They already endured enough that no amount of mockery would make them blink. Words had long since lost their weight in a place like this. Pain, survival, and power...those were the only things that mattered in this shit hole.
Yet there were always a few who let victory swell their heads... The more they won, the more arrogance consud them, just like the troll rampaging across the arena.
It was almost ironic. Trolls were known for having small brains, yet their egos could grow large enough to swallow reasons entirely...
Boom!!
The troll abruptly stopped its stance and launched into a frenzy, swinging its massive club to the insect’s . Every strike crushed the crimson sand beneath it sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Those unfortunate enough to get caught in its path was obliterated instantly, bodies reduced to bloody paste...
Blood splattered in all possible angle...soaking into the sand and turning it darker shade of red with every swat and swing ..
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The arena turnend into chaos as slaves scattered in all directions most moved without thought like headless chickens, only to et their bitter demise.
Quinn’s attention was not on the troll because a being is approaching so fast at his direction...
"Ah... here we go." Quinn muttered under his breath. He never truly expected to escape the carnage unfolding around him. In a place like this, there was always soone sharper, faster, or more dangerous than the rest.
And this one was coming straight for him.
The ground trembled faintly as a hulking beast approached, its presence impossible to ignore...Roughly 2 ters in length and stood almost a ter high, really a towering beast.
The usual faint chi echoed in Quinn’s mind.
Ting.
[Race: Blood Wolf]
[Rank: Tier 2 – Adept (Low Tier)]
Its body was cloaked entirely in crimson fur, as though it had been drenched in blood from birth.
Yet Quinn only smiled.
"So you’re eager to die already?" he murmured,while cracking his neck.
"Fine. I’ll grant your wish."
The surrounding Tier 3 elites barely spared the wolf a glance, their attention shifted only when they realized its target.
A re Tier 1, basically an insect, in their eyes...interest faded seeing the pitiful struggle of an insect..
Hell! Why would they concern themselves with sothing insignificant?
Still, none of them let their guard down, they’re just stood watching the the inevitable struggle’s of those insect.
....
The wolf struck after reaching Quinn..
Boom!!
Its impact cratered the ground within a 3 ter radius sending sands flying in all directions, that force alone was enough to crush most opponents instantly..
"Hmm... Not bad." Quinn said calmly as he distanced himself from the impact.
The wolf let out a low growl, its crimson eyes locked onto him.
"So its just a beast... mindless one at that." Quinn continued, tilting his head slightly.
"I wonder if your core will be worth taking.."
The wolf lunged again without pausing, its claws tearing through the air...
Swosshh!
Quinn moved with sidestep while shifting his body just enough to avoid each attack...his movents were precise as though he could already predict the wolf’s actions.
Gasps rippled through the colosseum...they didn’t expect the rat to keep up with the onslaught.
Even the spectators who had been distracted monts ago turned their heads, their curiosity piqued.
Watching a so called insect evade a Tier 2 predator so cleanly was not sothing they saw every day even elites narrowed their eyes.
Elites could challenge opponents above their rank when they’re still tier 1, but let’s not forget that those elites are categorized as high-spectrum being scompared to humans..
Quinn exhaled slowly.
’So I really have gotten stronger’ he thought.
"Its movents... they quite slow."
The wolf lunged again.
Quinn didn’t retreat this ti as planted his feet firmly beneath the sands while pulling his arm back as his muscles coiled like a spring...
"Let’s end this in one strike...."
Boom!!
The sound that followed was deafening, echoing across the entire colosseum. The force of the punch tore through the air itself... Scattering a massive cloud of sand and dust that obscured everything from view...
For a mont, there was nothing but silence..
Then the dust began to settle for everyone to see..
What remained stunned everyone...so even gasped.
Half of the Blood Wolf’s body was simply gone... From head to tail, it was completely obliterated. Only its legs remained, standing grotesquely in place before collapsing lifelessly to the ground...
Silence gripped the colosseum...even the rampaging slaves paused for a brief mont, their attention drawn to the aftermath of that single strike...
At the center of it all stood Quinn...Not even a single scratch marred his body...
A Tier 2 had been killed instantly.
Quinn paid no attention to the stares. He stepped forward, crouched beside the remains, and collected sothing from within the carcass... it’s the core!!Without hesitation, he pocketed it like nothing happened..
Then he simply vanished again..
To most of the Tier 2 slaves, Quinn just disappeared like that. But the elites saw through it easily, their senses cannot be fooled by re lowly skill..
Still, it did not concern them much...
The arena was vast, stretching a kiloter wide. There was more than enough space for chaos to unfold without imdiate confrontation...
Yet many of them turned their gaze toward Quinn their expressions darkening on what they saw...on the other hand the silhouette’s above erupted into deafening chants.
"OUR DARK HORSE! THE RISING STAR! CHEER FOR DEFIER!" The host’s voice bood across the colosseum, amplifying the excitent.
"DEFIER! DEFIER! DEFIER!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The chants grew louder, feeding into the frenzy but Quinn ignored all of it...
If Quinn died instead of the Blood Wolf... then they would surely glorify the Wolf... so he didn’t really give a shit...
Still, a grin spread across his face.The core he obtained would be valuable...especially for Lyra.
Without wasting ti, he secured it and prepared to move again, but before he could act...sothing descended from above like a teor!!
BOOM!
"HELL!... that was close..." Quinn cursed as he barely evaded the full blast impact impact.
Even so, he wasn’t able to escape unscathed. A sharp pain shot through his arm as three claw marks tore into his flesh as blood flowed..
A voice followed.
"Impressive. You managed to evade my surprise attack."
Quinn lifted his gaze.
As the dust settled, a towering figure erged...nearly 3 ters tall, its presence overwhelming. Muscles rippled beneath its form, and its eyes glead with intelligence and brutality.
The host’s voice rang out again, filled with excitent.
"OH, LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE! IT’S FANG!"
Quinn steadied himself, ignoring the pain in his arm... standing before him was true elite...it was the werewolf, Fang
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