Fake Princess
CCLXXIV Chapter
The big man stepped forward to approach Haruki. The big axe that was firmly in his hand swayed strongly towards Haruki, Haruki walked backwards as his opponent advanced by hitting his axe firmly on the ground several times.
The man again swung his axe forward, Haruki moved sideways avoiding the big axe earlier. Blood again splashed the air as the man's axe cut off the body of the man lying under his feet.
Haruki quickly swung his spear into the man's arm. Blood poured out of the man's arm accompanied by skin and flesh on the man's arm that was sticking up like a piece of bread that was almost cut in two.
The man looked at Haruki who was still standing silently without a sound staring at him. The axe that had slipped from the man's hand was again grabbed and lifted with another hand.
The directionless axe swings that the male made were heading wildly towards Haruki. Haruki moved leisurely backwards, dodging to the right and then to the left and vice versa as his opponent grew more eager to raise the axe he was holding.
Haruki clasped his spear firmly, both of his hands grasping the spear had swung strongly as the man's speed decreased. The man was silent for a moment, looking at his arm that was holding the axe was suddenly broken in front of him.
Blood poured out followed by the fall of the axe and his arm to the ground. My hand gripped firmly the clothes Cia was wearing as I previously patted her on the back.
Haruki's spear quickly slashed the front of his opponent's neck. Like an animal being slaughtered, the man fell to his knees with his head looking up. Fresh blood poured out from the wound on the man's neck...
Haruki took a few steps closer to the man, moving his right leg to hit the man's head so hard that almost a little... Slightly cut off from his neck, the man's body fell backward followed by the kick that Haruki did.
Silence, no cheers, no whispers, absolutely silence without sound. A clapping sound suddenly sounded from the direction beside me, my head turned to look at Izumi who was unceasingly clapping her hands.
I turned back to Eneas who was doing the same thing. I thrust my hands together and patted each other, the sound of clapping... The more crowded it sounded, and the more boisterous followed by several whistles that also sounded.
The middle-aged man who was previously standing on the spectator bench had walked up to Haruki with two large-bodied men behind him. Gradually, things went back to silence as the middle-aged man got closer and closer to Haruki.
The middle-aged man turned his head towards the two men standing behind him. I don't know what they're talking about, it's just that the two men waved their hands at the bleachers a few times.
My eyes moved around, six men who were also large in stature got up from the spectator bench and walked jumping towards the field of battle.
The six men, carrying one corpse at a time, threw it back into the previous hole, and so on, leaving the empty land with the wet blood that had been tanned on it.
The six men bowed back to the middle-aged man before they turned back away from the place. Haruki was still standing looking at the middle-aged man with his hands crossed on his chest...
"Don't be happy first, the real challenge is just about to begin" said the middle-aged man as he directed his wooden funnel toward his face.
"Against the leader of this place isn't it?" Haruki answered his words with his head leaning against the spear while looking at the middle-aged man.
"You're right, before the real fight happens. You are freed to surrender immediately by becoming a slave, or to keep up the fight of life and death," said the middle-aged man chimed in Haruki's words.
"I chose life and death. So meet me with the leader of this place," said Haruki lifting his spear to the shoulder.
"Really, okay. If that's your decision" said the middle-aged man turned to face the two big men behind him.
The middle-aged man suddenly undressed the clothes he was wearing, he also took off his pants leaving behind a piece of cloth covering his bottom.
The two big men turned around with a few strands of clothes that the middle-aged man had worn before. The middle-aged man walked over and grabbed and pulled one of the spears stuck on the ground.
With a spear on the shoulder just like Haruki, the middle-aged man walked up to Haruki with a spear he held towards Haruki.
"Hanbal, the leader of this place."
"If you want to win? Defeat me first," the middle-aged man continued.