"Back off!" Blood Claw waved at his guard corps, directing them to retreat a bit further.
Both of them had colossal statures exceeding eight ters tall. Once they started fighting, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it would be earth-shattering, and the impact wouldn’t be contained within a small area.
Not only on the Hobgoblin’s side but also the orcs and trolls from the Beast Demon Tribe retreated imdiately. They were well aware of their clan leader’s combat style — once excited or berserk, he wouldn’t discriminate between friend and foe.
Blood Claw walked towards the arena while unsheathing his colossal longsword.
As the longsword left its sheath, the surrounding fire elents imdiately beca highly active, gathering towards it from all directions.
With a heavy swing, whoosh, the colossal longsword burst into flas, transforming into a Fla Greatsword.
This sword, known as the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword, was a masterpiece custom-made by the legendary blacksmith Giharin Clan Leader, truly a mortal peak creation.
It possessed four major magical traits: sharp, fla burst, enemy-breaking, and chasing.
Sharp and fla burst, these two abilities speak for themselves: one makes it sharper, while the other grants it additional fire damage.
The enemy-breaking ability is quite specific, indicating that this weapon was designed for a particular type of creature, having a restraining effect, possibly due to its design or a special poison, or perhaps just magical forces at play.
Anyway, once hit, it would inflict additional magical damage, and its target is the orcs.
The chasing trait endows it with an acceleration spell-like ability, allowing it to move faster during swings, giving an effect similar to landing an additional blow.
No matter how one looked at it, the specificity of the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword was unmistakably strong.
The fla damage from the fla burst could counter the Troll’s regeneration ability.
Enemy-breaking specifically targets the orcs.
Both of these apply to the Half-Ogre, and coupled with its sharpness and speed...
King Wuerkrna’s gaze towards it was one of irrepressible greed, and he added: "Let’s add another condition to our wager, the weapons on both sides... whoever wins gets the other’s weapon!"
Comparatively, the orcish giant axe in his hand seed clearly inferior.
With a rough style and crude craftsmanship, its entire body was pitch-black, resembling a massive rough-cast block forcibly molded into shape.
As the king of the Beast Demon Tribe, Wuerkrna couldn’t possibly wield an ordinary item.
It exuded a cold aura, with nurous ice elents gathering around it, mixed with faint traces of crimson power.
It possessed at least the dual abilities of ice burst and blood light.
"Alright." Blood Claw agreed readily.
This seemingly disadvantageous deal might not truly be a loss for him.
His Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword possessed a colossal size, infused with magical elents.
Its core was actually a large hand-and-a-half sword, with fine gold traits endowed by General Gaven’s fine gold art, made from fine gold alloy.
The Half-Ogre’s weapon was different, likely a standard colossal weapon, with a majority of its magical attributes stemming from brute material accumulation — a massive block of Cold Iron.
In the hands of that legendary blacksmith, it could definitely be reforged into four or five high-quality large cold iron weapons, or a dozen dium-sized weapons.
The significance of size differentiation for magic weapons mainly lies in accommodating various shapeshifting spells, allowing them to transform within certain size ranges by default.
For example, a dium-sized one can beco small or large, while a small one can only beco extra-small or dium, and so on.
If Blood Claw acquired another giant transformation ability, entering a giant state, his Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword wouldn’t transform accordingly and would be as unwieldy as a dagger.
"Straightforward! I like straightforward folks!" The Half-Ogre laughed heartily as he charged towards Blood Claw with large steps.
Using the montum of his charge, the Cold Iron Orc Giant Axe ca down heavily.
No one dared to question the power of that axe.
Might cos naturally with size.
Even an ordinary person, if they had an eight-ter stature, would experience a sixteen-fold increase in strength, a punch enough to kill an ox.
Let alone soone like King Wuerkrna, a talented and seasoned legendary orc warrior, whose strength and constitution definitely both reached legendary status.
Blood Claw avoided a direct clash, suddenly sidestepping to escape the axe’s edge, moving to his flank.
The Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword cleaved heavily towards the right arm of the Half-Ogre, intending to disable one of his arms first.
Bam!
The Half-Ogre, mid-charge, stomped forcefully to co to an abrupt halt, stubbornly stopping his charge. Rather than evading, he rushed towards Blood Claw, charging into the swinging Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword.
Thud!
This sword landed a solid hit.
However, instead of striking the originally aid shoulder, it landed on King Wuerkrna’s thick shoulder and back.
The sharp Fine Gold Greatsword felt as if it struck through ten layers of stacked old oxhide, the sensation of the cut unusually sluggish.
After piercing through, the fully engorged, prominently raised thick muscle layer awaited beneath.
These muscle layers seed almost sentient, constantly quivering, forming a unique compressive force that dispersed more than half of the striking power of the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword.
After cutting through, it was barely able to continue, and once it collided with the massive bones of the Half-Ogre, there was no strength left to penetrate further.
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