CHRONICLE GODSFALL
Bloody Ring
According to the standards of the wastelands, the woman on the platform was truly amazingly beautiful. Although her skin was a bit rough, she had an incredible figure, and the cleavage she showed was enough to make any man go wild with fantasy. She wore very little, just enough to cover her most sensitive parts while occasionally revealing them, and her slender legs were barely covered by tattered silk stockings. From top to bottom, he was very pampering to the eyes.
His eyes were mesmerizing, while his movements were seductive and seductive. As he walked, he swung his hips in a very exaggerated manner, causing the people who saw him to follow him with their gazes.
With someone like him standing on the platform, everyone's attention was fixed to the center of the room.
“Sorry to keep you all waiting so long! The next duel for today is between Benson of the guard troops and the notorious hunter Tram. Both are the pride fighters of our base. Who will win? Let's see and see!”
After giving a brief introduction, the seductive woman hurriedly retreated from the stage as an animalistic cry began to sound from the entire room.
Two muscular men wearing pants surrounded by another entourage came out from the crowd. Each of them wore tattered robe robes, and none of them carried weapons or defensive items. They don't wear boxing gloves or helmet. After moving to stand on the dueling ring, they simultaneously removed their tattered robes, revealing their powerful muscles and sculpted physique. Both appear very similar in size and shape, but one is white while the other is black.
The two bowed slightly to each other, but the two stared at each other unblinkingly as they entered a fighting position. The dangerous aura emanating from the two of them spoke clearly about what type of person they were; not only were they extremely experienced warriors who had experienced many battles, they were not, they are also the type of people who take the lives of others if the opportunity arises.
Cloudhawk witnessed all of this, somewhat confused. Right at this moment ... clang! A copper gong was suddenly struck, frightening Cloudhawk from his wits. Right at that moment, the two muscular warriors let out a savage growl as they charged at each other like a pair of stepping rhinos.
The black man was the first to deliver a heavy blow. Whooshing sound! The white man pretended to open up to provoke the attack, only to make sure that it missed. The white man then gave a crushing knee strike to the black man's stomach, and the black man instantly bent down, curled up like a shrimp. The white man then gave the right elbow to the black man's back.
Two consecutive attacks caused internal injuries that were so heavy that blood instantly spilled out from the black man's mouth. One could imagine how heavy these two punches were! One last elbow dropped the black man to the ground.
"YES!" The white man howled furiously as he lifted his leg, then slammed it down. The black man hurriedly flipped back to dodge, and the hardwood plank right in front of him collapsed by the force of that stampede. The white man did not stop his attack; after missing his first stomp, he kicked straight out of the collapsed floorboard and hit the black man, he said, dropped him into the corner of the ring with splinters all over his body.
The white man pounced forward, about to suppress the attack, but the fallen black man actually hooked his legs, caught the white man off guard and dropped him to the ground. The black man hurriedly flipped over and got up, then pounced towards the white man like a leopard. He grabbed the white man, then smashed him into one of the dueling ring posts like a monk hitting a gong.
The explosion! The entire ring trembled, and a large amount of blood began to flow out from the white man's head. The black man took the opportunity to kick the white man into the rope, even causing the strong rope to bend backwards. Just as the white man was about to bounce off the rope, the black man let go of another vicious kick.
Bang out! Blood flowed from the white man's mouth, spraying the faces of the people below with a bloody mist. This seemed to energize and excite the crowd, making them shout more excitedly as a frenzied roar swept through the crowd!
The crowd's screams seemed to help the dizzy white man get back on his feet. He shook his head violently, then let out a hoarse and inhuman scream from his bloodied lips. Turning around, he used a rope to catapult him forward like an arrow. As the black man charged towards him with another kick, the white man suddenly grabbed the black man's leg with both hands and then threw it to the ground… then hit his feet hard. THE CRACK!
The black man screamed in pain as his leg was broken. The white man then reached out and grabbed the black man's head, then slammed the back of his head into the ground. Once, twice, three times.The black man's eyes rolled as he lost consciousness, with blood flowing out from each of his holes.
A tidal wave of screams swept through the room, and they all shouted the same thing! "KILL HIM! KILL HER! KILL HER!"
Waves of crying seemed to serve as a catalyst, spurring the white man into greater savagery. His punch flew out like raindrops in a storm, smashing into the black man's face endlessly as if he was venting a hidden fury. Looks like that black man killed his father or something! Blood splattered everywhere, bringing joyous and sickening brutality in this fight.
Just a few seconds later, the black man had been beaten to an unrecognizable pulp! The white man lifted the half-dead black man over his head, letting out a series of growls from his bloodied mouth. He was like a victorious lion proclaiming dominance over his territory.
"TRAM! THE TRAM! THE TRAM!" The entire room exploded with celebratory cheers! The white man lowered the black man's back above his knee, violently. A terrifying sound from the broken bones could be heard as the spine of the black man broke. The white man then casually threw the black man out of the dueling ring.
Again, everyone cheered happily. As for those who lost the bet on the black man, they began to issue curses. Some of them started clawing at the maids, dragging them to a nearby private room to vent their frustrations.
"It was a really exciting fight!" An alluring voice rang out as the seductive woman wearing silk stockings once again stepped into the ring. “Next, we have a very special program for you. Let's welcome our newest newbie to the arena!”
