【Forbidden for the Brave】(6)

Chapter Six: Krusa

Today, I surprisingly woke up on my own. For the past two days, Anya had been waking me up early with all sorts of

noise. Opening my eyes, I saw it was just getting light; Anya was probably still sleeping. I quickly dressed and

decided to make some noise to wake her up, a little revenge.

Pushing open the door, I found Anya still fast asleep, but her sleeping posture wasn't very pleasant. The blanket was pulled up to her lower abdomen , revealing her flat, firm skin

. Combined with the snow-white skin characteristic of elves, it looked almost translucent. One smooth thigh was exposed

, and her pajamas were askew overnight, revealing

most of her breasts, which even the boss's rough hands could barely cover. Bathed in the morning light, they appeared even whiter and smoother. Her long hair, already only slightly pink, looked like silver threads in

the sunlight .

Ever since I had sex with the boss's wife, my lower body always involuntarily aroused whenever I saw a woman's body

. Reason immediately began to fight to the death with my wicked thoughts.

I was standing there in a daze when Anya slowly opened her eyes, and our eyes met.

"Ah!!"

"What are you doing! You pervert!"

Anya threw a pillow at me, hitting me squarely in the face. I awkwardly backed away.

After a while, Anya came out dressed, glaring at me fiercely.

"Next time you come near me while I'm sleeping, hmph!"

She said, pulling out the knife I'd given her, indicating my fate. I scratched my head and said,

"I just wanted to wake you up, but you woke up as soon as I went in, haha, haha."

We went to the tavern for breakfast. The owner and his wife seemed to have recovered quite a bit, but the wife

kept avoiding my gaze, while the owner was still brazenly peeking at Anya's chest. After breakfast, we went to

the arena and got a good spot. The arena was still packed, and the host, with his round belly

, sat there, seemingly waiting for the match to start.

With a "dong" of the gong, the host stood up, his greasy face grinning.

"Good morning, viewers! Let's begin today's group battle! First, let's see what

the first set of numbers is."

He didn't bother with any small talk. As soon as he finished speaking, the two huge spheres on either side began to spin,

each engraved with a number. When the two spheres stopped, the two sets of numbers facing upwards were the two opposing sides.

"Number 4 and Number 6! Oh! Number 4 is a group of four mercenaries from the Kingdom of Barton! Number 6 is a group of four adventurers from

the Cassia Forest !"

With the host's introduction, the two groups stepped onto the stage one after the other amidst the cheers of the audience. Compared to

the four human male mercenaries of Number 4, Number 6 was clearly more eye-catching. There were two male Night Demons, one human female, and one

male Saru. The Saru are a race from the northern highlands, belonging to a branch of humans, but with orc blood flowing in their veins

. They are naturally taller than humans, with black hair and red eyes. The four mercenaries clearly felt the pressure and

had already assumed a defensive stance.

Then, the iron cages on both sides rose up. Cage number 4 contained several elven weapons, a large bag of gold coins, and some

materials from ferocious magical beasts. Cage number 6 contained a human woman, with a well-proportioned figure and fairly pretty looks,

though vacant. The remaining items were also some spoils taken from magical beasts, including a

rather valuable dragon crystal.

With a wave of the host's fat hand, another gong sounded, announcing the start of the battle. The four mercenaries consisted of a priest,

a swordsman , a shield warrior, and an archer—a combination with a very high safety factor. Unless facing

an opponent of significantly different strength, their chances of winning were quite high. Conversely, the four in cage number 6 were all offensive types: a

mage , two assassins, and a berserker.

The priest began chanting a spell to enchant the archer's arrows. The shield warrior stood at the forefront, assuming a defensive stance, while

the swordsman remained stationary, waiting for an opportunity. At the same time, the female mage began chanting a spell, and a spark began

to gather on her chest. Two assassins, one on the left and one on the right, bypassed the shield warrior and used Wind Walk to prepare to flank and kill the priest first. However, it

was that the four mercenaries had a high degree of coordination. The shield warrior charged directly at one of the night demons, while

the swordsman charged at the other assassin.

With a loud bang and a flash of fire, the four warriors clashed weapons simultaneously. The archer's arrow flew

swiftly from the bowstring, creating a shockwave under the priest's enchantment that hurtled towards the female mage. At the same time, the archer quickly drew two arrows

and fired them at the two night demons. Just as the shockwave was about to hit, the berserker rushed over and used his giant axe to block

it . However, the impact was so powerful that even the Saruman's tall body was thrown back along with the axe. But he

managed to block the attack. Without hesitation, the archer continued to draw his bow and fired several more arrows at the berserker. The berserker's thigh and

forearm immediately wounded. The archer became more and more courageous and planned to press his advantage. Just as the arrow was nocked, a spark

flashed before his eyes, and a huge fireball came hurtling towards him.

