Chapter 7 Fierce Battle in the Devil’s Cave (Part 1)
Chapter 7 Fierce Battle in the Demon's Cave (Part 1)
Half an hour later, the young man found himself in a cell.
This small room was filled with the smell of moisture, mold, and blood. The bones beside it looked like they had been dead for a long time, and countless disgusting bugs were crawling on them.
He was emotionless and not afraid of these things, but out of biological instinct of disgust, he still moved his body and tried not to get close to those unclean things.
But he couldn't move much distance, and his body was restricted by thick and heavy chains. The metal groaning from the chains, as well as the rough and rusty surface of the chains, both made the young man feel unhappy.
The door of the cell was opened and a lot of rust was shaken off. The masked man was waiting outside the cell.
"Get ready, it's your turn." He threw a crudely embroidered iron sword to the young man.
"...That's it?" There was vague dissatisfaction on the young man's face. In this era where lightsabers are used in battles everywhere, people still have to wield an old and heavy broken sword.
The masked man sneered sinisterly. He didn't care about the young man's life and death: "It's better to be simple. What if I give an expensive lightsaber to a kid like you and it breaks?"
The young man sighed helplessly and picked up the iron sword. He almost wanted to use it to attack the masked man, but he knew in his heart that this was a meaningless and stupid act. He sighed and asked: "Where is the opponent?"
"You'll see him soon." The masked man tugged on the chain and pulled the young man like an animal.
He led the young man for a short distance in the dark passage, unhooked the young man's chains at the exit, gave Arthur another kick, and kicked him into the arena.
This is a death fighting pit circled by a natural crystal cave. The walls are covered with sharp crystal pillars to prevent the fighters from climbing up the wall and escaping. There are vague figures on a high platform above, and Arthur knows that they are watching the game.
dignitaries.
Before Arthur, who was thrown into the pit of death, could get up completely, the iron fence on the opposite side had been opened. No, it was knocked open by a giant beast on the opposite side of the fence.
It was a monster that the boy had never seen before. Its whole body was covered with rotten flesh, its mouth was spitting out a foul stench, and its blood-red eyes without intelligence shone with murderous intent.
"Ogre!" The boy recalled a description similar to this monster from ancient books.
It is a monster that is more troublesome than a dragon when it is violent. Because the dragon is wise, it will inevitably hesitate at critical moments. It will always hurt when it is cut, and its moves will reveal flaws.
The ogre is a monster that lives and dies for fighting. It will not feel pain or get tired. It will only keep killing until there is nothing left to kill. It is a pure killing machine.
The young man weighed the iron sword in his hand and knew that the rusty sword could not penetrate the monster's heart, which was wrapped in strong muscles. The weapon in the opponent's hand - a large hammer - was too heavy to be used.
Just when the boy was feeling worried, the monster rushed up and hit the boy on the head with a hammer!
"Hmph!" The young man dodged quickly and stabbed the monster in the abdomen with his sword, but the rusty sword got stuck between the monster's ribs. The monster didn't even waver, and just swept forward with a hammer.
In desperation, the young man immediately abandoned the iron sword and rolled over to avoid the fatal blow.
The ogre had already made a backhand, and the hammer hit the young man's head. Arthur turned his head to avoid it, as if he had rear eyes.
Bang! The heavy hammer hit the ground, and the stone chips raised caused several bloody cuts on the young man's face. But those were minor injuries that were insignificant, so Arthur didn't care and took the time to get up.
The ogre swept away wildly, while the boy focused on dodge, quickly dodging the monster's attacks time and time again!
On the high platform above, behind a magic mirror, two figures looked at the young man in the pit of death.
"How's it going? Is your skill pretty good?" asked the tall figure among them.
"I want to see it until the end." Another one, who was smaller but still majestic, said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur in the pit of death had already found a way to fight back.
He pretended to fall and lured the ogres to attack him.
The ogre swung his heavy hammer recklessly, thinking that he could kill the boy. But he didn't know that he lost his focus with his reckless attack.
Seeing that the time had come, Arthur swept his foot on the little toe of the ogre's toe. The ogre completely lost his balance, stumbled, and hit a sharp stalagmite protruding from the ground, causing his head to explode.
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The young man climbed up from the monster's blood as if nothing had happened, wiped off the blood on his body, and picked up his iron sword.
It's not like he has never seen this bloody scene before. He has experienced countless thrilling and dangerous situations, so this little thing is nothing.
"Did you see it? It's as strong as a monster." The tall figure said again.
"It won't work like this." Another figure poured cold water on him.
