Archer watched as his opponent regained his footing, offering him a chance to recover. Lucas hurled himself forward again, fists swinging with force. However, he swiftly parried the blows before launching a decisive counterattack.
With a sudden movent, he delivered a powerful headbutt, the impact causing a sickening pop as Lucas's nose gave way under the force. Blood rained down, but Archer chose not to dodge it and let it cover him before storming into him, landing a deadly combo.
His violet eyes glead with excitent while his smile widened with every strike. Lucas, taken aback by his apparent happiness during combat, hesitated montarily, his confidence faltering.
"You're a madman!" he exclaid while backing away, his voice tinged with disbelief and fear. But Archer paid no attention to the accusation. He was too busy reveling in the fight's thrill as adrenaline pumped through his veins.
He welcod the pain, embracing it as strength. With a wild look crossing his face, he launched into another relentless onslaught, his movents wild and beast-like as he attacked.
Closing the distance between himself and Lucas, he increased the crowd's anticipation to a fever pitch. With every step, the ground seed to tremble beneath his feet, echoing his thunderous heartbeat.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the impending clash between these two formidable opponents. With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Archer launched into a relentless barrage of punches.
Each strike was delivered with explosive force, creating shockwaves reverberating with deafening booms. Archer's punches seed to co from every direction, leaving Lucas struggling to keep up.
Lucas struggled to defend himself against the relentless attacks. He pressed forward with a massive smile on his blood-covered face. Accelerating with sudden speed, Archer unleashed a barrage of strikes so powerful that they left the large boy staggering, his defenses collapsing under the assault.
Sensing the opening, Archer swiftly employed Blink and instantly materialized in front of Lucas. With unwavering determination, he grasped the boy's face firmly, his fingers digging into flesh as he forcefully slamd him onto the stage's ground.
The impact echoed through the arena with a resounding boom, the force of the blow reverberating through the air. As Lucas lay sprawled on the ground, defeated and dazed, he stood looking down at him just as the referee announced him as the winner.
But Archer ignored the man before squatting next to Lucas, who was injured. With a shrug, he placed his hand on the boy and cast Aurora Healing, causing a violet light to wash over him.
Archer studied Lucas more closely, noting his imposing stature reminiscent of a barbarian warrior. Despite his large muscular fra, Lucas possessed silver hair and piercing blue eyes, a testant to years of rigorous training.
Pleased by his observation, Archer recognized a kindred spirit in the disciplined warrior before him. As Lucas's eyes opened upon healing, Archer smirked and addressed him, "You're strong. Are you of noble birth?"
The boy sat up, shook his head, and answered, ''No. My family owns land in the Crownlands and fights for the empire, but we're not nobles.''
Archer nodded, ''Good, good. Now, do you want a purpose in life? I could use a soldier like you in my army.''
Lucas rubbed his head and asked suspiciously, ''What about my family? Can they also join?''
"Of course, but under one condition, you and your family must swear a mana oath to and my kingdom. Only then can you all reside in Draconia," Archer replied.
However, his attention was soon diverted as he noticed the referee ushering them off the stage to make way for the next fight. Archer smiled at the man before handing Lucas a coin as he helped him to his feet.
The silver-haired boy looked at the white coin and asked, ''What's this for?''
''When you arrive ho for the Frostwinter Festival, talk to your family and tell them what I offer. After doing that, send mana into the coin, and I'll visit you,'' Archer answered before walking back to his girls.
Once he sat down, Talila questioned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind and kissing his cheek, ''What did you talk about with the barbarian?''
Archer smiled, turned his head, and lovingly kissed her plump red lips, which the elf loved. He answered, ''I want to recruit him and his family to the Draconian Army as they are strong, and I could create a heavy infantry unit made up of barbarians.''
Nala was the next to speak, her tone probing, "So, you're truly committed to establishing a kingdom, Archie?"
Archer nodded solemnly, "Yes. I never wanted to rule originally, but I've understood the need for strong leadership, especially in a world plagued by constant conflict and unrest. Powerful empires thrive under the protection of Demi-Gods, and I aim to follow suit.''
Gazing out at the guards and spectators filling the arena, he noticed a few among them who gave off a distinct aura, unmistakably marking them as Demi-Gods. The mana surrounding these individuals gave them away, allowing Archer to see their true power.
