The slave boy didn't wait for the boar to run towards him, instead, he made the first move and ran towards the weapon platform.
The Demonic Wild Boar charged at the same time. Just when the boar was a few feet away from him, the boy used all the momentum he gathered and kicked the ground before jumping up vertically. The charging boar couldn't stop immediately and brushed past him.
He knew that the boar would lock onto him, so he made sure that he wouldn't be in the place the boar estimated him to be at the last moment.
This is obviously risky.
If his timing is a bit off, he would be crushed by the boar into meat paste, or not since he didn't have much meat on him, to begin with.
The boy once again started running towards the weapon platform and this time, he is much faster than before. Once again, when the boar is just a foot away, he leaped forward and his feet brushed past the rough skin on the beast.
He could feel a faint sting on his feet, but he didn't care and just ran towards the platform.
After dodging the boar barely one more time, he managed to reach the platform without being injured.
But he is panting and his feet are bleeding a little bit.
The constant skidding and sudden leaping as well as the kicking on the ground opened up several wounds. But he didn't care. He hurriedly reached out for the weapons. He directly went for a spear, but he didn't wield it, instead, he stabbed the tail end of the shaft into a wall crack behind the platform and made it stick out horizontally.
His hands moved quickly as he picked up a wooden bow and the quiver full of arrows. Finally, he picked up a spiked mace which should be way too heavy for him to use. He would be done after half a dozen swings and he is sure as hell not going to beat the boar with just those strikes.
The boy took a deep breath as he focused on the sound of the hooves.
*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud*
As the sound got closer, jumped to the side and the boar directly rammed into the platform.
The spear that was sticking out stabbed into the boar's shoulder, but it didn't go two deep as the spear couldn't withstand the boar's strength.
But the charge of the boar made it hit the well-built stone wall at full force as it ran through the table full of weapons.
*BAM*
Everyone in the arena fell silent as they saw the Boar wobble a bit.
The boy didn't let his chance go.
He used all of his strength and swung the spiked mace at the back of the front leg's knuckle.
The spikes of the mace pierced the relatively delicate skin behind the knee, but the muscle fibers of the boar tightened in pain as the mace got stuck there.
The mace might be big for the boy, but the head of the mace is actually smaller than the pit in that knuckle.
The body didn't dare stay close to the boar and immediately ran away. He put a few meters distance between both of them and nocked an arrow on the bowstring with practiced ease.
He stretched the string to the maximum almost making the bow creak and took a deep breath.
The Boar came back to its senses and looked at the boy angrily.
*ROAR*
It roared in rage and turned towards the boy.
*WHOOSH*
On that cue, the arrow left the bow as it cut through the air and pierced in the right eye of the boar as it charged forward.
*ROAR*
The boar roared in pain and moved to the side, just a little bit. The boy moved to the other side and nocked another arrow while doing it. Took a deep breath and..
*WHOOSH*
Another arrow was shot at the left eye, but as the boar wildly shook in pain it missed and hit its ear.
*ROAR*
But it still groaned in pain even though it is relatively milder compared to the first shot.
*WHOOSH*
As it turned to the boy another whistled and hit the injured knee from the side.
The boar shook a bit, but it charged at him with all of its might.
The boy once again started jumping and skidding around, he panted crazily as he had many close shaves with the boar and whenever it went past him to a certain distance, an arrow whistled through the air.
*WHOOSH*
*WHOOSH*
*WHOOSH*
In the next ten minutes, the boar was hit multiple times and both of its eyes. But it is still pinpointing his location with its heightened sense of smell.
The boy is panting heavily and he noticed that there are only three more arrows left. He looked around and saw something.
He put the arrow back in quiver and picked up a wood chopping ax.
The whole arena fell silent by now.
This was supposed to be a small event where the boar tortured the young slave boy. But with just sheer grit and practiced ease, the body played around with the boar.
But everyone can see that he is panting heavily. He is on his last legs and he cannot possibly able to perform on the same level for a long time.
Meanwhile, although the boar is injured in several places, it has yet to have a critical injury that could kill it.
It just slowed down by a little bit.
Now that they saw the axe in this boy's hands and only three arrows left in his quiver, they thought that he had given up.
The Boar charged at him and just like before he dodged once again, but this time he didn't run away after dodging, instead he went after the boar's hindlegs and he swung the ax with all of his strength.
