C7 Fighting in the Devil's Cave(part I)

Half an hour later, the youth found himself in a cell.

This small room was filled with a damp, musty, and bloody smell. The skeletons at the side seemed to have been dead for quite some time, and countless disgusting worms were crawling on them.

Without feeling, he was not afraid of these things, but instinctively disgusted by them, he shifted his body, trying not to get too close to the unclean ones.

However, he could not move that far. His body was restrained by the thick and heavy chains. The low sound of metal on metal and the rusty surface of the chains made the youth feel unhappy.

The door to the cell opened and shook off a lot of rust. The masked man waited outside the cell.

"Get ready, it's your turn." He tossed the boy a sword embroidered with iron.

"That's it?" There was a faint look of dissatisfaction on the boy's face. In this era where light swords were everywhere to fight, it was actually necessary to wave an old and heavy broken sword.

The masked man gave a sinister sneer. He didn't care if the teenager lived or died. "It's better to be simple." What if I break a expensive lightsaber for a kid like you? "

The youth helplessly sighed as he picked up the iron sword. He almost wanted to use it to attack the masked man, but he knew it was pointless foolishness. He sighed and asked, "Where's the opponent?" "

"You'll see it soon." The masked man pulled at the chain, pulling at the boy like an animal.

He brought the youth and walked through the dark forest for a distance, then unshackled the youth's chains at the exit. After giving Arthur a kick, they kicked him into the Arena.

This was a pit of death formed by the natural crystal cave, the walls were filled with sharp Crystal Column s, the goal was to prevent the warriors from climbing up the walls and escaping. On top of the stage, there was a faint shadow of people. Arthur knew that they were the officials who were watching the competition.

Before Arthur, who had been thrown into the deathtrap, had completely gotten up, the opposite metal fence had already been opened. No. It was knocked away by a giant beast on the other side of the fence.

It was a monster the teenager had never seen before. It was covered in rotting flesh, and its mouth stank. Its unintelligent, blood-red eyes shone with a murderous light.

Ogre. The youth recalled the description of the monster from an ancient book.

They were monsters that were even more difficult to deal with than dragons when they went berserk. Dragons, because they were intelligent, could not help but hesitate at critical moments. If they were hacked into, it would always hurt, and their moves would reveal flaws.

The Ogre was born to fight. It would kill until there was nothing around it to kill. Even if one of its arms and legs were removed, the monster would continue to attack with its remaining body. If its four limbs were cut off and turned into an ogre stick, it would try its best to use its teeth to bite its opponent. It was a pure killing machine — violent, indefatigable, unafraid of pain and death, the embodiment of madness.

The youth weighed the steel sword in his hand. He knew that the rusty sword could not pierce through the monster's chest, which was covered in thick muscles. The weapon in his opponent's hand, a large hammer, was too heavy to use.

Just as the youth was feeling anxious, the monster had already rushed over. It aimed a hammer at the youth's head and smashed down!

"Hmph!" The boy dodged nimbly and stabbed the creature in the stomach, but the rusty sword was stuck in its ribs. The monster did not even waver and just swung its hammer.

In a moment of desperation, the youth decisively abandoned his iron sword and rolled to avoid this fatal blow.

The ogre had already slapped the young man with its claw, and the hammer came crashing down on his head. Arthur turned his head to dodge, as though he had grown a pair of eyes.

Pow! The sledgehammer smashed onto the ground, and the stone fragments that were thrown out caused several bloody wounds on the youth's face. But that was an insignificant injury, so Arthur did not mind it and quickly crawled back up.

The Ogre scanned the area crazily, while the youth focused on dodging, dodging the monsters' attacks time and time again with great agility.

On the high platform, behind a magic mirror, two figures were looking at the youth in the pit of death.

"Well?" Not bad, right? the tall figure asked.

"To see the end." The other was a little smaller, but still imposing.

Just as he finished speaking, Arthur who was in the pit of death had already found a way to retaliate.

He pretended to fall, luring the ogres to attack.

The ogre recklessly swung the hammer, thinking it could take care of the boy. However, he did not know that he had recklessly and forcefully shifted his focus.

Seeing that the time was right, the teenager nimbly dodged the attack while simultaneously sweeping his foot over the little toe of the ogre. The Ogre completely lost its balance and stumbled. Its head slammed into a sharp rock shoot on the ground. Bag. Open. Flowers.

The youth nonchalantly crawled out of the monster's pool of blood, wiping away the blood on his body and retrieving his steel sword.

