Chapter 1087. Saint's Charge

Standing on one leg at the edge of the arena, his gaze pierced Polter, who was recovering from the kick to his guts. In an immense act of sheer will, Dumm Ting ripped away the burning flesh without so much as a grunt, shocking the audience with the graphic display of self-control.

In a quick motion, he swallowed a pill from the pouch on his belt. A fine haze surrounded him, as the wounds started closing at a speed that it looked like his flesh had gained its own spirit and started molding itself back into shape.

Even his nearly severed leg also recovered at break-neck speed, dousing the last small flames that were still burning in the wound. there was some commotion from the audience, but Umi Kaldrops shook her head, giving commentary.

“You know the rules, there are no rules in the arena. the only restriction is that participants can't meddle with each other off-stage,” she reminded the people with a wink.

The dwarf was back on his feet, but he didn't recover in time to stop Dumm Ting's actions. Although the attack that catapulted him away seemed haphazard, it had dealt quite a bit of damage to his armor and left him momentarily stunned.

But Dumm Ting wasn't the only one who had some time and drugs on his hands. Since his opponent openly used doping, Polter saw no reason not to do it himself. He downed a jug of Ironheart Stout which improved his defense and all of his resistance and stamina.

Seeing the dwarf imitate Dumm Ting's actions, calmed whoever was still feeling a little peeved about the cultivator's shameless drug abuse.

He was almost done, when he saw his opponent charge at him. it didn't seem like he would be given the courtesy to finish his drink in peace, well, it didn't matter. With a practice swing, lacking any superfluous motion, the jug took flight aiming for Dumm Ting's face with utmost precision.

The ultimate insult among dwarfs, throwing a not empty jug into the other's face. Surprised the muscle mountain dodged the not-so-hidden projectile, only to find the peak of the poleaxe aiming for his face.

Polter left his defense to the shield, floating around him, while he concentrated on the offense. Mixing faints with actual attacks, he drove the giant back again. It wasn't just his proficiency, but also the vital points he was aiming for.

It was safe to say, that increasing his size was not to Dumm Ting's advantage, as he brought his ...family jewels to the perfect height for the poleaxe to aim for from time to time. After several minutes of back and forth evading the cowardly attacks, the cultivators seemed to have enough.RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

With several back flips he increased the distance between them, quick enough that Polter couldn't rush after him, not even with his charge skill. Dumm Ting made several hand seals before playing his palms together and releasing a deep breath.

Then he started talking, his voice becoming louder and louder, growing more hysterical.

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<Dumm Ting lv.150(Boss)>

His opponent had suddenly grown to become a monster, gaining over 50 levels, and was even recognized as a boss mob by the system. The tremendous rise in power became apparent in their fight.

Polter was struggling a lot, while his opponent kept growing stronger as time went on. Despite his attacks becoming easier to predict, it didn't help a lot, since Polter was not quick enough to really use his knowledge.

The strike kept coming faster and faster, although he tried utilizing the black flames, Dumm Ting simply resisted, as his fists kept crashing against the dwarf's shields and armor. Polter could feel it the moment before it happened.

His bulwark, the relic shield that had kept all attacks away from him, gave in! It was an inaudible crack, as all the accumulated damage connected and-

An unstoppable fist aimed for his life. He saw it as if it was in slow motion. Crashing through his shield, aura, and barrier, it formed into a claw and ripped away the armor and flesh on the left of his rib cage. He could feel his flesh and muscle tear with excruciating clarity.

But he didn't lose his cool, he wasn't dying yet. Raising his broken shield he activated <Saint's Charge> for a last devastating strike. In a ray of bright light, the dwarf shot at the monstrosity to take its life.

The poleaxe stretched forward, aiming for Dumm Ting's heart, Polter attempted a last valiant charge, yet- A monstrous hand slapped away the polearm with a force that ripped it from Polter's grip. The poleaxe clattered across the arena, quickly followed by its owner, who received a bone-crunching kick.

His right arm he used to block the kick was broken, but he landed close to the poleaxe. he started crawling toward it when he felt a terrible pain in his lower leg. Looking back, the red hulk stomped his leg. It was broken with his foot turned in an unnatural angle. Still, Polter just grunted.

“You are playing tough, huh? Don't worry, this is far from over. I will use my remaining time to give you a “hero's” death,” Dumm Ting whispered with wicked glee. The dwarf was a realist and he realised he was fighting a vastly superior sadist.

“I g-” he wanted to give up, not giving the cultivator a chance to further humiliate him, but a vicious bitch slap broke his jaw. The next minutes were filled with agonizing pain until his sight finally went dark.

The next thing he knew was that he woke up at the respawn point. He had lost terribly. He was actually eliminated in the first round...