The two of them stood on each side of the field facing each other. On one side, the beautiful gate of Arcadia's southernmost city stood proud, while on the other side, there was a horde of 10,000 orcs.
Tristan took a deep breath, prepared himself, and used [Blood Synthesis]. Fountains of blood appeared around him and merged into a massive greatsword made of blood. It was his preferred weapon in fights.
The King used his storage ring and took out a broad sword with a golden handle and shining blade. The weapon looked majestic and elegant, fitting for a king.
Both of them pointed their weapons at each other. Tristan grinned and boldly claimed.
"To be clear, you are offering the kingdom if I manage to beat you, don't you?"
The king replied. "That is what normally happens when you defeat the King, so yes."
