Task Name: The Supreme Iron King
Tier: 3
NPC or PC: PC
Location: Karate Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Personal
Description: The Iron King is considered the champion of the underground street fights known as the Iron Matches. These are no holds barred events that usually end up in death. Though completely unsanctioned these fights can be dated back to 100's of years. Every 200 years all retired Iron Kings who has never been beaten must test the Skill of the current Iron King. Whomever comes out the victor is known as The Supreme Iron King and the King of all Street Fighters worldwide. Unlike the Iron King title that can be stripped upon defeat. The Supreme Iron King title ensures your legacy forever.
Enemy Details: 3 tier 1/ 2 tier 2/1 tier 3
Boss: Yes

Boss Name: The Iron King Faijin
Tier:3
Description: He wears a sleeveless kung fu shirt with a black and yellow trim, that is primarily red in color. On his arms he wears yellow wristbands attached to form fingerless gloves, and on his legs he wears black (sometimes dark blue) pants and sneakers on his feet. He sports a rather distinctive hairstyle, with incredibly long and jagged bangs which protrude quite some distance from his forehead. He is 25 and earned the title "Iron King" at age 15 being the youngest to ever do so.
Devil Fruit: Nikyu Nikyu no Mi
Haki Aura: Eagle Eye
Equipment: None
Specs: Hand to Hand 3, Devil Fruit 3

Here it was, The Iron King Tournament. This is where he would solidify himself as the King of All Fighters which would subsequently give him Karate Island. He never wanted or needed to be the master of any dojo. All he needed was this. First he would become the King of the Streets then he would become the King of The Sea. This tournament held every King of fighter in the world from several different eras. He was the current Iron king which meant he was the primary target. Everyone would be gunning for him to prove that they were the superior fighter. He would have to make an example of them all and claim his crown. They had announced the first bout and he was not included fortunately he would get a chance to observe the stock of his fellow Kings. The contest he watched was a fine display or at least it was in the opening rounds. These guys were no pushovers they had real skill and real training. Most of them had been fighting on the streets since they could walk. He wouldn’t miss a beat making sure he took in the strengths and weaknesses he perceived of every fighter.

 It was then that he saw his name on the overhead board. He lifted himself from his chair and made his way to the arena and the crowd exploded as the current Iron King Champion made his way to what looked to be a steel cage. He felt hands grazing his shoulder as he walked. He wore a sleeveless hoody with it drawn up. He didn’t pay attention to the crowd he was focused on the arena. Usually the opponent would be in the arena already his entrance last as the respect afforded to the Iron King. But they were all Iron Kings here and were treated as equals in and out of the ring. His first opponent was known as The Whispering Wind. He had heard of the name throughout his underground career especially when he first came up. The man was highly respected in the fight world even to this day. Qilin stepped into what was known as The Iron Ring. 

He wore a sleeveless black hoodie with loose cargo pants. His hands were heavily taped except around the knuckles. The tape was more or less for wrist integrity and to stop the fingers from spreading. He hoped around a bit and threw a few shadow punches as his opponent mirrored his actions and made his way to the ring. There were no officials in an Iron Match and this was the king of them all. The two men charged at each other and the whispering wind seemed to spin rapidly like a hurricane knocking Qilin back into the metal gate that surrounded them. He winced as the barbed metal dug into his flesh adding to the assortment of scars that previously decorated his body.

Qilin quickly rose to his feet the pain subsiding almost as soon as it had come and the behemoth of a man smiled. “ I see ……” This time he got on the balls of his feet and began bouncing from side to side as his hands stayed relaxed. The opponent seemed to float several inches above ground as he engaged Qilin. Swift exchanges were made as Qilin threw the first combination connecting with a jab to his opponent’s face that rocked his head back before a body shot to the kidneys it dropped him to a knee before he raised his own to meet the bridge of his nose and send him back blood pouring from it like a faucet. The man shook his head rapidly as dizziness set in to try to level himself out. Qilin quickly tried to follow up with a right hand but his opponent trapped his arm. He held his wrist quickly with his other hand before it was forced into an arm bar. Using his superior strength and leverage of the steel fence he was able to pull the man upwards. He would then slam the man into the asphalt hard but it only did moderate damage due to the man creating a wind cushion underneath him.

He was able to redirect the wind around them to swing himself around and toss the much larger Qilin across the ring. The Amatsu braced himself becoming immovable countering the man’s unique technique.  The Wind moved in closer to Qilin reducing the distance to about 5 meters. Qilin thought that his opponent might take the fight to close range again but he didn't. In fact he stopped at 5 meters away and created a cloud of dust. The man himself immediately closed his eyes to avoid the dust from coming into his face. Qilin was at first confused and didn't know what to do. He then thought quickly and decided to rise up into the air. He took 2 steps forward and leaped up avoiding the dust cloud before coming down on his opponent with a superman punch that planted him on his ass. He would follow up with a swift kick to the man’s head but he disappeared in the wind swiftly zipping behind Qilin striking him in the back with a solid elbow strike. The two turned to face each other and threw punches one after the other their fists colliding with each other bone grinding against bone. As the two men saw that neither were gaining ground they both leapt back at the same time and there was an awkward silence. The other Iron Kings watched closely as the match had more than captured their attention. The two men stared at each other with killig intent before The Whispering Wind sprang into action with great speed a trail of high powered wind behind him. He blew past Qilin appearing behind him, then in front of him, then beside. The intention was to confuse the much larger and more powerful Pirate. Yet Qilin was intuitive and pattern became more apparent. When he went beside the Amatsu a powerful lariat would lift the man off his feet crushing his wind pipe. As the man hit the ground he dropped his large boot on his face over and over again until his skull was mush. Removing his heel from the bloody soup that stained the ground he calmly walked out and he was declared the winner.

