750 Fighting when fate is against them
Lupa did not have the speed to win, yet she had a way of contending with the very fast gladiator. She had the experience ingrained in her body, enough to last a minute or two against soone who was much faster than her.
Speedy relentlessly attacked with wide swings. It beca obvious he needed ti to beco accustod to the newly gained strength, speed, and perception.
Lupa took this opportunity to swing her claws sotis. She managed to scratch his arms, but no matter how deep the wound was, barely any blood oozed out.
Ti was Speedy’s enemy and Lupa’s savior.
Lupa completely focused on deflecting the attacks while using Primial Insight as much as she could. From her eyes and her ears, a tiny bead of blood appeared. She could not keep overexerting her senses for a long ti.
The one who suggested about wasting ti was stuck fighting two mighty opponents at the sa ti. Her feet moved swiftly, and her body sidestepped like a crab walking sideways.
Mimi was slashed, impaled, and killed many tis, yet her body always vanishes. Mimi did not stay on the defensive side this ti. Instead, she countered when she deed it was possible.
Mimi sidestepped Slaveone’s attack. She swung her buckler with blood on its edges. The sharp edges made by her blood manipulation beca sharp enough to cut the large swole gladiator’s chest.
Mimi could win at this rate was the thought many had, but what happened next shocked all of the audience and made Vald clench his fist hard enough for the veins on his hand to bulge.
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Slaveone took a step back and let aty relentlessly attack Mimi in his stead. The blood stopped flowing during these couple of seconds, and the muscles strangely shifted.
Everyone could see the wound forced itself to close. It was a thod much different than healing. Additionally, Slaveone didn’t appear to have felt much pain.
Mimi sidestepped and stabbed aty multiple tis in his shoulder. A frown appeared on her face when she noticed her opponent’s muscles closed each and every injury in the blink of an eye. Furthermore, she was perplexed by how much force she had to put in her arms to pierce his skin.
Mimi was in a pickle. She fought with a sharp rapier, but the blade was thin. No matter how much she swung her rapier, the wound she inflicted was gradually becoming her downfall.
Vincent and Punchingbag exchanged strikes. Every ti the fist covered in hardened mutated blood crashed against the shield used as a boxing glove, a loud ringing sound was produced alongside a couple of sparks.
Vincent could barely keep up with Punchingbag. If it wasn’t for Kazumi predicting most of his attacks based on his movent, Vincent would be on the ground with a deep bruise on his body.
Fortunately for Vincent, he could not feel his fingers, hands, and forearms. He could keep trying to brute force a win, or as he was trying to make it seem.
Vincent knew what he was doing was futile. He knew the gladiator in front of him could recover from an injury. Furthermore, he heard from Kazumi that Lupa and Mimi’s opponents were moving their muscles to close all of their wounds.
Behind the four fighters were Awa and Night. Awa had just landed on the bear’s stomach with a devastating dive kick. She shouted “Quake” before the sound of rocks breaking loudly sounded.
Awa extended her hand to her left, and a shadow line was attached to it. Awa was swiftly pulled. She managed to evade being impaled by a graveyard of earth spikes by the nick of ti. Or so everyone believed.
Awa and Night could share the sa vision. More accurately, the two of them could perceive Awa’s field of view, Night’s field of view, and the dark ball up in the sky field of view. It ant they knew each other’s location at all tis.
Awa rode Night and circled around the huge bear with a stomach covered in earth spikes. The longer the fight dragged on, the more the bear looked like a porcupine.
Night stopped running. Awa jumped down. She patted Night’s head and said, “Let’s use the technique Kazumi nad. Let’s use Mirror’s Shadow.”
Night nodded before its mare’s body inflated. After exploding into a dark cloud, the darkness stopped spreading. It started to quickly collect in the sa place. As the dark cloud becos smaller and smaller, a new body being condensed could be seen.
Everyone could soon see Night standing beside Awa. The dark knight Awa had beco at the start of the fight stood beside her.
It was an incredible sight to behold. It also caused a lot of people to wonder if the armor was empty inside.