It was not as if he had never seen this bloody scene before. He had experienced countless thrilling and peerless situations of death before. This trivial matter was nothing to him.

"See?" Strong as a monster. the tall figure said again.

"This won't do." the other figure said coldly.

"Why not?" Was his combat ability unquestionable? "

"It's not about fighting." The opponent was a monster from the legends, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand. How could he remain calm and win so easily in such a terrible situation? Was there no fear in his heart? Compared to ogres, isn't this kid more like a monster? Those without fear in their hearts would only walk the path of self-destruction one day. If they let him lead the troops, how many people would die under his reckless command? This kind of guy can't be reused. "

"Even if you say so," the tall figure continued, "test it again." I can't believe there's really no fear in him. Maybe he was just overconfident? "

Just as Arthur took a deep breath, the steel door of the pit opened again. Another monster crawled in. This giant creature did not have a weapon in its hand, nor was it even wearing armor. It was only wearing a strange helmet. The ugly iron helmet left only a narrow slit for viewing.

The youth sneered, "Not even wearing armor but wearing a helmet. What is hidden under that helmet?" "

The other party probably could not understand the human language, and directly pounced towards Arthur.

The teenager nimbly turned over to avoid the attack. He turned back to slash down with the sword, intending to remove the giant's head. Before the sword's blade fell, the youth felt a scorching heat in his hands. By the time he realized that something was wrong and immediately threw away the sword, the blade of the sword had already melted into a puddle of molten metal, making sizzling sounds on the ground.

"As expected," Arthur retreated a few steps, covering her smoking hands with her hands. "Cyclops." "

It was a good thing for Cyclops to melt the iron sword. There was only one eye on its head, but that eye, the one that gathered photons, shot out a beam of hot light that could melt steel in an instant. If anyone were to be hit by this light, they would be charred and die.

"It's a lucky day to meet so many exotic animals in one day." The boy made a provocative gesture with his fist. "Come on, One-Eyed Monster." Can you hit me? "

A ray of light shot out, causing the youth to roll away. Two, three, dozens of beams of light shot over. The youth managed to dodge them all, but his fatigue was slowly revealed.

His physical strength had never been good. No matter how he trained, he could only cultivate to his current state. His body felt like it was being cursed, an existence rejected by the photons. The power was too far away for him to reach, and all he could do was to stay by his side as weak as he could.

This youth, who was lacking in stamina, clearly understood his own weakness and knew that a head-on clash was not an option.

— — He was more adept at taking advantage of his opponents than suppressing them with brute force.

However, there was no weapon in his hands. No, even with that broken iron sword in hand, it would be useless. It would be burnt even before it reached the Cyclops, so the Melee Weapon would not even be of use.

— — When a person is in dire straits, wisdom may not work.

What should he do? Was this the end? He didn't do anything. He didn't even realize his dream, yet he died just like that?

What should he do? Died in a place no one knew about? Even if they died, no one would care, no one would miss them. It was as if they never existed. Who would be willing to die in such a manner!

"What a joke …" "How can I die in a place like this!" The boy's voice was filled with the anger he had accumulated for years. Impossible! "

Seeing that the young man had stopped, the Cyclops immediately aimed at him. The one eye in his helmet glowed blood-red. It looked like it was about to launch a powerful attack.

Haah!" "Arthur picked up a rock and threw it at the giant," "Go to hell!

Sometimes, all you need to win is a little bit of luck.

The stone drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the crevice of the giant's helmet and got stuck.

The "stone" that the youth casually threw out was not an ordinary stone. It was the iron sword that had been melted into a small piece.

That piece of scrap iron was caught in the Giant's helmet, and it just so happened to meet the blazing light of the Cyclops. At close range, when hit by the blazing light, the scrap iron instantly vaporized and expanded, causing a huge explosion.

Bang!

Cyclops's head was blown away, the huge explosion blew the boy away, the metal piece was like a Shrapnel stuck onto his body. If he did not jump backwards and put up a defensive posture, the fragments might have pierced through his internal organs!

Arthur's thin and weak body heavily crashed into the stone wall, causing him to be unconscious for a moment.

"Uh." The joke was too big. The taller of the two figures on the dais turned. "Inform the medical team!" "

"Interesting." The other figure was calmly watching the young man.

He had just clearly seen a portion of the debris graze past the boy in an unnatural trajectory, so the boy was not particularly hurt.

"Is this kid lucky too?" "

Was it really luck?

Or could it be that at the moment the youth was struck, he had twisted his fate and made it impossible for it to be possible?