"S is amazing!"
"War Maniac Bro is going down!"
"Oh no, he's completely disadvantaged in the air. War Maniac Bro can't do anything!"
"No help for it, he's been countered by the occupation."
The audience burst into waves of cheers and discussions. This was the first match of the round of 32 elimination tournament.
"Ah—"
In the center of the arena, Natural War Maniac howled towards the sky. He was covered in blood, with countless arrows embedded in his strong body.
His chest, arms, back, thighs—nearly no part of him was unscathed, yet even so, this Berserker still glared angrily at his enemy high above.
"Roar—"
He used his last ounce of strength to hurl his Great Axe into the sky, but the Wyvern Knight merely ascended slightly to evade the attack.
"Clang—"
The Great Axe crashed to the ground, its blade deeply embedded in the earth.
Yet another sharp arrow pierced the air, striking Natural War Maniac in the chest and piercing his fiercely beating heart.
