiration for Butcher's brutality and horror at the sheer violence of the attack.

Butcher stood over Kael, his chest heaving with exertion. He glared down at Kael's broken body, his eyes blazing with contempt. "Serves you right,brat!" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Butcher raised his foot, ready to deliver another blow. Despite the fact that Kael's body was broken, his spirit being crushed. He lay on the ground, his eyes fixed on Butcher with a mixture of fear and resignation.

Butcher's foot came crashing down, aimed squarely at Kael's chest. The crowd gasped in horror, their voices silenced by the brutality of the scene unfolding before them. Kael's body jerked violently, his eyes widening in agony as Butcher's foot struck him with incredible force.

The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and gasps, their voices torn between admiration for Butcher's brutality and horror at the sheer violence of the attack. Kael's body lay motionless on the ground, his chest crushed by Butcher's relentless blow.

The crowd cheered, their voices chanting Butcher's name. Kael's vision began to blur, his body battered and bruised.

'So this is it for me huh?. To think that l even hoped of winning, ridiculous.' thought Kael, self mockingly.

As he thought of his final end, Kael heard the loud shouts of the crowd cheering grew more louder and frenzy as they chanted Butcher's name.

The dark skinned lord of the Arena, Valerius suddenly clicked his tongue in disappointment as he saw this.

"It seems l was wrong about the boy after all"

As the shouts grew louder and Butcher's foot, which at some point had been raised again, came crashing down at Kael's chest, he suddenly felt something.

An anger suddenly boiled up from his chest and.....something inside Kael snapped. A spark of pure rage ignited within him, fueling his body with adrenaline. His eyes turned red, his muscles bulging with newfound strength.

[System Message]

[Host rage fueling]

[Reaching breaking point]

[Breaking point reached]

[Berserk Form Activated]

[Your Current Status: HP 50/100, MP 100/100]

[Strength Increased by 50%]

[Speed Increased by 30%]

Kael's body began to transform, his muscles growing larger and more defined. His eyes glowed with an eerie red light, his presence radiating an aura of raw power.