Chapter 936: Cowards and Braves
Clang!
The sound of weapons clashing.
Bang!
The sound of something shattering.
Slash!
The sound of flesh being cut.
Splurt!
The sound of blood spraying.
"H-how could this..."
Thud!
Viktor collapsed face-first onto the ground. Blood flowed from beneath him, quickly staining a large patch of earth red.
At the sight on the arena platform, the uproar of cheers abruptly fell silent. For a moment, the entire arena was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
At that moment, Bell's voice suddenly rang out, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.
"Indeed, you still had life force left to burn. You could still unleash strength beyond your peak. But unfortunately, you failed to notice that the weapon in your hand had already reached its limit and could no longer hold out."
With a flick of his hand, he shook the blood from his blade. Tiny ice crystals shot into the ground, leaving behind barely noticeable holes. Bell sheathed his sword, then turned to look at Viktor lying prone on the ground.
"Ha... ha... Kill... kill me."
Staring at the axe handle that was all he had left, Viktor's heart was filled with indescribable sorrow.
Today, at this very moment, he had lost his closest comrade. And soon, he would lose his life as well—lose the chieftain's seat, lose his people.
He was utterly unwilling to accept it, but there was truly nothing he could do now. Blood rapidly poured from the wound in his chest, taking a great deal of his life force with it. In only a short while, his limbs had become weaker than ever before, and his body colder than ever before.
Using the last trace of strength in his body, Viktor struggled to turn himself over and lie facing upward.
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