“Ladies and gentlen! The fight has been split into five, yet all of them are too interesting to stay focused on one fight. This makes and many wonders if the judgnt by combat should have been one on one fights.”
“Regardless, we have the blade dance fight, the nonstop moving of blades and claws fight, the brawlers’ fight, the two n trying hitting on one woman fight, and the towering beast against two dark ants fight.”
“Egidio Faulkner, how about you tell what are your top three fights?” Darwin asked before adding, “I bet the ones where the gladiators are acting strangely overly aggressive as if they do not know how to strategize anymore.”
The representative of the five noble families frowned at what Darwin was insinuating. He did not like how Darwin ntioned sothing was wrong with them.
“Hmm. Third place is Mimi Lionheart against aty and Slaveone. Second is Awa Lionheart, her horse now wearing bipedal armor, the plant familiar, and the now huge grizzly bear familiar. The first is Ester Lionheart and Bloody’s fight.”
Ester beca astonished she was capturing the comntator’s attention more than the others. On the other hand, Lupa would’ve complained if it wasn’t for Primial Insight making her expressionless.
“However, I have noticed the gladiators are indeed acting strange...”
“Nonsense!” The representative exclaid, interrupting the comntator. “I heard they have never used their skill because it drains their life. Not to ntion watching a berserker use their class-specific skill is a rare sight.”
*Boom* Two loud sounds occurred at the sa ti. It caused the audience to look at the center of the field.
Awa and a lot of hardened earth were falling on the left of the bear, while Night and a lot of hardened earth were falling on the right side of the bear. The two of them looked the sa up to the point of landing simultaneously. They were like mirrors or doppelgangers.
Awa and Night raised their leg one eighty degrees as if they had no bones in their bodies in their current shadow silhouette form. Two shadow lines swiftly attached to the bear’s chin.
The bear moved its large arms on instinct. It swung its paws down to cut the shadow line, but it was too late to try. The mont Awa and Night swung their legs down at the sa ti, their bodies shot like a bullet.
*Boom* Awa and Night landed a powerful kick at the center of the bear’s paws.
Awa and Night lost their montum and began falling. On the other hand, the bear’s arms were pushed upwards.
Awa and Night did not let this opportunity pass by. They kicked backward and shot their bodies at the bear’s chin. Soon, both attacks landed at the sa ti.
However, an unexpected thing occurred. What happened next caused the audience to gasp and Awa’s parents to almost faint from worry.
Dozens upon dozens of earth spikes, mostly covered with yellow blood, extended from the bear’s chin, up to the point of wondering if the bear had a lower jaw anymore.
Under the bear’s chin was a cloud of dust. There was falling debris. Soon appeared Awa and Night falling. Their bodies were in a bad state. Their bodies had a lot of holes, making the audience believe Awa and Night were dead.
Tendrils rose from the ground. They caught Awa and Night before forming a defensive do to protect them. Other tendrils started wrapping around the bear’s feet to buy ti.
[Vincent. Awa is in danger. She might die if the bear attacks the floating dark ball.]
Vincent frowned. He clenched his fist charged with a lot of condensed mana and threw a punch at Punchingbag. Although it looked like one of his previous punches, this one was different. It was packed with a surprise the receiver did not expect to receive.
*Clang!* The mont the force entered the shield, it bent around the gladiator’s fist. The force fractured each and every finger. The force kept moving further inside the hand, causing the bones to also fracture.
Punchingbag was pushed a couple of steps back. His shoulder was tilted backward, and his arm had taken a lot of damage.
However, Punchingbag did not show any expression other than keeping his angered frown at all tis.
Punchingbag casually moved his body and moved his shoulder back into position. He moved his arm as if it was not injured or as if he could only feel so of the pain.
Vincent moved his head to look at the center of the field. He could see Zero trying its best to move the tendrils it had available to by Awa and Night ti to recover their shadow bodies. He also noticed the dark ball gradually moving away from the huge bear.
[I think you are fine for now. But we better hurry, or it might be different next ti.]
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