Everyone thought it was over with a single blow. Bash’s divine strike was thrown against Donzoi, and Donzoi was dragged back several meters from where he stood. The fight was not over, as Donzoi landed on his feet.
With the momentum of the blow, Donzoi made a furrow with the soles of his feet for about two meters and stopped.
He withstood Bash’s blow. As soon as they recognized it, the arena buzzed. Those who knew the weight of Bash’s blow exclaimed in admiration.
As they saw in the battle against Barabara Do Banga, there was no armor that could withstand a blow from Bash. If that were the case, Donzoi must have resisted the blow with the shield in his left hand.
But who could stop a blow that could defeat a dragon? It was a tremendous feat.
“I heard that guy, Donzoi, was in the same unit as Bash during the war.”
When someone said that, the audience got even more excited. There was a man who could fight Bash on equal terms. The tournament, which they thought would end easily, with Bash snatching the championship without much fanfare, was getting confusing and interesting.
“Graaaaahhh!” Donzoi shouted and lunged in for a punch. It was an onslaught that could be described as barbaric, as was typical of orcs.
Bash also responded to his challenge. He readied his greatsword, stepped forward, slashed and strike at Donzoi in a way that seemed to leave time behind. The shockwave sent a cloud of dust billowing around them.
A metallic sound reverberated in the air. Donzoi was blown away through the air, leaving another furrow in the ground.
Bash was no longer holding back. This was the final fight, and he no longer had to think about the consequences, for Donzoi’s battle cry had erased the words “hold back” from Bash’s mind. What was taking place now was an orc duel. Dignity with dignity, pride with pride clashed. Bash, the Orc Hero, was not taking it easy.
That’s why Donzoi also rushed in. He shifted his shield to his right hand and gripped his sword in his left. Why, they all wondered. Everyone knew that Donzoi was right-handed, for all the dwarves who frequented the arena had seen him. But they could all guess why.
The bones in Donzoi’s left arm was already shattered.
Orcs did not throw their weapons. Especially if it was a duel. Even if they did, they would throw their shields first. The weapon was always held with the dominant hand.
But Donzoi would go with his shield. He would use the shield he was good at. With his shield at the ready, he rushed forward recklessly, approaching Bash.
“Graaaahhhoou!”
Bash readied his stance and approached.
“…!”
But for a moment, his movement slowed down.
The next moment, Donzoi slipped into Bash’s opening. Inside the opening between Bash’s greatsword and Donzoi’s. Donzoi used that pause to attack with the one-handed sword.
The sword he thrust with his mangled left hand pierced the flesh of Bash’s neck, splattering fresh blood.
Immediately, a kick with Bash’s knee pushed Donzoi away. Again, the distance opened up several meters.
The shield looked quite nicked. The thick, curved steel plates were dented to the point where they were no longer useful. It had blocked Bash’s attack three times. No matter how many he had parried, it didn’t negate the impact of all of them. With two slashes, the bones in Donzoi’s left hand shattered. The bones in his right hand also crunched from the first single blow he delivered. But even so, the hands wielding the sword and shield did not lose strength. He felt pain. Donzoi’s hands were in extreme pain. But the warrior who let out a war cry did not let the pain slow down his movements.
“Baash!”
“Donzoi!”
Bash got into position. He adopted a different stance from before, holding the sword in his opposite hand, bringing it to his shoulder as if he were going to throw it, or as if he were going to thrust it straight into the enemy. Donzoi did not change his stance. As before, half hidden behind his shield, he went straight for a blow.
The cross was instantaneous.
The sound echoed for a long time.
Bash and Donzoi had stopped, still in their shock positions. Donzoi did not pounce any further. Bash did not move. Everyone understood that it was decided.
But no one could tell who had won.
Everyone thought it was over with a single blow. Bash’s divine strike was thrown against Donzoi, and Donzoi was dragged back several meters from where he stood. The fight was not over, as Donzoi landed on his feet.
With the momentum of the blow, Donzoi made a furrow with the soles of his feet for about two meters and stopped.
He withstood Bash’s blow. As soon as they recognized it, the arena buzzed. Those who knew the weight of Bash’s blow exclaimed in admiration.
As they saw in the battle against Barabara Do Banga, there was no armor that could withstand a blow from Bash. If that were the case, Donzoi must have resisted the blow with the shield in his left hand.
But who could stop a blow that could defeat a dragon? It was a tremendous feat.
“I heard that guy, Donzoi, was in the same unit as Bash during the war.”
When someone said that, the audience got even more excited. There was a man who could fight Bash on equal terms. The tournament, which they thought would end easily, with Bash snatching the championship without much fanfare, was getting confusing and interesting.
“Graaaaahhh!” Donzoi shouted and lunged in for a punch. It was an onslaught that could be described as barbaric, as was typical of orcs.
Bash also responded to his challenge. He readied his greatsword, stepped forward, slashed and strike at Donzoi in a way that seemed to leave time behind. The shockwave sent a cloud of dust billowing around them.
A metallic sound reverberated in the air. Donzoi was blown away through the air, leaving another furrow in the ground.
Bash was no longer holding back. This was the final fight, and he no longer had to think about the consequences, for Donzoi’s battle cry had erased the words “hold back” from Bash’s mind. What was taking place now was an orc duel. Dignity with dignity, pride with pride clashed. Bash, the Orc Hero, was not taking it easy.
That’s why Donzoi also rushed in. He shifted his shield to his right hand and gripped his sword in his left. Why, they all wondered. Everyone knew that Donzoi was right-handed, for all the dwarves who frequented the arena had seen him. But they could all guess why.
The bones in Donzoi’s left arm was already shattered.
Orcs did not throw their weapons. Especially if it was a duel. Even if they did, they would throw their shields first. The weapon was always held with the dominant hand.
But Donzoi would go with his shield. He would use the shield he was good at. With his shield at the ready, he rushed forward recklessly, approaching Bash.
“Graaaahhhoou!”
Bash readied his stance and approached.
“…!”
But for a moment, his movement slowed down.
The next moment, Donzoi slipped into Bash’s opening. Inside the opening between Bash’s greatsword and Donzoi’s. Donzoi used that pause to attack with the one-handed sword.
The sword he thrust with his mangled left hand pierced the flesh of Bash’s neck, splattering fresh blood.
Immediately, a kick with Bash’s knee pushed Donzoi away. Again, the distance opened up several meters.
The shield looked quite nicked. The thick, curved steel plates were dented to the point where they were no longer useful. It had blocked Bash’s attack three times. No matter how many he had parried, it didn’t negate the impact of all of them. With two slashes, the bones in Donzoi’s left hand shattered. The bones in his right hand also crunched from the first single blow he delivered. But even so, the hands wielding the sword and shield did not lose strength. He felt pain. Donzoi’s hands were in extreme pain. But the warrior who let out a war cry did not let the pain slow down his movements.
“Baash!”
“Donzoi!”
Bash got into position. He adopted a different stance from before, holding the sword in his opposite hand, bringing it to his shoulder as if he were going to throw it, or as if he were going to thrust it straight into the enemy. Donzoi did not change his stance. As before, half hidden behind his shield, he went straight for a blow.
The cross was instantaneous.
The sound echoed for a long time.
Bash and Donzoi had stopped, still in their shock positions. Donzoi did not pounce any further. Bash did not move. Everyone understood that it was decided.
But no one could tell who had won.