"How could it not work? There is no doubt about your fighting ability?"
"The problem is not combat ability. The opponent is a legendary monster, and he has no weapons. He can stay calm and win calmly in such a bad situation. Isn't there fear in his heart? Compared with food
In terms of human demons, this kid is more like a monster, right? A person without fear will one day embark on the road of self-destruction. If he is allowed to lead his subordinates, how many people will be buried with him? Such a person
It cannot be used."
"Even if you say this," the tall figure still doesn't give up, "let's test it again. I don't believe there is really no fear in his heart. Maybe he is just overconfident?"
Arthur had just taken a breath, and the iron door of the death pit opened again. Another monster climbed in. This giant-like creature had no weapons in its hands, and did not even wear armor. It only wore a weird helmet. It was ugly.
The iron helmet leaves only a slit for seeing.
The young man sneered: "You don't even wear armor, but you wear a helmet. What's hidden under the helmet?"
The other party probably didn't understand human words, so he immediately pounced on Arthur.
The young man nimbly turned over to dodge, turned around and slashed with his sword, intending to take off the giant's head. Just before the blade fell, the young man felt a burning sensation in his hand. When he realized something was wrong and immediately threw away the iron sword, the blade of the iron sword
It had long since been melted into a puddle of molten iron, sizzling on the ground.
"It's true," Arthur took a few steps back and covered his smoking hand, "Cyclops."
Melting the iron sword is exactly what the Cyclops does. There is only one eye on its head, but that one magic eye focuses the photons and emits a scorching light that can melt the steel in an instant. If anyone is caught by this light
If hit, it will inevitably turn into charcoal and inevitably die.
"I'm so lucky today. I met so many rare and rare beasts in one day." The young man waved his fist at the monster and made a provocative gesture, "Come on, one-eyed monster. Can you hit me?"
A ray of light came, and the boy rolled to avoid it. Two, three, dozens of rays of light came, and the boy dodged them one by one, but his fatigue gradually showed.
His physical strength has never been good, and no matter how hard he exercises, he can only become what he is now. His body is like a cursed existence, rejected by photons. Strength is out of reach for him, and only weakness will always be by his side.
It was such a young boy with insufficient physical strength, but he clearly understood his own weakness and knew that going head-on was not the answer.
------He is better at outsmarting his opponents rather than suppressing them with brute force.
However, there is no weapon in his hand. No, even if he has the broken iron sword in his hand, it is useless. He will be scorched before he even gets close to the Cyclops. Melee weapons are of no use at all.
------When a person is in a desperate situation, wisdom may not be useful.
What should I do? What should I do?! Is this the end? I haven’t done anything, I haven’t even realized my dream, and I’m just going to die here?
What should I do? What should I do? Just die in a place that no one knows about. Even if I die, no one will care, no one will miss me, and my existence will turn into nothingness, as if it never existed.
Who would be willing to die in this way?!
"Are you kidding..." the young man muttered in a low voice, with the anger he had accumulated for many years in his voice: "How could I die in a place like this! Impossible!!"
The Cyclops saw the boy stop and immediately aimed at the boy. The one-eyed eye in his helmet was shining with blood-red light, and it seemed that he was about to launch a powerful attack.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” Arthur threw a broken jar, grabbed a stone and threw it towards the giant: “Fuck you!!--------”
------All it takes is a little luck.
The stone drew a beautiful parabola, hit the small gap in the giant's helmet without any bias, and got stuck.
The "stone" thrown by the young man was not an ordinary stone. It was an iron sword that had been melted into a small piece just now.
The piece of scrap iron got stuck in the giant's helmet, and happened to meet the Cyclops's blazing light. Hit by the blazing light at the closest distance, the scrap metal instantly vaporized and expanded, causing a huge explosion.
boom---------!!
The Cyclops' head was blown apart, and the air wave caused by the huge explosion blew the boy away. The iron fragments pierced the boy's body like shotguns. If he hadn't jumped back first and made a defensive posture, the fragments would have penetrated his body.
Offal!
Arthur's thin body hit the stone wall heavily, and he fell unconscious instantly.
"Uh, this is a big joke." Among the two figures on the high platform, the taller one turned around and ordered: "Notify the medical team immediately!"
"It's really interesting." Another figure has been watching the young man calmly.
He had just seen clearly that part of the debris was avoiding the boy in an unnatural trajectory and passing by, so the boy was not seriously injured.
"Is this kid very lucky?"
Is it really luck?
Or is it that the moment the boy was hit, he twisted his fate and turned the impossible into a possibility?