*CHOP*
*SQUIRT*
*ROAR*
*BAM*
The axe landed on the testicles of the boar and blood squirted all over his face. The wild boar roared and used its hind legs to kick the boy.
The spat out blood and drew a beautiful red arc in the air as he crashed into the ground.
The bow finally broke with this crash and the quiver was smashed into pieces along with the arrows.
*SLID*
He slid on the coarse soil arena and the wounds on his back opened up even more.
Everyone thought the boy is dead, but they didn't cheer. They instead looked at the Demon Boar that fell on its knuckled and groaned in pain.
But to these people's surprise, the boy woke up.
His nose is broken and he spat out his molar tooth. He grits his teeth and walked forward as he picked up the axe on the ground. He didn't dare to delay any longer and started hacking the boar. He crazily hacked into its back as he moved forward and continuously hacked all over its body before he reached the head.
The boar tried to struggle, but it is in too much pain and lost a lot of blood. The boy mounted the boar and hacked on its neck crazily.
But there is not a single change in his facial expression. He is just as lifeless and unfeeling as before. His whole body is soaked in blood. He then got down and crouched beside the boar and started hacking its neck more and more.
He head is almost buried in that huge figure as he finally separated the head from the trunk.
What no one noticed is that he sneakily swallowed a couple of times. He dropped to the ground with an exhausted expression and dropped his axe to the side.
The whole arena is silent at this. Soon, a couple of demons came running to him and used some steel chain cuffs to tie up his blood-soaked hands and legs before he was dragged out of the arena.
He was soon dropped in a tunnel when he knelt down. A demon whose skin tone has a faint aqua blue appeared from the other side with a gloomy expression.
He kicked him in the chest and said.
"Walk."
The boy walked in the tunnel towards the other exit.
*WHIP* *WHIP*
The demon whipped him on the back as he walked, but the boy showed no expression. Soon, both of them arrived on a bustling street. The demon got onto a demonic horse while the young boy walked in the front.
The people on the street tried to keep the distance between them.
In that bustling street, the young boy's eyes met with another young man who wore leather armor. And the young man crashed into the young boy in that street and shoved something into his hands.
*WHIP*
The whip lashed the boy and he fell to his knees. He bent forward and sneakily looked at the small piece of paper in his bloody hands and read the few words.
"Dead. Buried. Sea facing Cliff."
His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at these few words. He crushed the paper in his fist and stood up. His cold face revealed an expression.
Its rage.
As he walked forward, he observed the surroundings and his eyes landed on a person walking with a spear. When he walked past him, all of a sudden he grabbed the spear and without even turning back from under his arm, he stabbed backward.
The demon on the horse was caught off guard and the spear directly stabbed into the horse.
*NEIGHHHH*
The horse neighed in agony and raised its front legs tumbling the young demon. The whole street fell into chaos immediately. The young boy picked a large cloth around and covered himself as he made a run for it in his cuffs.
***
Time passed.
At the sunset.
Far away from the bustling city, in a thick forest, the young boy is still running hurriedly. His feet are bleeding and he left bloody footprints on the coarse soil. He is panting heavily and he didn't have much energy left.
If not for the blood that he swallowed from the boar, he wouldn't even have this much energy.
*BAM* *BAM*
The lightning crackled in the sky as the dark clouds covered the moon and stars. It is a particularly dark night except for the flashes of lightning.
Soon, he reached out of the forest and finally arrived at a cliff that is facing the sea.
Cold and Salty wind hit his face as the sea roared. His eyes landed on three mounds at the edge of the cliff.
He slowly walked toward them as he teared up and soon he started sobbing. He knelt before the three graves and wept like a child. This might be the first time that he behaved his age.
At this moment, he heard some footsteps and without even turning back he knew who that person was.
"What happened?"
He asked while sobbing.
The young man is the one who gave the note to the boy.
"Viscount Black Wave came to the village and he didn't like the food here. So, he went on to destroy the whole village. By the time I heard the news and came here, they are already gone. I am sorry."
"Is that why, Baron tried to kill me in the pits?"
"Yes, he knew that you wouldn't be easily controlled. It is either that or he has to kill you with poison, he chose the option that will make him some money."
The boy raised his head and looked at the horizon of the roaring sea.
