The warriors surged forward like a tidal wave, their weapons gleaming under the eternal twilight of the Forgotten Realm.
Ochieng stood alone.
No allies.
No backup.
No escape.
Just him… and a thousand enemies.
The air trembled as the first warrior lunged, a massive halberd slicing through the space where Ochieng had stood.
But he was already gone.
A flicker. A blur.
And then—CRACK!
His fist shattered the warrior's armor, sending him flying into the crowd like a broken doll.
The battle had begun.
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The second wave of enemies attacked from all sides.
Swords. Spears. Magic.
An entire army—against one man.
But Ochieng was no ordinary man.
His blood had awakened. His body had been reforged.
The forgotten power of his ancestors surged through his veins, turning him into something… unstoppable.
With a single step, he moved faster than the eye could follow.
BOOM!
A shockwave rippled through the battlefield as he unleashed his full strength.
Fists collided with steel.
Blades shattered against his skin.
Enemies fell like leaves in a storm.
Within moments, fifty warriors lay motionless.
The rest hesitated.
Fear crept into their eyes.
But there was no room for mercy.
Not today.
Not in this battle.
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A high-ranked commander stepped forward, his aura crackling with energy.
"Enough games."
He raised his hands.
A vortex of black fire erupted around him, twisting into a massive serpent.
The air burned. The ground cracked.
This was no ordinary attack.
It was forbidden magic.
The serpent roared and lunged straight at Ochieng.
But instead of dodging—
He stepped forward.
The flames swallowed him whole.
For a heartbeat, silence.
Then—BOOM!
The fire exploded outward, but Ochieng was unharmed.
Instead, he was laughing.
His eyes burned with something terrifying.
"Is that all?"
The commander's face twisted in horror.
Before he could react, Ochieng vanished—and reappeared right in front of him.
One strike.
A single palm to the chest.
BOOM!
The commander's body bent backward unnaturally before he was sent flying hundreds of meters away, crashing into the golden city walls.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
The remaining warriors trembled.
This was no ordinary trial.
This… was a massacre.
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High above, the golden-robed elders watched.
One of them stroked his beard. "Interesting. He does not fight with technique."
Another nodded. "He fights with instinct."
The leader of the elders smiled.
"No." His eyes gleamed. "He fights like a king."
And that meant one thing.
Ochieng… was ready.
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