Chapter 114: UnwillingThe spectator, Aeryon warriors and the warriors of the Duhai tribe did not understand what Aeryon means by three moves.

    However, it didn’t take long for the true meaning to dawn on the onlookers.

    Aeryon is boldly asserting that he needed only three more moves to secure victory against Durka.

    The audacity of his claim roused mixed reactions among the crowd.

    Aeryon warriors cheers. To them, their chief is invincible

    However, the warriors of the Duhai tribe were far from pleased.

    The notion that Aeryon could so confidently look down upon their esteemed chief stirred resentment and indignation.

    Aeryon is basically saying, that it would only take him three more moves to defeat Durka.

    The people of the Duhai tribe shows an ugly expression, clearly not pleased that Aeryon look down at their chief.

    And Durka is even angrier.

    "Arrogant little boy!" Durka anger surged, and his response was fierce.

    he shouted in anger, his shout echoes all over the fighting ring, the words shock the spectator alike.

    But Aeryon face did not change the slightest, a calm smile on the edge of his mouth.

    The halberd slashes forward and Aeryon could feel that Durka lost a bit of his strength and stamina.

    The halberd slash is slower than before. He dodges, step toward the left side a little, narrowly dodging the halberd strike that comes from above.

    In an instant, he is at Durka side and his sword was slashed

    Shing!

    "First move" he shouted. His words barely feel and Durka was forced down, as he falls to the ground.

    The armor he wore was cut around his side.

    He tries to get up but a sword fell down from above.

    Durka raises his halberd and the sword and halberd clashes again. Only this time, the result is very different than before

    Durka has been injured and he is now sitting on the ground with unfavourable position. In such position, how could he defend with all of his power

    Aeryon had uses his speed to create such a fast attack. It is not only fast but also heavy.

    "Second move" he shouted. And he slashes his sword

    And Durka fell to the ground.

    BOOOM!

    As Durka fell to the ground, the impact of his knee hitting the cold, hard earth was powerful enough to crack the ground beneath him.

    "ROAR!"

    In a surge of raw emotion and frustration, Durka let out a mighty roar that echoed across the battlefield.

    The sound of his roar seemed to summon the very essence of the wild steppe, stirring the grass within a five-meter radius to sway wildly as if caught in a ferocious gale.

    The air crackled with tension as the spectators, Aeryon warriors, and the warriors of the Duhai tribe stood witness to Durka’s fierce display of emotion.

    The roar is like a release of the passion, pride, and determination that had driven him throughout the duel.

    The ground beneath him bore the brunt of his intensity, cracked and broken like the warrior’s spirit that refused to yield.

    The resounding roars echoed far and wide, carrying their power to the ears of everyone within the vicinity of the settlement.

    The thunderous sound seemed to reverberate through the very souls of those who heard it, sending shivers down the spines of even Aeryon most seasoned warriors.

    unshakable resolve and his refusal to accept defeat, that is what the warriors felt when they heard the roar

    A hushed silence followed, as if the world paused to absorb the impact of the warrior’s fierce outburst.

    The echoes of the roar lingered, leaving an indelible mark on the minds of all who bore witness to this extraordinary display of strength and spirit.

    Even Aeryon warriors, who had seen their leader’s unwavering confidence, were momentarily taken aback by the intensity of Durka roar.

    It was as if the very air had been charged with the energy of the duel, and all were held in awe of the warrior’s unrelenting tenacity.

    As the grass swayed in response to his roar, it was as if the very soul of the steppe acknowledged the warrior’s tenacity.

    Aeryon is impressed

    "Indomitable will that shaped destinies" he thought to himself.

    As Aeryon stood tall, his sword poised above Durka halberd, the scene portrayed a clear advantage for Aeryon in the duel.

    Durka knelt on the ground, seemingly in a vulnerable position, and it appeared as though the outcome was all but decided.

    Yet, despite the apparent disparity in their stances, everyone present could not help but recognize the true essence of Durka as a warrior. sea??h thё Novёl?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    The aura of resilience that emanated from Durka was undeniable.