"Do you know, I heard from the Baron that on the otherside of the sea, there is a small country that is ruled by humans? I always wondered what our lives would have been if we were born there."
The young man patted the boy's shoulder to console him. The boy finally met his gaze.
The young man also looked like a demon. But he is not as tall or big as a regular demon, instead, his size is of a human. He is a half-demon born of a demon father and a human mother. A result of one of the atrocities committed by demons.
At this moment, both of them heard some footsteps and soon a bunch of demons in black cloaks appeared.
"For the crime of betraying your liege, you are sentenced to death and we are here on behalf of Baron Green Lake to execute that sentence."
One of them spoke in a horse tone and took out a sickle.
As the demons slowly stepped forward, the slave boy stood up slowly. His body is slouched as if he is carrying a huge mountain on him.
But just when the sickle was swung at his neck, his posture straightened and he made his move.
***
Ten minutes later.
On the cliff, only the young half-demon and the slave boy are left standing. Both of them are injured, the slave boy in particular looked like he was run over by a beast stampede. There are multiple cuts and broken bones.
They heard some more footsteps and the boy spoke to the half-demon.
"Leave. You don't need to die here. Thank you for your help. If I stay alive, I will repay this debt."
The half-demon didn't want to leave, but he has to. He has responsibilities of his own and he disappeared into the darkness as he looked at his young friend one last time.
The chains on the slave boy's hands are broken in the fight. He is now holding a sword and a sickle in both his hands, but he is in no condition to fight. Soon, another batch of demons, and this time, they are cultivators, unlike the ones before who are ordinary demons.
When the newly arrived demons looked at the boy, they snickered coldly and said.
"You are quite good at running. Where can you escape to now? Why don't you try jumping into the sea? Some demonic sea beasts might have some taste for human flesh."
*BANG* *BANG*
The lightning roared in the sky and as if it doesn't want to be outdone, the sea roared with thunderous waves. A storm is brewing.
The slave boy looked at the sky and sea before muttering.
"When the God of Lightning Bares is fangs and the God of Seas rages and roars, the rulers of sky shall hide in nests and the monsters of the sea shall escape to depth in droves."
The demons were puzzled at these words.
"I heard this when your Baron was reading some scriptures. I think this is a great time to test it, don't you think so?"
As he spoke, the rain started pouring while the lightning flashed.
The boy stabbed the sword into one of the mounds and said loudly.
"Tell your Baron to pray that I don't survive this."
And he jumped off the cliff. Hundreds of feet down into the roaring sea that's full of turbulent waves.
As soon as he landed in the water, he started swimming with all his might to the south. He didn't care if the tides are high and the winds are chaotic, he only had one thing on his mind. To cross the sea.
The south sea is known for its demonic sea beasts. Even high-level demons who sailed far into the sea never came back. Nobody dares to even think of crossing the sea on specially built ships.
But today, this slave boy didn't care about any of that. He is counting on a few lines from the scripture and is trying to swim the turbulent sea to reach the other side.
The rain poured down and it only increased with time.
Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, and he doesn't even know how many hours has it been of it had been days, but the storm stayed there for a long time and finally after a really long time, he finally saw a landmass under the flash of lightning.
He wanted to swim faster, he wanted to reach faster. His lungs felt like they are about to explode. All his muscles seemed to be on fire. He took deep breaths as he struggled to continue further, but after a few more strokes, he couldn't raise his arms anymore.
His arms and legs went limp. His strength was not enough to fight the raging currents and they took him away.
Viswa suddenly stood up from his chair and clenched his fists. His mind is racing and at this moment, the screen went blank.
He turned to the god and asked.
"What happened to him?"
God just smiled and said.
"Don't be too anxious. Just watch."
The black screen once again showed a visual.
The slave boy was washed up to the shore unconscious, but nobody was there to see him. As time passed, the storm went away and the sky cleared once again. Sun rose from the east and just then a middle-aged man appeared on the beach and spotted the boy.
He hurriedly ran to check up on him.
The screen went blank again.
Viswa anxiously looked at the god and asked.
"What happened next? Is he alive? He is alive right?"
*SNAP*
At this moment, god snapped his fingers and a spotlight was shone at the front row of the theatre. Viswa saw the person in the seat and his eyes widened in disbelief.
The slave boy that was on the screen is sitting in the front row.
"Unfortunately, he died."