Chapter 79: Berserker vs. Arthur

Chapter 79: Berserker vs. Arthur

With a loud “boom,” Crown’s body made a close encounter with the ground.

Thanks to the recoil, he was bounced right back up before landing firmly back on his feet.

Struggling to rise after the heavy impact, Crown lay there, trying to get up.

Kofs stepped forward and stomped down forcefully onto Crown’s abdomen.

As he looked up at Kofs’s foot growing larger above him, Crown flipped over and rolled to dodge just in time.

Kofs’s foot hit the ground instead.

The ground cracked beneath his mighty stomp.

Not far away, Crown knelt and watched Kofs’s foot, feeling grateful in his heart.

If Kofs had landed that stomp on him, the consequences would have been catastrophic.

Perhaps this journey would have abruptly ended for him.

As the battle progressed, the audience ceased to believe that Crown would surely win.

Compared to Crown, Kofs, though hefty, had attacks that were genuinely intimidating.

Those power-packed strikes would surely overwhelm anyone who faced them head-on.

Kofs glared at Crown, his anger reigniting after missing his attack.

Then he charged straight towards Crown.

Crown took the opportunity to roll away again.

Though it looked quite clumsy, it was the best he could do right now.

Having just received a severe blow, it would take him a moment to recover.

During this time, he had to rely on this awkward but effective tactic to avoid Kofs’s continuous assaults.

This was also thanks to Kofs not being the most agile of opponents.

As Kofs charged, he was helpless to respond to Crown’s sudden rolls and twists.

Fru-strated from not landing a hit on Crown, Kofs grew more and more volatile.

In the stands, Airael frowned at Kofs’s performance.

Though he bore the appearance of a human, one might mistake him for an orc!

His fighting style was quite reminiscent of their kind.

But considering that Kofs was from the Kingdom of Poshia, which had close ties to orcs and a reputation for being rugged, it made sense.

In truth, Kofs’s fighting technique was indeed influenced by orcs.

It was something humans learned from them.

Such people were rare among humans; only a handful possessed this talent.

They were known as Berserkers.

Boasting immensely strong physiques, they fought with a wildly reckless style.

As Kofs relentlessly pursued him, Crown, slowly recovering, began devising a plan.

When Kofs rushed at him once more, Crown rolled to the side.

At that moment, he could clearly see the wound he had previously inflicted on Kofs.

Aiming for that wound, Crown suddenly sprang up, thrusting his sword with all his might.

Thud!

The tip of the sword pierced into Kofs’s body.

The existing wound grew larger from Crown’s strike.

Determined not to face a repeat of the earlier disaster, Crown withdrew immediately after the thrust, ignoring everything else.

The sword pulled out from Kofs, dragging along a torrent of blood.

Only then did Kofs realize he had been ambushed.

He glanced at his now larger wound before fixing his furious gaze on the now-steady Crown.

With rage in his eyes, Kofs charged straight at him.

He seemed to have lost all rationality.

While this made his attacks appear stronger, they were useless if they couldn’t land a hit.

Crown continued to play a game of hide-and-seek with Kofs.

Learning from his earlier lesson, he had become much more cautious.

After successfully executing a sneak attack, he immediately backed away without hesitation.

Crown fought Kofs as if he were a boss, gradually chipping away at Kofs’s health bar.

Eventually, due to the excessive blood loss, Kofs reluctantly collapsed to the ground.

Crown emerged victorious from this battle.

Panting heavily, Crown was covered in grime and blood.

After the first bout, the second match featured Arthur against Uber from the Georgia Kingdom.

Both looked to be rather standard warriors.

After facing each other, they did not rush to attack. Instead, Uber declared, “Arthur, thank you so much for saving my country earlier, but I won’t back down here.”

“I don’t need your concession. Here, I will defeat you with my true strength,” Arthur replied earnestly, drawing his side sword.

Seeing Arthur’s shining blade, Airael furrowed her brow.

If she wasn’t mistaken, that sword was the very one she had warned Arthur against using before.

However, it seemed Arthur hadn’t heeded her advice.

But that was then; now Airael had a fresh perspective on Arthur’s sword.

Though it was a magic sword, it could still be a splendid weapon as long as its power was controlled.

Just like Mork.

Since Arthur chose to wield it, Airael hoped he could master its strength.

As Airael watched, Arthur and Uber began their clash.

Both raised their swords and charged at each other, engaging in the first round of combat.

Their swords collided, locking together in mid-air.

After a moment of stalemate, Uber found himself forced to retreat due to insufficient force.

This allowed Arthur to seize control of the battle.

Without hesitation, Arthur pressed the attack.

Uber parried Arthur’s assault with his sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The blades continuously clashed, producing sharp metallic sounds.

Although Uber was managing to defend against Arthur’s onslaught, the situation was unfavorable for him.

Arthur firmly held the initiative in the battle.

Uber could only defend against Arthur’s relentless attacks, unable to counterattack.

He was well aware of this.

However, Arthur’s offense was relentless and overwhelming.

The audience looked on, concern etching their faces as they watched Arthur in action.

Arthur was truly a versatile warrior.

Although versatile warriors often connoted “mediocrity,” Arthur demonstrated what excellence truly meant.

Facing such an opponent was no easy feat.

Moreover, Arthur wielded a legendary sword.

After a flurry of exchanges, Arthur managed to sever Uber’s sword.

As the blade shattered, Uber was taken aback.

Quickly, he retreated, his expression grave as he stared at Arthur.

Now without a weapon, and faced with Arthur’s formidable blade, Uber found himself in a precarious situation.