"Damn it! There's no way to dodge it!"

The priest quickly chanted, forming a magical shield in front of the archer, but it only blocked the tip of the iceberg. The fireball

struck the archer directly, instantly turning him into a burning fireman who let out a series of wails. The priest hurriedly chanted a spell

to try to extinguish the fire, but before he could finish the spell, a huge black shadow appeared in front of him in an instant. The last

thing he saw was the female mage walking leisurely towards him in the distance and the giant axe already swinging in front of him.

The swordsman saw his comrade die, and his blocking speed gradually couldn't keep up with the night demon's dagger. Then he felt

wounds all over his body and shouted loudly.

"Aha!"

The defensive greatsword shifted to an offensive stance, swinging directly at the Night Demon, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back,

the hilt flying out of his hand. Turning around, he saw another Night Demon had already plunged a dagger into his back. Not far away, the Shield Warrior

was facing off against the Berserker, but was clearly being suppressed due to his physical weakness. Suddenly, another dagger pierced his chest

. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Shield Warrior could only grit his teeth and shout,

"I surrender!"

The female mage in the distance chuckled wickedly. The Shield Warrior glared at her angrily through gritted teeth. The announcer stood up and

announced that number 6 had won, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. Some audience members, however, were not happy, probably because they had bet on the wrong

number , or perhaps they were unhappy that number 4's spoils did not include a woman.

Several fairies went on stage to clean up the corpses. Fairies had almost no combat ability, but they possessed the most...

Their strong escape abilities and innate short-range spatial teleportation

are unmatched . Therefore, using them to clean up corpses is absolutely wise. The most valuable slaves are also fairies, as they

are the most difficult race to capture.

Immediately afterward, without interruption, the two enormous iron balls began spinning at high speed again, the buzzing sound drowning out

the audience's shouts, finally stopping on numbers 1 and 7 respectively.

"Number 1 is still from the Kingdom of Barton! The Iron Shield Knights! Number 7 is Krusa Ironclaw from the Kingdom of Loku

and his men! Let's give them a round of applause!"

the host shouted dramatically, his fat face jiggling violently with each shout.

Hearing Krusa's name, I shuddered. Here they come! The one who stepped onto the arena was indeed that damned

orc , but this time he appeared even more imposing and powerful, probably because of his two enormous iron claws.

Now I understand the origin of his name; those two massive claws were over a meter long, and being hit by them would likely

result in certain death. Behind him stood three equally tall orcs, who also looked like seasoned

warriors.

Orcs were almost exclusively warriors. Although they possessed naturally strong physiques, they were completely

unable to condense magical power. Moreover, cultivators could only choose to practice either martial arts or magic. For some reason, once one was

chosen , the body would reject the other ability. Even if a mage could train their physique

, they couldn't use the skills of a true warrior; at least so far, I hadn't heard of anyone successfully practicing dual cultivation

.

On the other side, the Iron Shield Knights, as the name suggests, consisted of four shield warriors. This combination tactic was called Absolute

Defense , and their skillful coordination fully lived up to the title. Both sides looked very confident, and Krusa turned his head

, seemingly speaking to some of his subordinates.

Then, the iron cages on both sides rose. On Kruza's side were the two female attendants seen on the notice board earlier,

a bag of gold coins, and distinctive armor and weapons from around the world. One was human, with shoulder-length black hair, a well-proportioned

figure , and a firm but not large bust. Her slightly revealing bodysuit was quite

alluring. The other was a cat-eared girl. Cat-eared girls are a type of orc. Orcs, unlike

half-orcs , are more human in build but possess distinct animalistic features and abilities. They primarily live in groups in

the wild, are smaller than human women, and wear a leather strap around their necks, fully revealing Kruza's perverse

tastes.

On the Iron Shield Knights' side were three bags of gold and two human women, one slightly slender and the other

slightly plump, but neither detracting from their beauty. Their attire didn't suggest slaves; they were perhaps the families of one of the knights

.

"Bang!" Another gong rang out, and the four shield warriors charged simultaneously, converging on Kruza.

