Bab 1077: The Difficulty of the Second Trial

The elf's eyes widened in shock before her body went limp and crumpled to the ground. Aelrinder withdrew his spear, his face a mask of determination and focus.

Ding!

[ Victory: Aelrinder of the 'Heaven's Hooligans' ]

The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers a testament to Aelrinder's skill and precision. He took a moment to catch his breath before returning to his team, his mind already shifting to the upcoming challenges.

Next up was Greenie. He stepped into the arena, his large frame imposing and ready for battle. His opponent, a muscular orc with a massive war hammer, met his gaze with fierce determination.

"Let's see what you've got, big guy," the orc growled.

Greenie grinned, his eyes narrowing with focus. "Bring it on."

The signal was given, and the battle began.

Greenie charged forward with surprising speed for his size, his fists clenched and ready. For this battle, he was not going to use his hammer.