Chapter 134: Cain’s Strength
The Lion certainly wouldn’t let Cain harm it without resistance; it took off, galloping forward with all four legs.
After covering some distance, it turned its head back to find Cain, who made no move to pursue it.
Having failed with its previous strike, Cain stood still, sword in hand, as if victory was already within his grasp.
Crimson blood dripped continuously from the long sword in his hand, staining the ground with the Lion’s blood.
At the same time, blood was pooling from the wounds on the Lion itself.
Especially at its rear, where Cain had pierced a massive hole just moments ago.
Even though the Lion was robust and had a great recovery ability, it couldn’t stop the bleeding in a short time.
The steadily flowing blood was taking away the already limited stamina of the Lion.
It’s important to note that to showcase the Lion’s ferocity as a “beast,” it had been starved before the match.
Initially, fueled by hunger, it could unleash formidable combat prowess.
But as time passed, without a quick win, its stamina would begin to wane.
Now, with its injuries, that process was undoubtedly speeding up.
By this calculation, saying Cain was assured of victory was quite the understatement.
This Lion was no match for him at all.
Cain was indeed very strong.
Don’t be fooled by how effortlessly he attacked the Lion; pulling off such moves was only possible for a seasoned and powerful warrior.
At this point in the battle, the outcome was clearly decided.
However, although the victor was known, the fight was far from over.
As mentioned before, unlike battles between humans, in battles between man and beast, only one can leave the arena alive.
Either the human or the beast.
The other must stay here forever—meaning death!
The rules are harsh, but it’s precisely because of this that such matches attract numerous spectators.
“Lord Cain, kill that beast!”
In the stands, someone could no longer hold back their voice.
Airael glanced over at the shout.
The speaker was a rugged middle-aged man, sporting a prominent scar that made him appear rather intimidating.
At that moment, he seemed incredibly excited.
As if he was the one about to slay the Lion himself.
Just by looking at him, Airael found his enthusiasm rather unsurprising.
She quickly shifted her gaze back to the arena.
If all went as expected, the next part of the fight should be the climax of this match.
Feeling its stamina depleting, the Lion realized it might die in this battle.
Nonetheless, every creature has a survival instinct, and the Lion was no exception.
Faced with the formidable opponent, Cain, it decided to go all out.
After all, it was going to die anyway.
Sensing the shift in the Lion’s momentum, Cain frowned slightly.
He knew it wouldn’t be easy to finish this battle now.
The Lion’s strength was not weak, and in response to its desperate counterattack, if he wasn’t careful, there was a real chance of defeat.
If that happened, he wouldn’t just lose the match; he’d lose his life.
Airael, on the other hand, watched the match with great interest.
The Lion wasn’t disappointing her.
This way, it would be a better test of Cain’s abilities, letting her see just how strong he really was.
Clearly, the previous exchanges hadn’t allowed him to fully showcase his strength.
At that moment, Arthur arrived and sat down beside her.
Airael glanced at him before turning her attention back to Cain in the arena. “Is he your target?”
Arthur nodded, still focused on the match. “Exactly!”
Hearing this, Airael quickly followed up, “Do you have a plan? Need my help?”
Facing Airael’s kindness, Arthur shook his head. “No, I already have a plan.”
“Alright! I look forward to your performance.”
Upon discovering that Arthur indeed had a plan, Airael decided not to press the issue any further and devoted her attention to the match.
The Lion’s shifting momentum left spectators eager for the upcoming confrontation.
With that determination, could this presumably majestic Lion turn the tables?
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Lion opened its mouth wide and let out a low roar towards Cain.
Simultaneously, its magic power began to swirl.
Though a beast, it was still a magical beast, capable of wielding magic.
Sensitive to magic, Airael immediately sensed the Lion was preparing something.
However, she wasn’t too hopeful about it.
For these magical beasts, while they could use magic, their spells were hardly powerful—except for certain groups like the Dragon families.
They lacked systematic training or any true inheritance and could only fumble through trial and error on their own.
In comparison, their sheer physical might was what most magical beasts relied on for strength.
Thus, even if the Lion conjured magic, it would probably be just a minor distraction.
This was clear not just to Airael, but to many others as well.
But remember, this was the human world, where magic was a rare treasure and a symbol of mystery.
Even a minor spell was enough to pique the interest of most spectators.
As the Lion began to conjure magic, Cain also made his move.
He wouldn’t just stand there idly, letting the Lion attack him.
If the Lion was going to mount a desperate counterattack, he had opportunities to thwart it.
The best defense is indeed a good offense.
If he could eliminate the enemy, he wouldn’t have to worry about their attacks any longer.
But the Lion was quick in its spellcasting.
Breath of Fire!
A plume of fire erupted from the Lion’s powerful jaws, rushing towards Cain.
The power of this fire spell had surpassed intermediate magic, reaching advanced magic levels.
Thus, if hit, Cain would definitely feel the burn!
Cain’s eyes caught sight of the incoming flames, and he immediately dodged to the side.
In an instant, he narrowly avoided the fire magic.
However, the maneuver forced him to halt.
At that moment, having finished its magic, the Lion charged at Cain.
An unstoppable momentum radiated from it.
But Cain didn’t retreat or dodge.
After slightly adjusting his stance, he charged forward to meet the Lion head-on.
In a swift clash, they crossed paths, creating a burst of blood sprays.
The blood came from the Lion, as Cain had sliced a large gash into its side with his sword.
After this round of exchanges, they immediately turned for a second round.
Again, bursts of blood erupted.
……
This pattern of combat repeated several times.
In the end, it was nearly impossible to tell whose blood was whose.
The Lion was covered in wounds, and Cain was also drenched in blood.