They clearly saw Kruza as the core of the team and knew he had to be eliminated quickly. But a strange

scene unfolded on Kruza's side: three of his subordinates retreated, leaving only Kruza standing arrogantly at the forefront, watching the four

impacts come hurtling towards him.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, Kruza let out a maniacal laugh, his legs shifting back and forth as he also assumed a charging

stance , his two massive iron claws ready to meet the attack. In an instant, the two sides collided, and with a

deafening roar, thick dust billowed up from the arena. Even those in the stands could feel a gust of wind from the arena

hitting , the sand and dust eliciting various shouts of dissatisfaction from the audience.

After the wind subsided, the dust slowly settled, leaving the arena completely silent. The audience rose and squinted at the arena

, gradually making out a towering figure through the dust—it was Kruza, but the four shield warriors were nowhere to be seen. After

several seconds, when the dust had completely settled, the audience suddenly erupted in a loud cheer.

Kruza stood in the center of the ring, surrounded by unrecognizable bodies, blood splattering in a

circular pattern . He licked the blood from his face with a wicked grin and arrogantly declared

, "Completely useless! Didn't even get any fun!"

The entire arena erupted in cheers. Some shouted Kruza's name, some screamed excitedly, and

others asked questions in disbelief.

"What happened?"

"Wow, that was fast! I didn't see anything! What happened?"

"Haha, I saw it all! Just that one moment, Kruza…"

someone boasted, the admiring gazes of the nearby women and men making him incredibly proud.

What just happened was indeed too fast, but I still saw it all clearly. Now that I think about it, it's all thanks to my master

's strict training, or rather, death training... There is a monster in this world called the manticore.

It has the appearance , but its fur is all black. A poisonous stinger is hidden in the thick fur at the tip of its tail. Once a person is hit,

they will lose their five senses, namely smell, hearing, sight, taste, and touch. My master often locked me and the manticores he caught

in the same room and made us fight. The only thing he told me was that the scorpion venom was only a mental paralysis. If I focused

my mind I could find a way to break the spell. I almost died in there the first three times. I once suspected that I was

the child of his enemy, who deliberately made me wish I were dead.

But as the number of times increased, I slowly began to control my hearing, then touch, smell, and finally

sight. As for taste, I really didn't have the inclination to try it at the time... So I learned to lower one of my senses to enhance

others. Just now, I lowered my hearing and quickly took out the

goggles . Although Anya kept saying that I was wearing something tacky, I just thought it looked cool...

Krusa looks burly and clumsy, but his attack just now undoubtedly showed his high agility.

The moment the four shield warriors touched him, he swung his claws and lifted the four of them, along with their heavy armor and shields, into

the air . Even an orc would need considerable strength to do that. Then, he used his legs to propel himself and

began to spin at high speed around himself. His two claws turned into a whirlwind, and the four shield warriors were torn

apart .

I turned around and saw Anya looking at me anxiously. She realized now that she had made an empty promise.

Forget about helping the boss; she wasn't even sure if I could withstand a single blow. She had no idea

what my true strength was; the few thugs I'd just driven away were nothing to worry about. I didn't know how to comfort her.

To be honest, I had absolutely no idea if I could win against Kruza.

I smiled helplessly at her, and she said ,

"Let's go back."

No way! Kruza is despicable, but knowing his style, there's bound to be a good show to watch. But I

reluctantly agreed; I couldn't let her go back alone and risk being snatched away on the way. So I got up

and left with her. Behind us, we heard the announcer's booming voice:

"Let's cheer for Kruza! Let him continue to show us his masculinity!" Even

after leaving the arena, we could still hear the shouts of Kruza from the plaza behind us. We were silent for

a while, then she suddenly stopped and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault for forcing you to agree to my unreasonable request. I'll personally

apologize to the boss for breaking my promise, and I'm also sorry for making you participate in the competition with me. Please forget about it."

It seemed Kruza's strength had greatly affected her, and the match she wanted me to compete in was definitely no less than

Kruza's ability. To comfort her, I had to put on a brave face.

"Are you kidding me? Even if you don't go, I'm still helping the boss!"

Actually, it was helping the boss's wife; who would help that lecherous old man?

"Besides, if you don't come with me, what am I supposed to compete with? I can take

care ."

She knew I was bragging, and still looked worriedly down, speaking weakly.

"Let's go back to the hotel and discuss this further."

I knew I had to let her make the decision now. After all, I couldn't really handle Kruza so easily

. In fact, with Kruza's abilities, he shouldn't even be in an F-level event, but the competition groupings were based on prizes, so

there was nothing I could do. Anya probably hadn't quite grasped the situation yet.

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