    Even in this seemingly disadvantageous situation, he exuded a warrior’s spirit that commanded respect.

    The fierce determination in his eyes and the unwavering grip on his halberd spoke of a warrior who refused to surrender, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

    The warriors of Aeryon, who had witnessed countless battles and faced formidable foes, acknowledged the formidable nature of Durka.

    They sensed that if they were to meet him on the battlefield, it would not be an easy task to defeat him.

    Durka skill, tenacity, and indomitable spirit were qualities that inspired both awe and admiration.

    Aeryon could not help but sigh

    Aeryon could sense Durka struggle, the veins bulging on his arms like restless serpents, a testament to the immense effort he exerted to resist the pressure.

    Durka entire being seemed to merge with his halberd, as if the two were one, united in a desperate attempt to push back against the overwhelming force bearing down upon him.

    Yet, Aeryon strength was not to be underestimated.

    The power that surged through him was akin to a tempest, the embodiment of twenty men’s might coalescing into a single unstoppable force.

    As he brought down his sword, it felt as if the strength of twenty-one men converged into a resolute strike, unyielding and unwavering.

    Durka defiance did not go unnoticed. Aeryon could see the fire of determination in his eyes, the unshakable spirit of a true warrior.

    Durka entire body trembled under the weight of the sword’s descent, but he refused to relent.

    Every ounce of his being was devoted to pushing back against the force that sought to overpower him.

    The ground beneath him groaned, bearing witness to the titanic struggle taking place upon its surface.

    In the midst of this struggle, time seemed to slow.

    Each second stretched into eternity as the combatants poured every ounce of their strength and resolve into this ultimate confrontation.

    Aeryon mind focused solely on the battle before him, his every sinew aligned with the sword’s trajectory, and he pushed down with unyielding determination.

    This state between two warriors is only felt between these two. To other people, not much time had passed but to them, the time around them seems to slow and everything fade away from their minds. Only the enemy in front of them existed. Only the sword and the halberd and the force that is intertwining with each other is in their eyes and in their senses.

    It was like everything beyond that does not exist. Only you and me and the weapons.

    Aeryon himself did not realize that he is in such state. And Durka also did not realize it. They are too focused on each other that they did not notice they enter such a state.

    "ROAR!" Durka roared

    It is an unwilling roar as Durka knees fall down to the ground with a bang. His knees scraped and he coughed up blood and there is a sound of his bones broken.

    But even so, he still held on

    The battlefield fell into an uneasy silence.

    The Duhai tribe is tense.

    And Aeryon is also tense

    Aeryon eyes, once gleaming with confidence, now reflected a myriad of emotions.

    Aeryon eyes turns complicated. He did not want to turn Durka into a cripple. This is not his intention.

    Durka determination is both awe-inspiring and concerning. Even in his battered state, he clung to his pride and refused to concede defeat. Aeryon understood the indomitable spirit that coursed through the old warrior’s veins, but he also recognized the perilous consequences of allowing the duel to persist.

    If he persist, all of his bones in his arms and his feet would probably be ruined.

    Aeryon admire Durka stubbornness but it is that stubbornness that is now making it hard for him

    "Surrender, Durka," Aeryon urged, the weight of the moment heavy in his words.

    "The outcome is already decided. There is no need for further harm." But Durka did not seem to hear it.

    He grins with blood dripping from the side of his mouth

    "I could do this all day"

    Durka seemed deaf to the plea, his will undeterred by the pain he endured. He spoke through laboured breaths, his voice laced with stubbornness that surpassed even the physical agony he experienced.

    The moment between them seems to stretch on. Durka stubbornly trying to force back the sword up and Aeryon forcing the sword to stay at its place.

    The longer the moment stretched on, the easier it was for Aeryon to maintain the weight of his sword.

    And then Aeryon eyes widened as he realizes something.

    "What the hell?" he thought to himself