Brothers' Match

We each got into our fighting stances, and everyone around us made way. We'd never had a chance to compete in the arena before, but now that we were free, we could have a proper fight. ♔✌ 💢🍮

Although only a little over a year has passed, various fortuitous encounters have greatly increased my strength. As for Jeram, let's see how much progress he's made in the past few years. To become the chieftain of the berserker clan, he must have made considerable improvements.

Both Jeram and Olaf were skilled double-bladed axes, their axes flashing in their hands with fierce yet orderly movements. They had often gone hungry in the arena before, but now they were plump and strong, their brute strength not to be underestimated.

I couldn't win against him in a short time by just relying on swordsmanship. After a thrilling battle, I decided to win the match with the Gale Force, as continuing would be too much of a waste of time.

As the chill enveloped the Gale Sword, his movements gradually became restricted, and soon a thin layer of ice appeared on his body.

"I've heard that you berserkers aren't afraid of the cold, let me see if it's true!"

"Hmph, a mere trick! Watch your head!"

Although Jeram was unconvinced, his movements inevitably slowed down. Just when I thought he was out of options, this big guy exploded!

With a roar, Jeram shattered the thin ice, and his body slowly turned red, like a branding iron fresh from the furnace. Even if I amplified the coldness in the Wind Force to its maximum, I could no longer freeze him. At the same time, his strength was greatly enhanced, and it was difficult for me to fight him with ordinary moves.

His body turned red, he became immune to crowd control, and his strength increased. He looked just like Olaf unleashing his Berserker Clan.

The surrounding tribesmen began to cheer, shouting for Jeram to kill me. Gragas tried to come over and break up the fight, but no one paid him any attention.

I'm not too worried. Against a power-type opponent, I have another trick up my sleeve— Uniform Strength!

I withdrew the Wind Force and used Uniform Strength to execute the Wind Sword Style. When I encountered a move that was too powerful, I used Laurent's Mind Blade to block it.

This tactic worked as expected. Before long, Jeram could no longer hold on. His body color slowly faded, and his strength gradually weakened.

My blade forced him to keep dodging; of course, I didn't intend to stab him, otherwise I would have taken down this clumsy big guy long ago.

The berserker never gives up. Even though he was panting heavily, he kept going. As I passed by him, I said to him:

"Good brother, this is Zhao Xin."

Jeram's body trembled, as if he had misheard. "What? Who did you say you were?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, we'll talk later."

Now he no longer doubted his ears; the name he had just heard was indeed Zhao Xin!

The berserker, who never admitted defeat, lowered his proud head. "I lost. You are too strong!"

I patted him on the shoulder. "Now you can believe I meant no harm, right?"

"I believe you!" Jeram shouted back to his people, "It's getting late, let's camp here and continue our journey tomorrow!"

Everyone was puzzled, seeing that the sun hadn't set yet. Why were they resting so early today after all this traveling?

However, the clan chief's words were orders, and besides, they were all exhausted these past few days and wanted to get some rest, so despite their worries, they were also somewhat happy.

There was no one else in the chieftain's tent except for Riven, Jeram, Jeram Gragas, and Hris.

Jeram asked me eagerly, "You just said you were Zhao Xin?"

"That's right, the Doco Arena. Your brother, you saved me on the Ice Plains a few years ago, remember?"

"I remember, but why have you changed?"

"It's a long story, just think of it as me being under a spell. But I'm called Yasuo now, so please don't call me by my old name anymore."

"I still don't understand. Could you explain it in more detail?"

Not only Jeram, Gragas was also a bit confused. He hadn't expected that we knew each other, so his earlier attempt to break up the fight was really unnecessary.

"We'll talk about this later. I have something important to ask you today: what danger did you encounter?"

"This danger has been brewing for more than just a day or two..." Jeram said, recounting his experiences over the past few days.

After Udyr offered some of his berserkers to Volibear, Jeram led his people in rebellion. However, Udyr was simply too strong, and they could only flee when their resistance failed.

At this time, Freljord was bordered by the Noxus army to the south and the Winter's Claw to the north, so they could only flee west to seek refuge with the Avarosa tribe.

They had long heard that Queen Ashe of the Avarosa tribe was a benevolent leader who always rallied everyone in the name of unity, and indeed they received a warm welcome upon their arrival.

But a few days later, Jeram discovered that the Avarosa tribe, while seemingly tolerant of everyone, was actually very xenophobic, and this xenophobic force was so powerful that even Ashe did not want to provoke them.

Although Jeram didn't know what was going on, I knew that it was all Uncle Wolf's doing behind the scenes.

At first, they chose to endure it, but the xenophobic forces became increasingly excessive, and began to discriminate against them in various aspects such as food and accommodation.

Berserkers are known for their fiery tempers, and they'd never tolerated such treatment before. So, they chose to leave not long ago, at a time that coincided with when Riven and I went.

After leaving, they had nowhere to go but to find a secluded place to live, avoiding trouble with everyone.

Finally, they found a flat area in the mountains, where people seemed to have lived before, leaving behind many traces of human activity. Since it was now uninhabited, the berserkers settled down there.

However, the matter wasn't over yet. After settling down, the berserkers frequently discovered they were being watched—undoubtedly by people sent by Avarosa —which infuriated them.

A few days ago, they heard that Noxus and Demacia were launching a joint attack on Avarosa, which made them worried. Meanwhile, a group of exiles arrived at the mountaintop.

This group claimed to be barbarians, former inhabitants of the area, who had returned to their homeland after being ostracized by the Avarosa. Subsequently, the Avarosa tribe launched an attack.

Faced with their master's return and the approaching army, the berserkers had no choice but to move again. This time, they planned to return to eastern Freljord to find a peaceful place to start a new life, and they happened to meet us on their way back.

It's been a tough time, but that's not what I'm focusing on. "You said Avarosa is attacking the barbarians?"

"That's right, when we left they looked like they were about to fight."

Hearing what Jeram said, I think the ones truly facing a crisis are not them, but the barbarians!

Just as I suspected, they've fallen out with Avarosa!