Now, Cloudhawk had a completely confused look on his face. Oh, shit ... is this his job? No wonder no one wants this job. This is suicide! Cloudhawk immediately shouted, “I stop! I'm going home!"
“Stop? Not your call!” The black guard by his side sneered, a disgusting expression on his face. "The Lodge Rules say that if you breach your contract, you lose your hand." He took out a machete, then glanced at Cloudhawk threateningly. Several other burly guards walked over as well.
This time, he was in serious trouble! Cloudhawk never imagined something like this would happen. The black man who had fought in the dueling ring was now lying right next to Cloudhawk. His face was completely destroyed, his nose was broken, his teeth were dislodged, his jaw was sprained, and his spine was broken. Even if he survived, he was nothing more than a useless cripple.
He was a very skilled fighter, but he was still beaten to such a state. How could a small man like Cloudhawk possibly withstand the blow from that big white man?
The black guard grabbed Cloudhawk, then threw him into the dueling ring. Cloudhawk landed on the bloodied wooden board with a thud, then frantically climbed to his feet. The lights on it dazzled him, and the cries of the crowd completely boomed.
“CRUSH HIM! DESTROY HER! DESTROY HIM!”
The hell, we're both in completely different weight classes! It was like a giant gorilla fighting a skinny monkey! Is there any point in a battle like this?
Of course there is!
There was entertainment in watching the fight between two evenly matched opponents. There is also entertainment in watching a fight where one opponent is stronger than the other. Everyone wanted to hear the sound of bones crackling! They wanted to smell the blood, bathe in it, hear the cries of weak beginners in pain. This is the entertainment point!
The woman wearing silk stockings watched as Cloudhawk was thrown into the arena, there was not the slightest bit of pity in her eyes. He smiled as he said, “The time for our next appearance has arrived! More exciting, more bloody, and even more fun parties for your eyes await you. Are you all ready?”
“CRUSH HIM! DESTROY HER! DESTROY HIM!”
The arena was surrounded by frenzied, twisted, yet faceless faces. No sign of human decency or rationality could be seen in those eyes. They were like wolves that wanted to drink blood, wanted to slaughter, wanted to vent their own vexation.
Several guards using machetes stood under the ring, staring intently at Cloudhawk. If Cloudhawk dared to escape from the dueling platform, the end result would be that they would hack it to death with their machetes.
Dirt. I was tricked again! But it's too late to regret.
Tram glanced at the small figure with disdain. This child was probably a generation younger than him. How could he possibly be interested in fighting against a person like this? And judging from the young features of the boy and the look of terror in his eyes, he might have never experienced an actual battle before. The battle had yet to begin, but the boy was already at the point of destruction. For Tram to fight someone like this was actually rather embarrassing and humiliating!
Still, the man had to eat. Tram must kill the boy, and will do so in the most brutal, sickening, and most entertaining way he can. This will be one of the most exciting shows the inn will hold today, and shows like this are what the inns rely on to attract more customers!
Tram wiped the blood off his face, but only managed to make himself look more menacing. She laughs. “Hei boy. I'll break your bones, one by one. Enjoy the next few seconds of life!”
Cloudhawk has endured all kinds of abuse over the past month. Although she felt a bit scared, she felt even more angry at the injustice of it all, and she stared back at Tram and shouted, "Go, fuck your mother!"
Instantly, everyone around him exploded with cheers. Hey, the rookie seems a little grumpy! This makes it a little different from the children that are usually sent to be killed.
“Place your bets, everyone! Place your bets on how long this beginner can last. One minute, two minutes, or even three minutes!?” The red-nosed owner beamed happily as he started the bet. Every time he held one of these glasses, he could earn a large amount of cash. All the lodging customers began to place their bets, causing the scene to become even more lively.
"Are you all ready?" The seductive woman wearing silk stockings licked her lips in a seductive manner, then announced, "Let the show begin!" Swinging her hips, she left the ring. Clangs! The bronze gong was struck once again.
Cloudhawk suddenly shot forward like a leopard, landing a kick right in the middle of Tram's chest and making him stagger backward. This attack contained more power than anyone imagined, and even someone as powerful as Tram found it hard to withstand it.
A collective 'oh' sounded from the crowd.
Tram never imagined that this would happen. His eyes bulged in shock as he staggered backwards, almost falling to the ground. He hurriedly propped himself up with one hand, only to realize that a fist was right in front of his face.
The boy had amazing speed and strength. He looked so weak that strong winds could blow him away. How could he be this strong? The most shocking thing of all was, just a moment ago the boy had a look of fear on his face, almost as if he was a helpless little kitten. Now, he seemed to have turned into a leopard!
Tram was able to dodge this attack, but was only able to do it in a very awkward manner. After missing his first punch, Cloudhawk jumped up and used his own head to gore at Tram at the base of his nose.
Cloudhawk has spent every day of the past month being used as a punching bag by mercenaries, but he has learned a few things as well. He had already learned some of the most basic fighting techniques, at the very least!
Tram could feel his nose breaking, and tears inevitably began to flow out of his eyes. Cloudhawk did not give him a chance to recover at all. Cloudhawk raised his right arm, then dealt a powerful blow to Tram's lower jaw. His thin little arms contained incredible strength, almost breaking Tram's jaw completely!