Qilin was supposed to leave the ring and rest but he looked to the announcer and nodded before stating “continue”. Two opponents jumped into the ring as apparently this was supposed to be a free for all. He was not familiar with these two Iron Kings they looked more senior and maybe before his time. They all quickly met in the middle of the ring and Qilin had to quickly dodge under a guys punch. Others surrounded the two cheering each side on. "Hit him already," he heard, "Knock him out," another voice yelled, "Fight back already," Qilin could hear the voices shouting.  The Amatsu tried not to pay them attention, but it was really loud. He knew that he had to win this fight, but barely remembered how he even ended up in the tournament in the first place. Maybe he could remember once he beat the opponent in front of him. The man was using only his fists, but Qilin remembered hearing that they could use anything. Qilin guessed that meant his skills as well. He didn't know how long they would try to keep him there, so he wanted to not use a lot of his energy if he didn't have too. Qilin decided first to try and see if he could beat his opponent by sheer force. Qilin ducked under the mans next attack and delivered a punch to the man side. 

It seemed Qilin didn't deal a lot of damage, but it still had a little effect. The man cringed to the side a little and Qilin quickly kicked the man’s feet out from under him before he could react. While the man was on the floor, Qilin held his finger in the shape of a gun at the man. "Surrender," Qilin told him. The man started to laugh at this. ""Oh, thats so scary, what are you going to do? Shoot me?" the man said. "Well since you insist," Qilin said, dropping his hand before sending his fist at the side of the man sending him flying. The man's look froze in terror upon seeing this. "Ok, I surrender," the man said. Qilin backed off of the man but kept his finger aimed like a gun at the the next man. He didn't know if he would try anything, so he wanted to be ready. The crowd was in shock that Qilin had won. It seemed that the person he fought was a newbie, but Qilin was an outsider and the newest Iron King and he still managed to win. "He only won, because he's a so big," one shouted. Soon after the Iron Kings seemed to all agree to that. Qilin shook his head at this,  Qilin shouted over them. This seemed to calm them down. Qilin looked around and noticed that his name was on a blackboard and it seemed to move up a list rapidly. He suddenly remembered that he signed up for a tournament. He more wanted to remember why he signed up in the first place. It seemed that he would have some time to rest as new opponents seem to have come out. Maybe he could remember why he was here.

Qilin had fought his way through a lot of opponents and it seemed he had finally reached the championship round. Qilin was waiting on the side for the other semi final match to finish. Qilin waited for the match to end. His last opponent seemed to have given him a little trouble. The opponent had eaten a devil fruit. The man didn’t have the strongest Devil fruit, but he used it brilliantly. Once Qilin realized that, he quickly sent his fists into the mans gut and easily blocked his first palm strike attempt. The mans attacks at first seemed pretty weak. Qilin should be watching his opponent this round, but decided to against it for the moment. He wanted to rest a little before his last fight. It was either sit on a bench on the side and rest, or stand up and watch his opponent. Qilin found it a little bad to whoever he would fight, since they would go straight to another match. He hoped they would be more up to the challenge. Maybe the host of this tournament, would give them a little break, Qilin wasn't sure but he doubted it. This was the Iron Tournament of all Iron Tournaments.

Soon it seemed the match ended. Qilin waited to see if the next fight would be right away, and it seemed that it wasn't. The fighters were to get a little break before moving onto the next fight. Qilin found this a little bad from himself, since he could of watched his opponent last match. He shrugged it off. He was sure he would be able to take on this last guy. Qilin looked around and it seemed people were running over to the betting booth, trying to vote on the last fight. Qilin wasn't sure which way everyone was betting. It would be funny to think of how many people would lose money tonight and how many people would gain some.

Soon Qilin was called to the field. Qilin pushed his way through his opponents and found himself in the ring. He looked around to see where his opponent would be. Qilin watched as his opponent pushed his way through the crowds. Qilin looked him up and down and noticed he looked like a regular person and a small one at that, but Qilin knew looks could be deceiving. It seemed Qilin and his opponent were staring each other down, when the bell rang to start the fight. Qilin wasted no time and summoned his hammer to his hand to use. He then summoned an armor like skill around himself. The opponent seemed to react the same way as he dropped into a graceful martial arts stance. Qilin quickly dashed towards his opponent with his hammer and swiped at him. The man brought up his palm to block the attack. Thinking quickly, Qilin positioned himself to hold the weight of the mans attack and used his free hand to shoot a punch at the mans arm, breaking it. The man seemed to be shocked by this, so Qilin took that opportunity to to swing his hammer around and knock the mans palm away. Before he could use his strikes to defend himself Qilin had his hammer towards the mans throat. It seemed that they were in a position that Qilin had won the fight. Yet the man managed to strike the hammer sending it flying towards the owner and Qilin went flying. He knew he had a few broken ribs. It seemed he still had a good hand to fight with and that’s all he needed. The Amatsu used his martial arts ability to stop the internal bleeding after he spat up blood. He used his Extreme Street Fighting ability to block out the pain and fight again to the opponent’s amazement. The two ran at each other again and the opponent Feij caught him with a palm strike to the stomach sending him through iron ring into the crowd. Yet Qilin had used a skill to reverse his opponent’s impact into his own body causing him to break his other arm. His opponent was now made helpless by his own technique. Qilin grabbed his hammer and raised it dropping it on the man’s collar bone causing the man’s body to collapse lifeless. Soon the bell rang that ended the fight. It seemed that after all the somebody came into the arena with a item. It seemed like a sash of some kind. THE NEW SUPREME IRON KING!!! Qilin was now immortalized….
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