Rise of the Horde

296 Chapter 29Khao’khen kept replenishing the effects of the Haste spell just to keep up with the absurd speed of his opponent. No matter how much he wanted to activate the Flamehands and smother the face of his opponent in flames, he can’t since there was no opportunity for him to do so. It seemed that the throats of his warriors went dry after cheering for him nonstop as their voice died down and they just silently watch the contest despite not being able to see clearly what was actually happening since the two participants of the fight were too fast for their eyes to keep up.

Amidst the brawl, Khao’khen called up the system many times only to be answered with the same “ERRO”” over and over again and after a strike squarely landed on his chest and sent him flying a few meters backwards before crashing to the ground, he gave up on seeking aid from the uncooperative system of his. He could feel the taste of iron on his mouth as blood began trickling down from the corner of his lips, he knew that his insides were thrown in turmoil after he was directly hit in the chest and caused him to suffer internal injuries. It was painful but he had to endure as he quickly sprung up to his feet and went on a defensive stance once again to go against his aggressive foe.

He was waiting for his opponent to dart forward once again but the baron remained rooted on the spot where he was at and just stared at him which confused him. His opponent clearly had the advantage in their fight and it just became bigger after he was given a heavy blow but he didn’t press on like he had expected. “Well! Come on!” he gestured trying gauge the state of his opponent, he was praying in his mind that his foe was already exhausted and run out of gas to continue his onslaught. “You! Are Strong!” the baron pointed a finger towards Khao’khen then crashed face first to the ground.

“Eh!” Khao’khen became even more confused that his opponent just collapsed without him doing anything to make him fall. “What just happened?” he asked himself as he stared dumfounded at his unmoving opponent who began disintegrating into dust.

“Chieftain! Chieftain! Chieftain!”

“Khao’khen! Khao’khen! Khao’khen!”

The orcs erupted into crazy cheers after seeing the challenger of their chieftain fall down to the ground while their chief was still up and kicking. His face of confusion was ignored by the orcs since they only cared about their leader winning the bout against such an obviously powerful foe. Baron Husani’s fear of Khao’khen increased even after witnessing him take out an opponent that singlehandedly decimated the Ereian Bloodhounds without much difficulty. “I must convince him of my worth…” he mumbled to himself while looking on the ground trying to think of anything else that could increase his value to the leader of the orcs.

Adhalia stood in awe since she predicted that even if Khao’khen would win, he would suffer some heavy injuries and she already gave instructions to the Drakhars to charge in and intervene in the fight if necessary to save his life. She judged that the demon-like figure would steamroll over Khao’khen and her guess was correct with how the flow of the fight went but the result was completely different from what she expected as the chief won the fight with but just light injuries.

Khao’khen stared at his unmoving foe on the ground who had his appearance completely changed from what he was before, “An Ereian?” he was surprised after seeing the darkskin of his opponent who was wearing an armor which was totally different from the ones worn by the Ereian Bloodhounds. “He won’t suddenly pounced on me right?” he had his reservations of approaching his foe in person. Deciding to be on the safe side, Khao’khen grabbed a spear that was on the ground and used it to poke the body of his unmoving opponent, he thrusted the spear forward while aiming at the shoulder of his motionless foe while at the ready to defend himself of sudden attack. The spearhead pierced through the shoulder of his opponent but there was no blood and his foe remained still. He then went forward while having his Haste spell activated on himself to dash away when necessary as he approach the body of his adversary.

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Khao’khen then turned the body of his foe over and he was shocked to see that his foe looked like a mummy with his skin sucked out of moisture. ‘I actually won?” his mind can’t still process what just occurred since he won without him knowing how he actually beat his opponent as he just landed one counter punch and nothing else after that.

“At least you should have let me land a few blows on you before falling down…” he complained while staring in disbelief at his defeated opponent. He wanted to make his victory convincing since his warriors were all watching the fight but little did he know that no one among the audience could actually see the fight since the two of them were fighting at such speed that their audience practically gave up trying to figure out what was actually occurring in the fight. The only thing that the audience saw was the start of the fight, Khao’khen landing a hard uppercut as a counter and the baron landing a hit on the chieftain’s chest which created a distance between them then the baron fell, that was that they saw.

Khao’khen stood up then turned his gaze towards his warriors and he saw their eyes filled with awe and respect for what he had just accomplished which puzzled him since he didn’t know of the POV of the audience in the fight. What even came as a surprise for him was Adhalia staring at him with a look filled with admiration and bewilderment. Khao’khen then shrugged his shoulders, “I won…that’s what matters.” He convinced himself of his own victory despite being confused by what actually happened.