Lynn led Toothy to the corner of the fence where they had first met.
This is where he was "born," Toothy has always forbidden other Gretchin from getting close.
Actually, it didn't know why it did that; it just felt that no one should see that place.
Perhaps the secret of Seven-Smasha is hidden there.
The two passed through the fence and entered this forgotten corner.
The iron gate was crooked and made a grating creaking sound when pushed open.
The ground was covered with rotting garbage and dried Squig excrement, making it soft and spongy to walk on.
There was a strange smell in the air, a stench of Squig excrement mixed with something more primal and wild.
This made Toothy feel that something that had been dormant in his blood for a long time was awakening.
Following the scent to its source, they found about thirty orc Ork Boyz crouching in a corner.
Some were staring blankly at the ground, while others were eating the trash they had picked up, chewing loudly with sticky saliva dripping from their mouths.
Some of the boys were pushing and shoving each other, playing around like newborn puppies, rolling around and kicking up clouds of dust.
Seeing someone arrive, they all stood up, their eyes blank, as if they had just woken up and hadn't figured out who they were.
The one at the very front was the tallest, standing at 2.3 meters, with muscles all over his body, and his arms were thicker than Toothy's waist.
It stood there like a city wall, its pectoral muscles bulging like two iron plates, its shoulders so broad that three Gretchin could stand side by side.
It was a size larger than the other Orks, and just standing there gave people a sense of oppression.
When it saw Lynn, its eyes suddenly focused, as if it recognized something.
Lynn also looked into its eyes, and something seemed to pass between them.
Their eyes met briefly, but they quickly looked away.
Lynn nodded slightly, and the big guy blinked almost imperceptibly.
Toothy had already guessed what Lynn was planning to do, and he asked worriedly:
"Can they win? Seven-Smasha."
Lynn smiled confidently, "We will win."
Then, Lynn let out a defiant roar at the big guy.
The voice was full of challenge to power.
The big man paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.
There was no malice in that smile, only excitement—the kind of excitement that comes from finally having a fight.
It roared as well, like an enraged beast, and charged at Lynn.
Its steps were heavy, leaving footprints in the mud with each step.
Toothy hid behind the fence, his heart pounding in his chest.
It gripped the iron railing, silently praying that Lynn would win.
Although Lynn had grown to two meters tall during this time, he still seemed a bit insignificant compared to that big guy.
The other person was estimated to be 2.3 meters tall, with a more robust build, and his arms looked thicker than Lynn's thighs.
It wasn't sure if Lynn could beat his opponent, but for now, it had no choice but to trust him.
The two charged at the same time and collided violently.
What followed was a passionate brawl, with both sides throwing punches and neither making a move to dodge.
The dull thuds echoed continuously inside the fence, making Toothy's teeth ache.
Lynn was in poor condition, his movements were stiff, like a machine without oil. After taking several punches in a row, he staggered backward.
Each punch from the big guy sent him staggering backward, his heels carving two shallow furrows in the ground.
Under pressure, Lynn began to make a series of blunders. After missing his punch, he leaned forward, revealing an opening.
The big guy seized the opportunity and slammed his elbow into the shoulder, the sound of bone cracking ringing out.
Lynn knelt on one knee, his left shoulder slumped, and his entire arm hung limply, like melted clay.
The big guy seized the opportunity and pounced on Lynn, pinning him to the ground.
Its massive body pressed down on you, like a mountain bearing down.
Lynn lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, his right eye swollen shut.
The big guy's fist hung in mid-air, ready to smash down at any moment.
If that punch lands, Lynn's head might explode like a watermelon.
Lynn's defeat was inevitable.
Toothy closed its eyes; it dared not look anymore.
That's it, Seven-Smasha is over.
With only this one thought in its mind, its legs went weak, its hand slipped off the railing, and it collapsed to the ground.
Without Lynn's help, it didn't know how to face the vicious Awu.
After waiting for a while, I didn't hear the scream I expected.
Toothy slowly opened his eyes, and the scene before him left him speechless.
Lynn stood in the center of the arena, covered in blood, roaring wildly.
Like a lion giving an acceptance speech after winning a battle for territory.
The big guy lay unconscious at its feet, his massive body lying on the ground like a collapsed mountain.
Seeing this, the other Orks all lowered their heads and made a gesture of submission.
Toothy still couldn't believe her eyes, rubbed them, and looked again.
It's true!
It got up from the ground, its legs still trembling, but its face was beaming with joy.
A surge of elation welled up inside me—I had actually won against Seven-Smasha!
Now they have over thirty Orks; a mere three hundred Gretchin nothing.
It jumped out from behind the fence, ran to Lynn's side, wanted to help him up, but didn't know where to put its hand.
He was covered in blood, looking like he'd been pulled out of a meat grinder.
It could only stand to the side, grinning foolishly, and muttering to itself:
"You're amazing to Seven-Smasha!"
Lynn secretly wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corner of her mouth.
My ribs are aching, my left shoulder is dislocated, and my right eye socket is so swollen I can't open it.
He couldn't actually beat that big guy; that guy's initial stats weren't cut.
Each punch was terrifyingly powerful; it felt like being hit by a truck.
If it really comes down to a fight, he won't last ten moves.
But halfway through the fight, under Lynn's constant eye prompting, the big guy finally remembered.
He remembered who he was, what he was there for, and the female voice speaking in his head.
It began to hold back, reducing the force of its punches by more than half and slowing down its movements, deliberately creating openings for Lynn to exploit.
For its final punch, it even deliberately missed, then fell to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.
These Orks were all created by Rena and were placed here along with Seven-Smasha.
Lynn had woken up first to scout out the situation, and only now that they were needed were they awakened.
Rena still couldn't pull off the Orks foolishness, so Lynn came up with a solution.
Let his personal guard, those Ogryn, control this crucial group of Ork Boyz.
The Ogryn only needed to make a slight move, and that was already the limit of Rena's acting skills.