He decided to seize this weakness of Cliff's and deliver a fatal blow.
When Cliff swung the War Axe down again, Lin Taichu did not dodge. Instead, he charged straight at it.
Just as the War Axe was about to strike him, he ducked low, evaded the blade, and viciously drove his Short Blade into Cliff's armpit. That was the weak point in Cliff's defense.
The Short Blade struck true. Cliff cried out in agony, and the War Axe fell from his hand.
Clutching his wound, he stared at Lin Taichu with unwillingness in his eyes. Lin Taichu pulled out the Short Blade, backed away several steps, and watched Cliff warily.
The host stepped forward and announced, "Lin Taichu wins this match!"
Cheers erupted around the arena. Lin Taichu had successfully won his first match in the arena.
Lin Taichu walked off the arena floor, his palm still sweaty from gripping the knife. Though he had won his first match, he felt no relief. Instead, his heart grew heavier.
Cliff was merely strong but slow. He had only won by finding an opening. If he encountered a more difficult opponent, things might not go so smoothly.
He knew very well that if he wanted a winning streak in the arena, he could not rely on luck. He had to understand his opponents thoroughly beforehand.
Back in the waiting area, he found an empty corner and sat down. Just as he was about to catch his breath, a conversation between two contestants drifted into his ears.
"Levi's up next, right? I heard his opponent this time is the human who just beat Cliff."
"Isn't that the truth! That human's done for. When has Levi ever left anyone alive? The last three people who fought him were all accidentally killed. Even after