The Mythical Races I Created

Two days later, Akkad took the injury to participate in the second game.

The holy city arena, the spectators are reveling, this is a brave and glorious fighter.

The cowardly stepped into this place, and he would be discouraged.

The fraudster is not worthy to stand here, because he is bound to be rejected by God the Father.

It was with this kind of mood that Akkad embarked on this path. When he saw his opponent and was asked by the referee to salute each other and look evasive, Akkad was even more certain. This guy has problem.

Akkad beat his chest with his fist, his eyes flashing sharply, and he said loudly to the enemy: "I know why you can beat enemies stronger than you all the way, did you use external force?"

"Honestly, you have defiled the duel in front of the gods."

"You don't deserve to stand here."

The orcs who fight with flail have evasive eyes.

The orc shamans in the arena auditorium were all puzzled, not knowing what Akkad was talking about.

"External force? What external force?"

"I do not know."

The referee in the arena laughed and said: "It seems that our two warriors will face each other as soon as they are on the court."

"Akkad said his enemy is not worthy to stand in front of him!"

"It's worthy of being the champion of the previous generation, so he doesn't leave room for words."

The orc shamans in the audience suddenly realized.

It turned out to be just mutual contempt between opponents.

Hearing the carnival around him, the flailed orc relieved his heart. He curled up his mouth and gave Akkad a twisted smile. "I don't know where you learned about these things, but now what if you tell them all?"

"No orc here will believe you."

"I didn't reveal your meaning." Akkad cast a scornful look at him. "It's just that you should have gained your glory by relying on the strength you gained through exercise. Does opportunism really bring you happiness?"

The orc who uses flail raises the flail and assumes a fighting stance.

He showed a provocative attitude towards Akkad. "It's fine as long as you can win."

"Anyway, even if you use this method to win the game, no one will find out why I can't use it."

Akkad shook his head. "Those powers are not yours, they are given to you by others. Those powers are fake, they are just your crutch, but if you throw away this crutch, you will find that you can walk as fast as you can!"

The orcs using flail attacked. "I just want to win."

The flail is so heavy that it makes people unable to capture its trajectory when it is waved. It is erratic and can bring you a deadly threat at any time.

The heavy flail, combined with the powerful strength of the orc, is as powerful as a bamboo.

Akkad avoided repeatedly, but saw that the flail smashed holes in the ground.

The orc who used the flail was glamorous. "See? Anyway, they only need half of our dead. They are really panicked. They are sincere in cooperating with me."

Akkad could spit out anger in his eyes.

He understands what the other person is talking about.

traitor!

Those who betray the kingdom and race are extremely shameless!

Because his left hand was injured, the weapon used by Akkad was a rapier that was not commonly used by orcs.

Akkad put his left hand behind his back, and while jumping back, he used his sword to pick up the iron yoke that he couldn't dodge.

The totem spirit, which can double his physique, appeared behind Akkad, which made Akkad's power greatly increased, even if it was just wielding a rapier, he could hunt and hunt with the wind.

Seeing this, the hatred in the eyes of the orcs who use flail is even greater.

The referee hid on the side and kept complimenting. "It's really a wonderful battle, the shadow of the flail in the sky, the mighty and elegant swordsmanship, this is the most exciting game I have ever seen."

"Father God is here, the quality of this game is the highest I have ever seen."

In the audience, the orc shamans also commented on this.

The quality of this battle is so high that it may not be possible to reproduce the gladiatorial match in a short period of time.

"High quality of battle?" Akkad used his sword to throw away the opponent's flail, stepped forward, and tried to attack the opponent. "You guy is just an orc who uses external forces."

"Anyway, there is no orc that can tell, that's true." The other party is not ashamed of this.

"Father God will see." Akkad found that the opponent had been attacking from his left hand, probably because his left hand was injured, and he wanted to find his own space from here, but Akkad was not afraid. "You don't deserve to stand here, I will prove it to everyone here soon."

"Can you do it? Come on!"

The other side roared.

The flail drew an arc in the air and landed on Akkad’s shoulder. Under the eyes of the audience, taking a deep breath, Akkad’s shoulder was smashed, but the other party did not show any surprise, Akka. De then inserted a thin sword into the chains of the flail, picking up a roll, and even nailing the chains of the flail with a sword.

The other party hurriedly wanted to withdraw the weapon subconsciously, but pulled the sword entwined with the chain by Akkad.

Akkad rushed forward with a lunge.

The opponent's strength plus his own strength made the orc before he could react, so he rushed to his side and thrust a sword into his abdomen.

"how is this possible!"

The orc's eyes widened and he was vomiting blood. "Why……"

"You shouldn't take back the flail just now. Instead, you should spin the chain and use the inertia of the chain to throw away my sword." Akkad pressed against his body and said coldly: "It seems that their so-called ritual blood only increases you. Physical strength without increasing your combat experience."

"I said that only a person who relies on his own strength and steps up one step at a time can use his own strength proficiently without losing to a small mistake like you did."

"Your strength is only a foreign object, so it is not reliable. You can achieve something by throwing away this crutch."

"I hope I can see you again, next time you challenge me as an orc to wash away your shame."

Akad drew his sword and kicked him over.

The other party was lying on the ground, vomiting blood with red eyes.

The orc witch doctors hurried over and gave him treatment. With the orcs' medical technology and recovery ability, this kind of injury was not considered fatal.

The referee presiding over the game reacted and walked over and raised Akkad's right hand.

"Congratulations Akkad for showing us an excellent fight."

"He just used the opponent's strength to defeat the opponent in turn, making us realize the importance of skill."

In the audience, the orcs could react. They cheered on Akkad's solid fighting skills, and at the same time belittled the orcs who had just failed. They felt that this person was too strange.

Because in the situation just now, it is only possible that the difference between the two people's fighting skills is very large, and Akkad can win the game in that way.

But the orcs who came to the end of this top-level game should never have such a situation.

They cursed the orc swearingly, it was a big mess.

When Akkad left the stadium~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he looked at the statue of God Father in the center of the stadium. Under the feet of the statue of God Father is a replica of the wooden cup symbolizing sacredness.

"The Father of Yongsheng."

"I will guard the threshold of this sacred duel for you, so that those despicable people will never be able to get the throne of champions."

Akkad turned around and left with a firm face. "This is just a field for other orcs, but a battlefield for me!"

...

Shen Fanyu overlooks the space temple.

God's eyes penetrated everything.

He lightly tapped at Akkad, and the spirit of the zombies split into two and flew towards Akkad.

The spirit of creation: "Anyone who firmly believes in our way will be invincible."

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