However, he quickly pushed aside this observation, refocusing his attention on the task at hand, ''The people of this world deserve lasting peace, not rely the brief reprieves between wars. By uniting the lands under one banner, we can end the suffering my people and countless others endured over the years. I aim to spread the Pax Draconia across Thrylos, ensuring prosperity and stability for all."
Leira comnted in confusion, ''Pax Draconia? What's that?''
Curiosity flickered in the eyes of the girls as they leaned in closer, eager to hear more about Archer's vision.
"Pax Draconia isn't just about conquest or power," Archer continued, his tone earnest. "It's about creating a world where peace reigns supre—a world where people can live without fear, without the constant threat of war looming over their heads."
Hearing this, they all nodded in agreent, their faces lighting up with eager smiles. Sera was the first to speak up, her curiosity piqued.
"Do we all have a place in your kingdom?" she inquired, her voice filled with hope. Archer returned her smile, his eyes shining with sincerity.
"Undoubtedly," he replied warmly. "You can choose your path, and I'll ensure everyone is fully supported within the kingdom."
As the referee called Aurelia to the stage, each girl smiled and nodded in agreent. Archer's attention shifted to the lilac-
haired girl, who smiled at him as she passed.
However, his gaze soon fixated on her godly curvaceous body and the way her shapely ass jiggled with every step she took, which drove him mad, as the leather armor she wore couldn't hide it.
Aurelia's strikingly beautiful face was frad by cascading lilac locks that tumbled gently around her delicate features. Her skin glowed with a porcelain-like radiance, accentuating the soft curve of her cheeks.
Beneath arched brows, her bewitching purple eyes sparkled with charm, drawing attention to their depth and intensity. Full, plush lips ford a graceful smile, illuminating her face and exuding warmth and charm.
Each aspect of her seed perfect, creating a supernatural beauty that left an indelible impression on all who beheld her. He couldn't help but be captivated by her and continued to watch the rmaid girl.
As his gaze lingered on her, she suddenly turned in his direction. Catching his gaze, Aurelia flashed him a glowing smile that stole his breath. Her smile illuminated the entire arena, and her charm utterly enchanted him.
Montarily, ti seed to stand still as they locked eyes and exchanged a silent admiration. Feeling a rush of warmth spread through him, Archer couldn't help but return her smile with a slight nod of appreciation.
It was a small gesture expressing his admiration for her beauty and confidence. Aurelia continued on her way, her smile lingering in Archer's mind until Teuila nudged him, breaking his reverie.
"She likes you, Arch, and I an hardcore, " Teuila remarked, knowing how he'd react. "All she does is talk to us about you, but there's so bad news. She'sengaged to a Novgorodian Prince."
Archer's initial reaction was anger, but he swiftly suppressed it, his determination shining through, "I'll steal her away, just like I'm going to do with Maeve," he declared firmly, his gaze steely with resolve.
Teuila smiled before revealing sothing, ''We have decided that if you want to pursue Maeve, Aurelia, and Eveline, you can, as we like the three, and even Nefertiti likes them, which is strange as all of them have a soft spot for you.''
When Archer heard this, his eyes widened in surprise, though he quickly answered, ''Oh, really. I knew Maeve liked as much as I did her, but not the others.''
Just as Teuila was about to speak, Hera comnted from behind them, ''You can tell Eveline likes you. It was harder with Aurelia, but it's there. Maybe you should take them on a date? Alone, obviously.''
Archer nodded, ''Definitely. I want to take all of you on a date, but there's not enough ti.''
The sun elf laughed before suggesting an idea: ''Why not take the new girls on a solo date, then take two of us out? That way, we can all spend ti with you without wasting ti.''
Just as Archer was about to reply, his bracelet vibrated as he received a ssage from Aisha back in Draconia: ''Your Majesty. We have a problem. The remaining Valethorn Nobles have rebelled and captured the town of Drakonia while kicking out all our people.''
When Archer heard this, his anger surged, and a wild aura enveloped him. This spurred Teuila to inquire, ''What's wrong, darling?''
Standing up, he responded, ''So foolish nobles dare to rebel against and wish for a painful death at the end of my claws.''
''Are you heading to Draconia?'' Kassandra inquired.
He nodded, ''Yes. Would you and Hera like to accompany ?''
The two girls agreed, and then he turned to Teuila, instructing her, ''Brief upon my return, and please record the girls' fights for .''
[Please let know if you spot any mistakes, and I will edit them. Thank you]
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