Chapter 65: Deathmatch (1/2)

“AHHHHHH!!!”

Upon hearing my order to purge them, that aggressive two-star half orc immediately charged at me, a thunderous shout spewing forth from his large mouth.

The sudden turn of events left the imps no time to react. One-eye stood there, too stunned to stop the half-orc as he easily rammed past three guardsmen who happened to be in the way. This entire sequence only took a few seconds, by the end of it, he was in front of me with his club poised to strike.

“Master, step back!”

No.3 and Big 4 were seasoned bodyguards and were naturally used to such sudden attempts on my life. The pair simultaneously raised their long bone swords and thrusted them at the approaching half-orc, forcing him back. In order to avoid getting skewered, the half-orc abruptly halted his tracks.

He stood there glaring at me for a second before speaking to me in his strange language.

“He wants to have a duel to the death with you.”

“Duel?” Are you kidding me, I have the advantage right now, why should I listen to a loser?

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“I suggest you take up his offer, that is if you still wish to recruit them. Of course, that’s assuming you have confidence in your strength.” She slowly explained her reasoning: “Demonic half-orcs only submit to the strong, if you can defeat their leader in a duel, there’s a high chance the rest will follow you.”

“You’re sure about that?”

She nodded and said in a tone without a hint of doubt: “Yes, these half-orcs have a great respect for their traditions. They only serve the strong regardless of their race. As long as you defeat him, you stand a chance at getting their loyalty.”

“Is that so.” I waved my hand to signal for the pair to make way. “Tell them, I’ll accept this deathmatch!”

“Alright.” She immediately turned towards the half-orc and spoke to them in their language. The moment he heard that, a strange look of surprise crossed his face. Judging from his reaction, he probably didn’t expect me to accept the duel.

“Master, there’s no need to risk yourself in a such manner. If it’s a fight he wants, we’re more than enough.” One-eye immediately stood out to stop me.

No.3 and Big 4 soon followed his lead but I adamantly brushed aside their offer.

The reason why I accepted this was because I had absolute confidence in my victory. In that previous battle, I discovered that while these half-orcs were physically strong, they weren’t very agile. Furthermore, they weren’t able to react to changes well. With my ever-changing style of magic, I should have no problem toying with him.

Seeing my resolve, they reluctantly retreated to the sidelines. However, this didn’t stop them from throwing me a few worried looks from time to time, their weapons gripped tight, ready to step in in an instant if things went awry.

Everyone retreated and formed a circle around us, creating an arena ring of sorts for our deathmatch. The half-orcs were cordoned off at one side by my subordinates. However, this didn’t seem to worry them at all. In fact, their excitement could be felt a mile away as they pounded their chests and cheered madly.

I stationed a section of my imps to stand watch over them. If these half-orcs tried anything funny, they were to purge them right away.

The half-orc growled as he flashed his jagged teeth at No.3 and Big 4, taunting them. Failing to elicit a response from them, he turned his attention to me and spewed a string of unintelligible words once more.

“Lust Demon, accepting the mighty Dewey Dan’s deathmatch will be the biggest misfortune of your life. I will defeat you and right in front of your subordinates, I will…” Translator mode Violet Snow abruptly stopped at this point, a look of disgust on her face.

I handed over the devil egg to a nearby female devil and as I turned back, I caught sight of Violet Snow’s constipated expression as if she had just been greatly insulted. Thinking back on his words…I guess they didn’t need translating for them to be understood.

It’s probably that thing that men and women did together. I totally get it. But when did this brother turn into a lust demon! Damn it, all of these people keep treating me like a female!

Bone spears!!

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In a fit of rage, I shot out three spears in a quick succession. They whistled through the air in what looked like one extremely long spear, their target, the half-orc Dewey standing a mere 15 meters away.

*crack crack crack*

The primitive bone club swatted down each of the spears. Having taken care of the long range threat, Dewey Dan stormed at me.

I instantly cast a bone wall to block him. It was a brittle wall due to the lack of mana within it, but it served its purpose. As the bone wall rose right at the point the half-orc was going to step on, it disrupted his balance and tripped him.

His massive body stumbled before falling forwards, as it did so, the bone wall he stepped on continued rising, bringing his feet along with it as his face fell towards the ground.

While the half-orc wasn’t exceptionally agile, he had a vast wealth of combat experience and strength. Upon sensing the impending danger, he stuck out both his hands immediately, forcefully halting the fall before his head impacted with the ground.

With his hands as a support, he threw his body forward, legs first, and performed a slight tumble forward before righting his posture once more.

He kicked off his massive legs and sprinted towards me once more. I immediately created another wall but this time, Dewey Dan ploughed right the brittle wall.

As flesh collided with bone, the massive legs of the half-orc noticeably slowed down after breaking through the bony barricade. The half-orc seemed to have noticed this as well and decided to halt his failed charge. Standing a mere seven to eight meters away from me, he bellowed at me in what must’ve been his attempt at showing off his strength.

As he did so, the other half-orc captives roared in unison as if they were trying to cheer for their kinsman. However, the expression on Violet Snow face’s seemed to say otherwise. She wanted to translate the “cheers” but changed her mind in lieu of the ongoing match.

After that bit of venting, he resumed his charge but this time, he was noticeably more cautious and slower, the humiliating experience from the first two charges obviously having an impact on him.

This time however, I opted for a brute force approach. A large amount of mana flowed through my body as I channeled them into a much sturdier bone wall. The wall swiftly rose out of the ground, connecting the two sides of the maze, completely blocking off Dewey Dan’s path.