Chapter 26: End Of The Showdown

The Battle of Might was one where the rankings of the weakest races were determined. With the first batch of races that lost the first battle declared slaves, the second batch would be declared as servants, but they would still be labeled as tribes as well.

Versailles looked at the fledglings she had been protecting the past week in the arena battles. She knew it was time to let them go. From now on, whether they fell or rose depended on themselves.

"Alright, as you must know by now, I will not be able to assist you fledglings any further than here. From this moment on, your life and death are within your hands. Remember, this is no longer a training session nor is it an ordeal where I will come running to rescue you."

"This is a life and death battle and only you can help yourselves. Good luck and may the mightiest be the victorious."

"May the mightiest be the victorious." The fledglings' voices sounded weak and powerless as they replied with hooded eyes.

Having seen for themselves what the battles were like this past week, they were clear that half of them would be gone by the end of the competition.

Under the protective shelter of their master, they came to realize the cruelty of the Nar realm and the cost of survival, but from this point on, they themselves will be in the storm of the struggle for survival.

If they failed to fight back, they would be the ones laying dead.

This time, they realized that this was not just about the cruelty of the merciless killers, but about the ruthlessness of surviving in this realm. It was either a choice of killing or being killed, and all those that survived the first battle chose to kill.

Now, it was their turn to choose. Kill or be killed.

Versailles felt the fluctuation in the little snakes' emotions and feelings but did not speak any further. From this point, she could not assist them any further.

Not because the rules required for all participating individuals to fight against opponents, but because it was a step they needed to take on their own, sooner rather than later, in order to survive in this realm.

Situations, circumstances, and the clan's needs would force them to step out of the snake abode in time and enter the vicious environment of the Nar realm.

At that time, in order to survive the brutality and cruelty of the various races that they would encounter, they needed to see for themselves what positions they would be in. They needed to know what their survival depended on.

Because this realm was no friendly land, because here, there was no such thing as friendship. Only survival mattered.

Giving the dazed snakes one last glance, Versailles sighed and turned, changing into her half serpent half-snake form as she slithered towards two gorgons. The least she could do for them was take on the two deadliest opponents to reduce their pressure by even a little bit.

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Meena and Lin watched a flame hair serpentine with a powerful aura approach them in a provocative manner, disdain in her purple eyes, her lips lifted in a mocking sneer.

They were not planning on engaging the snake clan in this battle, desiring to put their full attention on the merfolks so that they at least could secure the second place position on the arena ranking for each stage.

However, things never proceeded according to plans.

They knew that even with the two of them combined, they were not a match for the serpentine. Not only because she was from the snake clan of the top six supreme clans, but also because the serpentine herself did not give off an immature appearance despite her youthful aura.

Breathing regretfully, the two exchanged resigned looks before dashing towards the serpentine, attacking without hesitation.

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Since a battle with the snake clan was now unavoidable, they would rather take the initiative rather than passively await their death.

Versailles swept her golden tail at the attacking gorgons, not giving them the chance to draw near her with their poisonous snake hair.

The two leaped over the sweeping tail, landing on her left and right. Swinging their heads, their snake hairs aggressively hissed as they lunged forward, their forked tongues spouting venom as they attempted to bite the serpentine.

Although the two were both snakes, the venom of a gorgon was more deadly than a serpentine's.

If it was not because of their sacred race linage, giving them a boost in wielding the five elements in limited quantities, then they definitely would not have been a match for the gorgons who controlled poison like controlling their breathing.

Shrinking her size, Versailles dodged the attack without much effort, then twisting in a spiral, she flung the two gorgons to either side of the hall.

The two crashed roughly onto the crimson cement, blood spouting from their mouths and nose. On feeling the vibration of approaching footsteps on the ground, they painfully turned over, struggling to sit up and crawl away to distance themselves from the nightmarish serpentine.

Shadows of creatures silhouettes blurred past his vision as Ian flashed in and out of the encirclement of the giants and ogres. His lean vampire body froze as a heavy hammer came sweeping down towards him, interrupting his dance with the invincible winds.

He did not hold back as he changed his forward dash into a vertical flash, appearing right beside the giant that was still in the motion of banging his hammer onto his afterimage.

Opening his mouth, his fangs elongated and he viciously bit onto the neck of the giant, wrenching his neck off his body in the process. Fountains of blood sprouted out, covering his figure in crimson red.

"One down, few more to go." He thought in dark pleasure as he went after another prey.

"Get back here!" Tium held the leg of the fleeing minotaur with two of his arms, using the other two to pull his head ruthlessly backward.

Screams and cries of pain resounded throughout the arena as the minotaur's head was squashed brutally into his back ram, in the end looking more like a headless horse than a minotaur.

Watching the siren singing in her hypnotizing voice, Mark lost his cool as he spread out his arms, closed his eyes, sucked the creature whole into the gaping dark hole of his mouth.

By the time he opened his eyes in contentment, the whole arena stage was eerily silent, the iirifey and sirens looking at the devouring monster in shock and horror.

Roar!

The dark eagle roared at the two peguman and uniman that surrounded him, intending on teaming up to get rid of him.

The eagle looked at the two mockingly as he swung his wings, showering a rain of steel feathers onto the three parties.

Horrific shrieks filled the ears of the spectators as they watched the three beasts plunge into the cement, blood endlessly flowing out of the many gaping wounds on their bodies as they repeatedly spasmed.

And just as the selkie was swinging his tail in a magic spell casting, claws swept onto his waist, bisecting his body into two halves.

With the glaring crimson ground as testimonial, the Battle of might concluded in a clean sweep.

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