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Mrs. Caster won that match, which wasn't surprising at all. That's another win in her record.

Although a lot happened in that match, in truth, the whole thing only took just slightly more than five minutes from start to finish.

Cedric didn't continue following Mrs. Caster's matches. He had already seen what he needed to see. He had confirmed that she was indeed deserving to be in the top rankings. To be fair, he still hadn't seen everything that she could do as a rune specialist. But that's normal given what she does. It'd take ages of live spectating her to see everything that she could do because there's just too much, and even then, she would definitely keep a few trump cards to herself.

So, instead of wasting time obsessing over that, Cedric just opted to let it go and proceed to another person.

His next target sits at the 10th spot of the Immortal League Rankings.

Codename: Beowulf

History: 5000

Ratio: 4650 Wins, 350 Losses

Five thousand matches. To say that this Beowulf might be a combat nut would certainly be a statement.

Beowulf went online just now, and he wasted no time queuing up for a match. Had Cedric been a bit slower, he would've missed the chance to spectate the guy, but he made it in anyway.

It didn't take long before he was taken into the match to spectate. And as expected, many people were watching him.

Cedric saw Bowulf for the first time, and his physical appearance certainly gave off a lasting impression.

Beowulf was a tall and very muscular man. His limbs looked like they were carved from stone. Even as he stood there doing nothing, he gave off a very intimidating aura, one that made him unapproachable.

He's wearing leather for the most part, but no ordinary leather. Each piece must've been taken from dangerous beasts, and it wouldn't be surprising if those beasts were slain by him personally. He's also wearing wolf-shaped headgear that covers the upper half of his face. This chapter was made possible by the community at MV|LEM|PYR.

Beowulf's weapon of choice was a cestus. It covered most of his forearms, and they seemed to be made from both metal and bones.

Going up against him was another guy called 'Jade Warlord.'

Jade Warlord looked less intimidating than Beowulf, but at the very least, he looked more human. He's a guy wearing a full set of plated armor and holding an overlord spear that shone with fierce sharpness. He had a long black beard that he's now stroking gently as he pondered about this current match of his.

The battlefield generated for these two was a vast continent that seemingly stretched further than the eyes could see. It's filled with patches of forests, mountains, and rivers. The sky was clear, dotted with patches of clouds floating lazily. The sun was bright and the wind was cool. It's a beautiful world, a peaceful one too.

A pity that it's about to turn into a battlefield for these two and will most likely be reduced to ruins afterwards. Fortunately, it's all just a virtual world.

As the countdown ended, the faint cheers and encouragement he heard from his fellow spectators died down. Even though they all knew that their voices wouldn't be heard by the fighters, they still went silent anyway as if they were afraid of disturbing the match.

Clang!

The clash was immediate. Beowulf certainly didn't waste time. He charged at his opponent with clear intent to harm and maim. His cestus gleamed with a deep sanguine light, oozing with killing intent that's manifesting into reality itself.

Beowulf didn't use any fancy technique or skillful maneuvers to bridge the distance. He just tapped his foot on the ground, and the strength behind his kick was what propelled him forward with blistering speeds. He didn't just shatter the sound barrier with that; he also destroyed a good chunk of the land he was previously on.

Jade Warlord, on the other hand, didn't look surprised by this. If anything, he might be expecting no less, even.

He readily received the murderous man with his spear. Compared to Beowulf, though, Jade Warlord looked as steady as a mountain.

Boom!

The opposing parties clashed, and it resulted in the ground caving in beneath them. The winds howled, the skies darkened all of a sudden, and even the fabrics of space were groaning because of their struggle.

Jade Warlord kept swatting Beowulf away like a pest using his spear. But even though the sharp edge of his spear repeatedly sliced through Beowulf's body, all it left were white lines like chalk. He couldn't hurt Beowulf's body at all. And that's even with him putting an extra oomph into his attacks.

