Chapter 1086. Dumm Ting

“I, Dumm Ting, will crush you!” the cultivator roared, gaining many boos and disapproving glances from the audience. It seemed that nobody among the cultivators in the audience agreed with his self-proclaimed title.

His roar was only met by Polter's chuckle. “ Who would have thought that that wide chest of yours was only there to bellow empty phrases,” the dwarf sneered.

Grunting, Dumm Ting showered the dwarf in quick jabs, that were all evaded despite his opponent wearing heavy armor. Suddenly, in between the quick combination of punches his muscles suddenly visibly bulged as he wound up and mixed in a lightning-fast, brutal punch.

The audience that had a hard time following the action suddenly heard an audible crunch, followed by Dumm Ting quickly taking his distance from Polter. Only high-level adventurers and cultivators were able to see what happened with their bare eyes, other had to watch the replay of the golem recording.

A fist traveling with incredible speed had been met by a shield covered in a thin layer of silver aura. Deforming on impact with a crunch that could be heard in the whole stadium, it was safe to say that the first lost this encounter.

At the same time, the poleaxe of the little combatant had aimed to lop off the cultivator's ankle, forcing him to quickly take flight. To the onlooker, there seemed to be a clear advantage to one side.

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<Dumm Ting lv.94>

“What a monster...” Polter thought internally, checking his opponent's status with appraisal. Although he could barely see his physical stats, it was enough to make the dwarf think like this.

The cultivator didn't wear any items that increased his strength, but all of his physical attributes were above 400, despite keeping a , albeit ugly, human form! Especially his defense was comparable to his own, wearing the armor.

The dwarf felt reminded of Azotain, the golem he had fought a few days earlier. if there was one difference, then that the cultivator was fighting without a weapon, making the fight easier on Polter, having the range advantage.

Unlike cursed fire, this was a pure dark flame, without anything evil or twisted. Mixed into the blessing was Polter's aura as the polearm demon, raising its damage and speed in addition to the blessing of his god.

“Mountains Crusher!” Dumm Ting exclaimed, his fist clad in red aura. The attack carried a terrifying pressure, literally, the power to crush mountains.

In turn, Polter enveloped himself with the dark flames. After all, he was Shield Saint, a class evolved from a Paladin. Enveloping himself in the power of his guardian deity was the basics. And when the fists descended on him-

“Bind!” Polter used his chance to activate the weapon's skill.

Dumm Ting's body was stopped in his tracks, and his terrifying strike halted. Against his will, he was frozen in a horse stance, his arms stretched out, still aiming for where the dwarf had stood. This wouldn't hold for long, Polter knew this best.

It took less than a second for the cultivator to regain control, but it was too late. Polter jumped in the air, whirling the poleaxed in a <Whirlwind Strike>, he minced the hulk's calves all the way up to his knees, where a final, devastating strike directly sank the axe blade into Dumm Ting's knee, severing the bones and joint, only leaving it attached by a strip of skin.

When Dumm Ting regained control, he was already falling, bellowing in pain, as he crashed onto the arena floor, together with his devastating skill, creating several cracks and a small crater in the rare marble the arena was made of.

Cutting him with the Flames of Oh, the god of everything below, was Polter's way to prevent his freakish healing. With his left knee severed and his lower legs engulfed in the dark flames, Dumm Ting didn't seem like a threat, but Polter had no intention of letting him off.

But his opponent had also no intention of just dying- When Polter came for the final attack, Dumm Ting as if only waiting for the chance, kicked him away. He stood on his hands, using his burning lower leg to sort of roundhouse kick him across the arena...

This fight was still far from over.

“Don't think this is over, little man!” Dumm Ting hollered, rolling away before he got back on his feet at the edge of the arena.