Chapter 380 4-3-3 Gulakta Ring Formation!

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Chapter 380 4-3-3 Gulakta Ring Formation!

In the seventh arena, Grand Elder Broddy jumped down after announcing the start of the match, as it was pretty crowded there. Indeed, the eleven princes were spitefully eyeing Prince Zokaka, standing confidently in the center of the stage. None spouted any nonsense though like any other day because today, they all had witnessed how strong Zokaka was. Without further ado, they all pulled out their swords, some hammers, and some short spears, brandishing them as if they were about to face a ferocious dragon.

'This bastard is freakishly strong! A real wolf in sheep's clothing. We must stop him.' The same thought crossed their minds. However, as they were thinking of a plan to subdue the Seventh Prince, the first to act was Prince Jagatva, who dashed with a war cry, hammering at him. Clothing with a deep fiery red hue of Origin chi, the war hammer came down on Zokaka's head. "Daring to kill my cousin. Die, bastard!" he hissed as he struck the hammer down.

It contained every bit of his strength on that strike. Unfortunately for him, Zokaka raised his left hand and clutched it firmly, stopping it. "Huh, annoying fly. Just get down there before I change my mind." Uttering, he slapped him, flying away. Slap! When the slapping sound chimed and reached far and wide, everyone saw Jagatva crashing far away within the crowd. This didn't stop them from cheering as the song of the public thundered through the stadium once again.

Amidst the clamor, the Grand Elder's voice echoed: "Prince Jagatva, knockout of the contest... Can someone bring him to the medic?" A group of dwarves quickly rushed and brought the unconscious Prince Jagatva out of the stadium. And the competition continued as the other princes swore Jagatva for being stupid. This time, none of them planned to attack rashly.

Two minutes passed! And no one had the guts to start the fight. "What? Are you all not planning to fight me, brothers?" Zokaka said provokingly. However, they didn't care even a bit. They telepathically communicated and came up with a well-articulated plan.

It was the wise Prince Levi, who came up with such a plan. He suggested, "As you all have witnessed his strength. We've only one way to defeat him, the 4-3-3 Gulakhta Ring formation.

First Brother, Fourth Brother, and Fifth Brother have the strongest offensive stance. So, please stay in the offensive positions in the frontline ring. I'll join too. And others, please volunteer for the middle and last rings." Soon, the other chose as suggested.

"Alright, in the formation." Levi cried. Following his commands, the ten princes shifted their positions, and as he suggested, four stood in the frontline circle closest to Zokaka. Three in the next ring and another three in the last ring.

"Oh, 4-3-3 Gulakhta Ring Formation!" Zokaka continued, clapping. "Good call. Anyway, let's start this already. I'm tired of waiting to kick all of your asses."

At that moment, Loki bolted and slashed his curvy black dagger at him, aiming for his chest, but as Zokaka planned to dodge it, Loki skillfully curled his body and slashed for his waist, limping. With quick reflex action, Zokaka twirled and responded with a quick thigh kick.

'Ah, this brute!' Screaming in his head, Loki retreated while flipping his body. "Second-Ring advanced in my front!" he instructed as he saw Zokaka after him. The four sprung forward and tackled hard, acting as tanks, and the other two sneaked an attack from time to time and it rendered Prince Zokaka to move backward. This technique was well-coordinated and well-executed and it was working against Zokaka.

For the next dozen minutes, this technique crumbled all the initiative attacks from Zokaka. At this moment, the battle seemed to lock into a battle of attrition, and Prince Levi planned to weaken him in a long battle of muscle, changing his technique from attack to defense and then shifting to attack again.

'Good work, Levi. I knew you were always the witty one of this bunch. Unfortunately, you all meet me today,' thought Zokaka, while praising the young man. Raising his hand in the air, a huge black war hammer appeared. It was around two and a half feet long, with a cuboidal-shaped head and steel handle designed with a miniature diamond shape for good grip. This was the first time he'd brought out this weapon in this long tournament.

"My good brothers, I think I've given you enough time. Get ready!" said Zokaka in a regal-sounding voice as he operated his Lightning Cannon formula by breathing according to it. Inside his system, two springs of Lightning-based purple origin chi erupted from within his Dantian, transferred into his palms, and thereafter infused into the black war hammer.

Along with a sizzling and zapping sound, the viewers witnessed a thick purple lightning bolt around the hammer. "Here I come. Ayah!" Zozaka bolted, and multiple afterimages of him appeared in the arena, confusing the other opponents.

This time because of seeing Ten Zokaka, the impeccable teamwork became erratic as each of them rushed toward him, who was the nearest. They attacked with their weapons and speared into one which turned back into a thin purple lightning bolt and exploded, bang!

"No! Stay in the formation." Levi shouted. Lamentably, it was too late. As the real Zokaka appeared behind outside of their third ring and struck a prince, sending him flying out of the bound. And the other two princes standing in the outer ring followed.

Like, within a minute, Zokaka had succeeded in either knocking them out or kicking them out of the arena. Only Levi remained standing inside the arena.

"Are you always this strong?" he asked, looking languidly at him.

Zokaka responded, "Is that even relevant at this point? I hope not. Alright, bring out everything you got." When he was about to scuttle forward, "wait!" Levi cried. "I admit I'm weaker than you. So, I concede my defeat. Congratulations, Brother Zokaka." Then he unsheathed his longsword and walked down the arena.

The next thing, the stadium was boiled up with thundering cheers from the crowd, and soon, under everyone's eyes, King

Ragnar made his announcement of crowning Zokaka, the Crown Prince of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom. He put a silver crown over his head and the ceremony ended.