"Pah! Pah!
"Ow~ My back, it hurts like hell."
Crawling out from the rubble and dust, Bell hunched slightly, grimacing as he reappeared before everyone.
It had been a long time since he had last been injured. Even the insanely difficult daily training every morning could no longer cause him any real harm.
So, after getting beaten up again for the first time in years, Bell actually felt... kind of good?
Cough, cough, cough!
Bell did not have any strange fetishes, really! It was just that being injured again after so long gave him the feeling of reliving his youth—although he was still very young—which made the blood in his veins boil once more.
"Human! Is this all you can do without magic?! What a disappointment!"
Seeing Bell get back up, Viktor let out an angry roar. At that moment, he felt as if all the effort he had put into preparing for today's duel over the past week had been spent battling wits and courage with thin air.
Although orc shamans mainly used spells against their enemies, every shaman was also a master of close combat. Their fighting skills even surpassed those of the hunting squad captains.
Some shamans specialized in applying spells to close-quarters combat, and their combat skills were no less impressive than his own as chieftain. The foremost example was the Augu Tribe's current Great Shaman—Nairuila.
When Viktor had been young, he had often sought Nairuila's guidance on combat techniques. Her teachings had benefited him enormously and had indirectly helped him become the tribe's chieftain.
That was why, even after becoming chieftain, Viktor still treated Nairuila with great respect.
Considering the nature of orc shamans, Viktor had previously assumed that even without magic, Bell should still be quite strong. To be honest, like everyone else, he