Chapter 508: Silver-eyed Moon Rabbit
Boom boom boom—
The great drums thundered as they were struck, their rhythm synchronized with the heartbeat, causing the blood to surge and excitement to boil.
“The first match, the Elephant Clan, ‘Mountain Without Edge’ Chonglu, faces off against Clancia, ‘Sword of Bee Stingers’ Rhodes.”
Two contestants emerged from either side of the arena. One was about four meters tall, his thick legs stomping the ground like a steamroller, slightly shaking it. He held a massive hammer horizontally, its square gray steel head weighing heavily, capable of breaking bones with a single hit.
The other contestant was much shorter, standing less than one point six meters tall. In his hand was a deep red stinger sword, and he wore light hunting gear, easily leaping into the arena.
“Begin!”
After the judge announced, the nearby beastmen shouted together, their feet stamping the earth in a specific rhythm that was deeply resonant.
“Hey hey, this isn’t fair,” Rhodes muttered, holding his sword upright.
He wasn’t someone easily intimidated, but not all participants from Clancia were as bold as him. If no complaints were made now, these beastmen would only grow louder, creating immense psychological pressure and affecting their performance.
“Is Clancia so timid? Come, take my strike!”
Chonglu raised his hammer high and swung it down heavily, striking the ground.
Dust rose sharply, and people felt a numbness in their feet, toppling over. Despite this, their enthusiasm only grew, shouting “Victory! Victory!”
In the center of the arena, the ground trembled more violently, sharp rock spines piercing through, reaching the sky and forming a forest of spines over fifty meters wide.
Chonglu swept his gaze across, though his hammer swings were not slow, the opponent was more agile, avoiding the spines and disappearing from his sight.
Suddenly, a red glow appeared in the sky and quickly plummeted.
Zii—
The stinger sword carved a deep groove and sparks on the gray armor, but it failed to penetrate the heavy plating. This opponent might not be particularly agile, but in defense and strength, they had special bonuses.
Rhodes frowned, leaping away to land on a tall rock spike, his toes lightly touching the tip, like a graceful swallow.
At the same time, Chonglu swung his hammer again, shattering the rock spikes, charging forward towards the small figure.
The battle raged fiercely, after several exchanges, a winner was finally decided on the stage.
Rhodes stood up from Chonglu’s body, spitting out broken teeth and blood, then wiped the blood off his stinger sword, declaring victory.
“Clancia, Rhodes wins.”
The judge loudly announced, and both sides were carried away by waiting medical personnel for treatment.
Following the first major battle, subsequent duels began.
The Polar Bear Clan, ‘Tear of Ice’ Jiaoran, faced Clancia, ‘Red Gun Roaring’ Calvin, with Jiaoran winning.
The Deer Spirit Clan, ‘Arrow Through the Wilderness’ Tessa, faced Clancia, ‘Iron Wind Song’ Frederick, with Tessa winning.
The Rhinoceros Horn Clan, ‘Gray Stone Shield Armor’ Beck, faced Clancia, ‘Purple Robe Warrior’ Brend, with Brend winning.
The Gray Wolf Clan, ‘Shadow of Black Snow’ Qilun, faced Clancia, ‘Golden Leaf Flower’ Sylia, with Qilun winning.
Five matches had been completed, with the beastmen at three wins and Clancia at two, slightly behind. The judge stepped forward again to announce the next match.
“Snow Leopard Clan, ‘Flashing Firefly’ Luandao, faces Clancia, ‘Silver-eyed Moon Rabbit’ Mira!”
As the words fell, a rabbit-eared girl lightly jumped onto the stage, wearing a black jacket and red checkered skirt. Her pink hair was tied up behind her, fluttering gently in the night breeze.
“At last, it’s my turn,” Mira whispered joyfully in the night wind, her crosswheel gun gradually covered with intricate silver patterns.
“I didn’t expect it to be a rabbit-eared beastman,” the surrounding beastmen murmured. They hadn’t anticipated Clancia sending a beastman to compete. It dawned on them that Clancia had never been a purely human nation; it included several small beastman tribes, such as the Fox Ears and Rabbit Ears.
The crowd didn’t dwell much on the opponent’s identity as the battle had already begun.
The Snow Leopard warrior wielded dual knives, darting across the arena under the night sky, his form like a streak of light, constantly changing, making it hard to pinpoint his location.
“It seems to be a speed-type opponent,” Mira whispered, then pushed off the ground, speeding forward, her wheel gun swinging in the night like a graceful meteor.
The two clashed fiercely in the center of the arena, sparks flying from continuous weapon impacts. Within seconds, both started getting wounded.
Blood sprayed from various wounds, expanding as their bodies moved vigorously.
After a heavy blow, both pushed apart, standing opposite each other, breathing heavily.
Luandao had a long gash between his neck and shoulder, red muscles bulging out, while Mira had a deep cut on her waist.
This young man from the Snow Leopard clan, with tiger fang war paint, stared intently at his opponent, tracking every move, ready for the next attack.
Both were ranked Sequence 6, but Mira fought less frequently compared to others, while Luandao, as a beastman, had more combat experience. Under mutual injury, Mira suffered greater wounds.
Suddenly, the young man’s pupils narrowed slightly.
Mira held her cross lance with one hand, pressing the other against her wound. With a sprinkle of pure white particles, her wound slowly healed, leaving only a faint scar.
“Oops, sorry, I’m still mainly a healer,” Mira gestured, then charged forward again, the wind whistling, a silver light wheel flashing, sweeping the opponent away.
Luandao rolled several times before barely standing up, but another large wound marred his body.
“Cursed!”
Luandao spat blood, staring at Mira’s nearly cheating healing ability, feeling immense pressure.
It seemed he could only use that technique, he thought, his eyes turning blood red, his skin slightly reddening, emitting faint heat.
‘Bloody Secret Art’
This was a desperate technique rarely used in normal battles, intensively stimulating blood energy, granting faster speed and strength, but also inflicting great damage to oneself.
Several beastmen had used similar techniques in previous duels, otherwise, they couldn’t defeat Clancia’s opponents. Luandao continued this trend without hesitation.
“In that case, I must get serious too.”
Mira stood in the night wind, her silver eyes widening, runes seemingly flowing within them, like two silver stars in the dark, reflecting every gust of wind, grain of dust, and trace of magic power within a radius of hundreds of meters, as clear as if seen in a mirror.
Pure white flames rose from her body, spreading to her crosswheel gun, her aura climbing, making the opponent feel suffocated as if running through flames.
The second round of battle had begun.
(End of Chapter)
