Thok visibly flinched the mont I called his na.
The idiot had apparently been trying to avoid my attention by standing behind the troll as if that would sohow make him invisible to , but there was no way he could escape my senses.
And there was definitely no way I was forgetting his nonsense that easily.
"So," I said while leaning back slightly, "my goblin Thok would like to challenge you, Veyra."
Veyra turned her head toward him calmly.
anwhile, Thok looked like he’d just been sentenced to death.
He swallowed hard before slowly nodding, clearly not daring to reject in front of everyone.
"Alright, Thok," I said with a grin. "Make proud."
He did not, in fact, make proud.
The fight ended so quickly that it barely even felt like a fight.
The mont it started, Thok rushed forward, trying to overwhelm Veyra imdiately, but she sidestepped him with almost insulting ease before striking him once in the stomach hard enough to fold his body forward.
Before he could recover, she swept his legs out from under him and slamd him onto the arena floor.
Less than five seconds.
That was all it took.
The entire arena went quiet for a second before several goblins burst into laughter.
Thok groaned from the ground in humiliation while Veyra simply stepped back calmly as if nothing noteworthy had happened.
I stared at him for a mont before slowly shaking my head in disappointnt.
Instead of focusing on getting stronger, the idiot had spent most of his ti building himself a harem.
Absolutely shaless.
Surprisingly, the next goblin to step into the arena was Doro.
He looked far calr than the others had during their matches, simply standing in the center of the arena before asking if anyone else wanted a fight.
Dribb imdiately opened his mouth to accept, of course.
At this point, I was convinced he would challenge a mountain if it looked at him the wrong way.
But since he had already fought earlier, I stopped him and let Gobbo take the match instead.
The mont both of them faced each other properly, I noticed sothing interesting.
They both possessed earth-type abilities.
Still, despite the similarity in affinity, the difference in combat style between them beca obvious almost imdiately after the fight began.
Doro’s ability was far more suited for mid to long-range combat.
Gobbo’s wasn’t.
The mont the match started, chunks of stone began rising around Doro before launching toward Gobbo one after another with enough force to crack the arena floor whenever they missed.
Gobbo activated [Stone Plate] almost instantly, thick layers of stone wrapping around his body like armor while he pushed forward through the attacks.
But that was the problem.
Both [Stone Plate] and his second skill line, [Bone Forge], were heavily defense-oriented abilities.
They made him tougher. Heavier.
Harder to bring down.
But not faster.
And against soone like Doro, who clearly understood spacing and kept creating distance every ti Gobbo tried getting close, that weakness beca painfully obvious.
Gobbo simply wasn’t fast enough to close the gap properly.
Which ant there was almost no realistic way for him to win unless Doro made a mistake first.
Watching the fight made the flaw in his build painfully obvious to .
If he couldn’t move fast enough to reach his opponent, then all that durability would eventually beco aningless against certain types of enemies.
Especially ranged fighters.
Against a mage-type opponent capable of constantly creating distance and attacking from afar, Gobbo would struggle badly because he lacked the mobility needed to pressure them properly.
A close-combat fighter, on the other hand, would have an absolutely miserable ti trying to bring him down.
Gobbo was practically a walking fortress once he fully armored himself.
But a fortress was still useless if nobody entered its range.
I was definitely going to need to give him sothing mobility-related later. Not necessarily raw speed, but at least a skill that helped him close distances more effectively.
And apparently, Gobbo had already co to the sa realization himself.
After another failed attempt to corner Doro, he eventually stopped and waved a hand dismissively.
"This fight is boring," he grumbled before giving up the match entirely.
The crowd laughed lightly at that while Doro stepped back calmly.
Not long after, Zonk entered the arena and challenged Doro next.
The mont he activated his skill, however, the atmosphere shifted slightly.
A blood-red aura spread around his arm, thick and familiar.
And instantly, the reactions from Caius’ followers changed.
Several of the newcors widened their eyes in visible shock because they recognized it imdiately.
It was the sa blood-type skill line Kharos had used earlier.
Murmurs imdiately began spreading through their group afterward as more of them stared toward now instead of the arena.
That alone pretty much confird it for them.
That I could really transfer skill lines.
I did not doubt that realization filled many of them with anticipation at the possibility that, soday in the future, I might consider giving them new skills as well.
Of course, they’d have to earn it first.
I wasn’t about to start handing out skill lines for free.
Still, noticing the occasional glances being thrown my way made it difficult not to feel a little proud of myself.
Caius seed to notice it too because after observing the atmosphere around the arena for a mont, he turned toward and said,
"I have to admit, having a tournant was a great idea. Everyone’s far less tense now."
"It’s all thanks to the hot-headed goblin over there," I replied while gesturing toward Dribb.
At that mont, Dribb was loudly cheering from the sidelines like an absolute lunatic as Zonk fought inside the arena.
Zonk’s battle against Doro was already far more interesting than Gobbo’s had been.
Unlike Gobbo, who relied heavily on defense and direct confrontation, Zonk fought more like a ranger, constantly moving, changing angles, and refusing to stay in one place long enough for Doro to properly lock onto him.
And his blood ability complented that style perfectly.
The blood surrounding Zonk’s arms shifted...
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