NOVEL NEXT Chapter 104
Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the battle between the Depraved Orc and Tarcan the Tiger Man!
The depraved Orc has 19 victories!
Tarcan has 7 victories!
Who will win? Place your bets, beloved spectators, because the show is guaranteed!
Mart kept his gaze fixed on the arena of the coliseum, he activated his demonic perception and used his energy sensitivity attribute.
"Maybe I can recoup some of what I've spent. Since the fighters only have the option to win or die, they won't hold anything back," Mart thought.
[Greed trait activated: you will get triple what you win]
"I think it's a sign. The odds are three to one against the guy named Tarcan," Mart thought, trying to justify his decision to bet on an event that seemed rather questionable.
••••
The first to enter the arena was a tall, athletic young man with tanned skin, medium-length orange hair with black streaks, a confident expression, and dressed in a black vest and leather pants.
The young Tarcan seemed so relaxed that he greeted the crowd without a care in the world.
Before you stands Tarcan, of the beast-man species, of the race of mighty tigers, a potential future champion!
••••
-Tarcan Teslan. -murmured the woman with rabbit ears, who was eating one of the golden beetles.
-Do you know him? -Mart asked calmly.
The rabbit-eared woman looked away with a complicated expression, somewhat frightened because she thought she would be punished if she didn't answer, but Mart just looked back at the sand in the coliseum.
••••
"It seems that this young man named Tarcan is someone important among the beastmen. How did he get here? Is he part of the conspiracy? Besides, he doesn't seem to be weak at all," Mart thought, as he sensed the concentrated mana within Tarcan's body.
Mart lifted a demonic crystal embedded in the armrest of the chair, channeled his demonic energy into the crystal, and then a screen appeared on which the following words were projected:
"Bet
Tarcan (Amount: 00000) vs Depraved Orc (Amount: 00000)"
Mart did not hesitate and bet 1,000,000 gold coins on Tarcan, as it was the best option to recover his lost money.
••••
The second to appear in the combat arena was a red-skinned Orc with an aggressive look who kept snorting strangely.
The Orc wore a steel breastplate and dark brown demon beast skins, which made him look imposing due to his height of over two meters and his muscular build.
The Orc carried two black battle axes with bone handles in each hand.
Behold the depraved Orc, who will sexually devour any opponent he defeats, without a care in the world. With his wild behavior, he already has 19 victories in the Sinister Coliseum!
••••
[Demon God energy detected: (01)]
"So here was another one of the conspirators," Mart thought as he saw the three figures wearing executioner masks and black robes escorting the depraved Orc.
"Unless they gave the orc one of their dark shadow pills, which doesn't seem to be the case, the conspirator must be among those three individuals. I won't waste my time trying to figure out which one of them is the conspirator, since they're wearing masks that prevent me from discovering their identities. The important thing here is that I confirmed the involvement of those demons who ally themselves with humans. Brainless bastards, they are a disease to the demonic species," thought Mart as he watched the three subjects wearing executioner masks leave the arena.
[ Anger Trait Activated]
[The host's strength temporarily increases by +10]
The anger on Mart was slight, yet he contained it so as not to make mistakes.
••••
Dear spectators, the warriors who will fight are already in the arena. You have until the fifth bell rings to place your bets!
Don't hesitate to bet!
You can feel every blow the warriors strike when there is money at stake!
Emotions running high are the reason for the Sinister Colosseum!
Enjoy it!
••••
The first bell rings in the arena.
Tarcan begins to stretch his arms, his relaxed attitude giving way to a deep, fierce gaze.
The second bell rings. The crowd begins to shout and cheer for the champions.
Magical energy begins to invisibly cover Tarcan's body.
The third bell rings.
It feels like the entire coliseum is shaking, the spectators are excited and cannot contain themselves as they cheer on the champion they bet on.
The fourth bell rings.
Tarcan closes his eyes and begins to breathe rhythmically, his body relaxing.
The fifth bell rings.