Beowulf's attacks varied between punches and claws. When he punches, the air screams. His arms were like cannons firing nonstop. His claws were sharp and left a sanguine aftertrail that sliced through any material that stood in their way. While they couldn't shred the warlord's spear, they're still sharp enough to be seen as a fatal threat that had to be avoided.

Seeing Beowulf fight was like watching a prowling beast. And that's not really wrong considering that sometimes, Beowulf would crouch or run like a four-legged beast instead of a bipedal creature.

The pressure was climbing up. Soon, Jade Warlord decided that the probing attacks had gone on long enough and it was time to bring out the big guns.

Roar!

A stunning roar erupted from within his body, causing Cedric to blink and focus because that roar sounded very familiar. A brief second later, he saw a silhouette of a mighty dragon appearing behind Jade Warlord and instantly realized why it sounded familiar.

The warlord's spear screamed, turning into a long dragon that seemingly came to life. It snarled at Beowulf and charged, seemingly wanting to swallow him whole.

Cedric thought he was seeing things, but he saw a brief flash of disdain gleaming from Beowulf's eyes after the dragon appeared. Though, considering how sharp his eyesight was, he probably saw it right.

In response to this provocation, Beowulf just stood still, inhaled sharply, and released an even louder roar. One that shook the heavens and the earth upon its release.

ROAR!!!

The sound was thunderous and frightening. Cedric knew that if any weak-willed individuals heard that, they would either immediately faint or even straight up die.

That roar also sounded like a wolf's howl, which is kind of thematic to Beowulf's whole image. And although, stereotypically, dragons are mightier than wolves, the outcome here went differently.

Beowulf's roar ruthlessly negated the dragon's momentum, erasing it completely from existence. Jade Warlord took the full brunt of that roar, causing him to cough out blood. It's clear that the sound shook him to the core and dissipated every bit of momentum he had gathered so far.

He wasn't given any time to breathe, though, because even before the wolf's howl faded, Beowulf was already upon him.

Fortunately, Jade Warlord was experienced enough to handle the aftermath. He once again swatted Beowulf with his spear. This time, he knew that his opponent's physique was too pervertedly tough, so he never expected to hurt or injure him; all he wanted was to create some space so that he could recover from his chaotic origin energy flow. And he did just that.

But Beowulf was like a persistent predator. He just refuses to stop moving. Even after being sent flying away, he managed to cut the momentum in half, dropping halfway through the supposed distance and then charging back once more as soon as he landed.

However, that little bit of time he managed to give for himself was enough for the warlord to recover. So, at the inevitable moment that Beowulf came, Jade Warlord was ready to once more receive him.

The warlord's killing intent began climbing to the skies. His history of war and prolonged battles was starting to manifest. His momentum was climbing again as he repeatedly clashed with Beowulf.

And the longer their clash went, the stronger and fiercer the warlord got. Previously, his spear only left white gashes on Beowulf's body, but now, his spear seemed to have gained more sharpness as the combat went into full swing, so that he could now leave shallow wounds on his opponent.

It's just that Beowulf's recovery was so fast that this wasn't visible right away, but this scene couldn't escape Cedric's eyes.

Also, the longer this fight went on, the more Beowulf was being pushed back. Jade Warlord slowly but steadily pressed on to him. He didn't retreat; he advanced instead.

Beowulf was trying his best to push back, but he lacked the same reach and penetrating power that Jade Warlord has with his spear. And his fighting style was frankly barbaric, which was obviously being taken advantage of by the warlord.

Seeing all of this would make anybody doubt Beowulf's place in the top ranking. But fortunately, he didn't disappoint.

Because while Jade Warlord was most definitely going all out now, Beowulf still hasn't shown his real fangs.

He's about to be. And it all started when, out of nowhere, he retreated and perched on top of a mountain to howl at the non-existent moon.

And as soon as his howl resounded to the world, day turned to night, and the full moon appeared just above him.

Then, Beowulf began his transformation...