Second World
chapter-1078

The players in the spectator seats burst into a roaring cheer again. This time, the natives were silent with dark expressions. One loss was okay. Two consecutive losses? This was embarrassing. Almost all the outworlders in the arena were even much lower levels than the native fighters. How did this happen?

Yet, what happened down there was plain for everyone to see. There was no foul play involved. Everything was conducted within the rules.

They heard clapping from the VIP section. It was again the shaman king. The other leaders in that section followed suit.

Seeing their leaders display good sportsmanship, the native spectators understood they couldn't be petty about this. They gave their cheer as well.

Vivian and Ursa returned to their bench as Makadi announced, "We have decided the semi-finalists on Block A from the last two matches. Now, we will proceed with the matches from block B. Please enter the arena, Warsong Rising guild and Giantkiller tribe!"

The four heeded the call. The spectating crowd now no longer mocked the presence of outworlders in the arena. These outworlders had proven to be strong adversaries. They were now praying that this match won't be won by the outworlders again. They won't have the heart to continue watching if so.

"Please… Please… Don't let the outworlders win again," One of the native spectators prayed.

"No way they will win!" His friend beside him uttered. "This is the Giantkiller tribe we are speaking. Have you seen the level of their two fighters down there? If the outworlder wins again, I will eat my own socks!"

"You said the same thing the previous match. You will be running out of socks by the time this tourney ends!"

In the arena, the four participants took their positions.

Phithion and Gerion wore solemn faces. They felt quite a pressure. Both from the opponents and from the fact that the other two outworlder teams had won. If they lost, they would carry the shame as the only outworlder team to lose. They couldn't lose!

Still, the battle spirit was all well and good, but they couldn't help but worry when they saw their opponents. The two natives in front of them were also wearing serious faces. These natives were glaring at them.

Mkulme Giantkiller was a lean but tall orc. His muscle was very well-toned. His hair was in mullet style. In his two fists were two short weapons, a set of karambits.

Mkulme looked calm but everyone saw the tension in his eyes. His glare was due to the anger within him. Anger toward the Thickskull and Slavebinder tribes for humiliating the natives with their losses. He vowed to show these outworlders that natives were not people they should mess with.

Tumwa Giantkiller was shorter than Mkulme. She wore a long cloak that covered most of her body but from the muscles on her exposed arms, everyone could see that she was as robust as Mkulme. She didn't appear to carry any weapons. If she did, it was hidden under her cloak.

When Makadi declared the start of the fight, Tumwa strangely moved to the back.

'Is she a spellcaster?' Phithion wondered. He was aiming his gun at Mkulme while Gerion and his techno golem took a defensive position in front of him. But after seeing Tumwa's movement, Phithion thought perhaps he should aim at Tumwa instead. That native was a mythical grade, after all.

Yet, after moving away, Tumwa sat on the ground and folded her arm. The crowd muttered after seeing her action.

Mkulme walked toward Phithion and Gerion, brandishing his karambits.

"You… Are you planning on taking us alone?" Phithion couldn't help but ask.

"Hmph! I will restore the honor of native orcs by defeating the two of you," Mkulme answered. His body then disappeared.

"What?" Phithion looked around. Was Mkulme so fast that he failed to see the native orc's movements? He turned a full circle but he didn't see Mkulme. The native had literally turned invisible.

"Look out!" Gerion exclaimed and made a punch to the side. A ki bullet shot out. It burst in the air and Mkulme came into view, just a short two meters away from Phithion.

Phithion hurriedly retreated while using Energy Turret and Bombardment back-to-back.

However, before the turret even fired its first bullet, it was already demolished by Mkulme, whose body charged forward accompanied by an energy shell. Mkulme arrived before Phithion in an instant, just as missiles were shot from the disc-shaped aircraft in the air.

Mkulme vanished again. But this time, he reappeared soon, everywhere.

Phithion didn't understand what happened when these multiple Mkulme started landing hits on his body. Jack and Four Winds who watched from afar recognized the move. It was the same multi-sided strikes Mkulme's father, Umeza, used.

Being a level 77 rare elite, Mkulme's every punch dealt high damage. Phithion wasn't able to defend against the multiple hits that came from every angle. He was killed after getting several hits. The missiles that were on their way down disappeared as the Bombardment skill was canceled after its user died.

Gerion had rushed over but he was too late. Mkulme's assault was simply too fast.

Gerion activated Steel Body and Ki-infused Fist before running to where Mkulme appeared after the multi-sided strikes ended. Gerion could identify the spot because he had a basic mana sense ability. That was also the reason how he knew Mkulme's position when the native was invisible.

Gerion made a jumping kick at the back of Mkulme's head. However, his foot simply passed through Mkulme's head. His mana sense informed him then that Mkulme before him was just an illusion, the real Mkulme had shifted behind him.

He put his hand together as he swiveled back. He was using the starting movement of the Ki Blast skill.

But before he unleashed the gathered energy, he saw Mkulme behind him adopting the same pose. He didn't have the time to think too much. He fired his Ki Blast.

Mkulme did the same. He was performing Ki Blast as well. The two energy blasts collided, but it was clear-cut who was the winner. The Ki Blast from Mkulme was three times larger. Mkulme's energy blast completely overwhelmed Gerion's and proceeded to engulf him.

When the blast subsided, Gerion was already down on the ground, lifeless.