One of the orc's battle axes flies toward Tarcan. Tarcan simply leans to one side, and the axe causes only a slight cut on his cheek.
The orc jumps, holding his other battle axe with both hands, to try to deliver a downward blow.
Bang!
The axe hits the ground, cracking it. Tarcan jumps to the side and dodges the attack.
The orc roars, and his terrifying roar echoes across the battlefield and reverberates in the stands.
The orc runs to his second axe, grabs it, and then runs toward Tarcan.
Everyone can see the orc swinging his axes at Tarcan.
Minor wounds begin to appear on Tarcan's face, arms, and body, but his deep, fierce gaze remains unchanged.
Time passes, Tarcan's body is red from the blood flowing from his minor wounds.
The orc roars and his magical energy comes to the fore, covering his axes with an aura.
The orc swings his axe and an energy slash flies out. Tarcan dodges it, but the orc jumps and makes another slash almost in front of Tarcan.
The energy slash hits Tarcan, who crashes into one of the walls of the battle arena.
There is a cloud of dust, and the spectators who bet on the orc celebrate. Mart seems calm, although a drop of sweat slides from his forehead down his cheek, running across his handsome face.
The orc swings his two battle axes to disperse the dust, just as Tarcan appears with his face covered in blood and throws a punch that is blocked by the blades of the battle axes. However, the impact on the battle axes sends out a shockwave that hits the orc directly in the face.
Blood trickles from the orc's nose as he begins to stagger.
The battle axes fall to the ground.
Tarcan leaps toward the orc and, with his fists covered in aura, begins to unleash a flurry of punches.
The abdomen, the jaw, the temple, the nose, the side of the abdomen. Every blow Tarcan dealt to the orc's body resounded like a powerful drum. The orc's steel breastplate was useless, already riddled with cracks.
Mart, who has demonic perception activated, can hear the melody of bones breaking; a melody that fills Mart with satisfaction.
[Greed trait activated]
[Where there is gold, there is no evil: demonic reward]
The orc falls to his knees vomiting blood, his face swollen and covered in open wounds. But Tarcan grabs the orc's hair and continues to strike him blow after blow.
Part of the audience remains silent, while another part celebrates the massacre that is making them money.
The orc barely breathes. Tarcan covers his own body with aura and throws the huge orc into the air, then jumps himself.
In midair, Tarcan punches the orc in the solar plexus, sending a shockwave that cracks the arena floor.
Bang!
The orc crashes to the ground, and blood begins to stain the floor.
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Tarcan shouts loudly with his arms outstretched toward the stands, seemingly celebrating his victory. Finally, he covers his hands with aura and, with one swift motion, rips off the orc's head and shows it to the audience.
Now even some of those who were silent celebrate Tarcan's bloody victory.
Tarcan!
Tarcan!
Tarcan!
••••
-That guy is strong. He doesn't even need to transform to defeat an Orc at the midpoint of the fifth rank. -said the warrior Sitan, without taking his eyes off the arena.
-You're right. -said Mart thoughtfully.
Although Mart was satisfied with the outcome of the battle, he too had previously thought that Tarcan could be a threat, and now, after seeing his power, he had no doubt that if Tarcan was an enemy, he must die before he became stronger.
••••
Congratulations to all the spectators who supported the challenger Tarcan. Keep enjoying yourselves!
In the arena, the three men dressed in black robes and executioner's masks took the remains of the depraved Orc and dragged him out of the coliseum arena.
Beloved spectators! We need challengers!
Is anyone brave enough to send their slaves or warriors to fight the Angry Ogre?!
The crowd begins to shout frantically for a challenger; the previous battle seems to have been forgotten.
Challenger!
Challenger!
Challenger!
Challenger!
••••
Mart listened to the crowd cheering for a challenger. He activated the demonic crystal in the armrest of his chair, and a new screen appeared:
"Balance: 3,000,000 gold coins.
Challenger (fee 1,000,000) vs. Angry Ogre
Prize for the victorious challenger: 2,500,000 gold coins."