The Place Where Everything Begins

Surprisingly, Jeremy's spear thrust was countered yet again by another enemy after the previous time by a particular dog-humanoid creature, as it appeared that Jeremy and his enemy's strength were approximately equal to one another.

*Grunt*

The muscular warrior, who had jumped towards Jeremy's left flank, gritted his teeth forcefully after feeling some numbness on his left side before swinging the sword horizontally at the latter's neck.

'Well...' Jeremy thought in astonishment while retracting the spear back.

Simultaneously, he also ducked down hurriedly towards the ground...

*Whoosh*

The sword blade went above Jeremy's head dangerously...

Then Jeremy kicked off the ground powerfully with two legs from the ducking position to the now-almost-landing warrior.

*Whoosh*

When the muscular man saw Jeremy approaching so suddenly, his eyes widened.

However, it was already too late to defend as Jeremy's fist came hurling rapidly towards his stomach...

*Bam*

"Gak!"

As he was still in mid-air, the muscular warrior flew back four meters away in a straight line before skidding with the yellow dirt for another two meters.

*Thud* *Thud*

Upon seeing such an opportunity, Jeremy hurriedly rushed forward, intending to finish the fight quickly.

*Tak* *Tak*

*Tak* *Tak*

Jeremy dashed swiftly towards the skidding warrior...

However, before Jeremy could attack the man, the latter suddenly gained balance back with an unknown method before kicking the ground forcefully, propelling himself toward the incoming Jeremy.

'A passive skill?' Jeremy thought in wonder with one of his eyebrows raised.

At the same time, he also hurriedly jumped to the left to avoid the big man's tackle.

*Whoosh*

The turbulent wind went past Jeremy after he had successfully avoided the tackle...

However...

As if the tackling warrior had already predicted Jeremy's move, he suddenly swung the sword parallelly to his right side...

*Whoosh*

Jeremy suddenly tensed up upon seeing the approaching sword before bringing the spear shaft to block the incoming blade...

*Clang*

Another clanging sound rang out within the arena, whereas the two sides were flung away from one another several meters from the impacting point...

"Woahhh!!!"

"Kill!!!"

"Blood!!!!"

"Yeahhh!!!"

"Moreee!!!"

Simultaneously, when the two sides had clashed so many times in just some tens of seconds, the cheering and shouting voices from the audiences never stopped in the least.

Even though the words were still the same spoken repeatedly like the tape loops...

At this time, Jeremy and the no-named, muscular warrior stood approximately six or seven meters away from one another.

At first glance, it seemed like the two were in equal standing regarding their fighting prowess.

However...

*Drop* *Drop*

Red droplets of blood suddenly seeped out from the warrior's left torso, dropping towards the ground continually.

The wound was only a small cut, as it clearly occurred when the two's first clash.

That also signified that the human warrior couldn't fully deflect Jeremy's thrust, for he still received a cutting wound on his body's left side.

"How is it? Painful?"

Jeremy asked his enemy mockingly after seeing the blood droplets fell on the ground.

Of course, he asked in universal language...

Upon seeing such rude behaviors from the black-cloaked human in front of him, the lightly wounded warrior's face suddenly scrunched up a bit.

Then, without further delay, he sprinted off towards Jeremy at a fast speed.

'The taunting is effective, huh. So, he is indeed sentient...'

While thinking so, Jeremy also sprinted towards the raging warrior...

'Good, let's finish this fast...' Jeremy thought lightly when the two sides almost clashed.

That's when Jeremy suddenly swung the steel spear forcefully towards the rushing warrior. At the same time, the sword was also slashed by the warrior towards the spear blade, intending to intercept it...

*Clang*

Another clanging noise resounded out within the arena...

After clashing, the momentum of both sides suddenly shifted, causing them to be distanced away from one another, which was more ideal for Jeremy's longer-ranged weapon.

Without delay, Jeremy slashed the spear down once again, aiming for the left shoulder of his enemy.

But the injured warrior hurriedly slashed his sword at the approaching spear blade again...

*Clang*

"Uugh..."

It appeared that he felt a sudden jolt from the wound earlier on his left side, so the warrior grunted lightly after successfully deflecting the spear blade.

However...

*Whoosh*

Another attack came from Jeremy once again, not giving the wounded warrior time to rest at all. So, the latter could only raise the sword to deflect yet another attack.

But...

"!!"

That was clearly a fatal mistake as Jeremy had suddenly canceled the trajectory and momentum of the spear, which was still in the air, and pulled the spear shaft back forcefully.

Due to Jeremy hadn't put much force into this strike, he could do so quite easily...

Then, Jeremy plunged the steel spear directly at the warrior's opening in the stomach area...

*Fwhoosh*

Even though the startled warrior had already jumped sideways to avoid the thrust, he was still too slow for that, as the spear blade was thrust at breakneck speed towards his stomach.

*Puchi*

The sound of fresh flesh being punctured rang out as the spearhead went smoothly through the leather armor like tofu...

At last, the spearhead was plunged thoroughly inside the warrior's stomach.

"Aargh..."

The man cried out in pain while using his left hand trying to pull the spear out of his stomach while his right hand tried to swing the viking sword at Jeremy.

However, it was to no avail, for the attacking range of the two weapons was too different.

"Well... still want to fight more? But I'm bored already..."

Having finished saying so, Jeremy clenched the spear shaft tightly before twisting it 90 degrees, causing the spearhead within the pitiful warrior stomach to rotate along.

"Kuhuek..."

After letting out the meek sound, the punctured man heaved in and out incessantly.

Then...

*Plop*

The half-dead warrior's knees eventually gave out as he dropped to the dirt ground on his two kneecaps.

The strength had left his body bit by bit with each passing second...

At long last, the man's grip on the viking sword loosened up, causing it to fall onto the ground with the clattering sounds.

Shortly after, the man's head hung down from his neck, as he finally died...

*Plush*

With a light pull, the spearhead suddenly came out from the dead warrior's abdomen. Then the cold body promptly swayed to the front before flopping face down to the ground...