Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: How did I die!?
“Hmmm!” Chief Killian nodded as he stroked his chin, “I should have thought as much. After all, such a talent of the Chikitsa clan would not be allowed to experience harm. At least not until her power has matured enough!”

Chief Sancca also looked at Chief Dona. She could see the smug look on his face.

Without a doubt, Nora did her best and throughout the fight, she had even dominated Rattle.

However, battles were like the game of chess sometimes. Just because one had strong momentum during the battle was not an assurance that he or she was going to come out victorious.

Many times, those little successes are just the opponent leading you like bread crumbs on the ground to your doom.

The attack Rattle had given in one strike had effectively cancelled all the effort that Nora had put from the beginning, and in this manner, he won the fight.

Elder Harden announced the start of the next battle.

“Dolly Versus Tempede.”

On hearing Dolly’s name, Chiron’s attention was immediately stolen.

After all, this was the person that represented the holy church in this place.

This was going to be the first time he was seeing him fight.

One look at Dolly and chiron could tell that even though the crystal ball had concluded on Dolly being the Stone rank, he definitely wasn’t.

The crystal ball was a crude method of checking cultivation ranks. It was nothing compared to the advanced devices that were used in those big kingdoms.

Chiron knew that if he was able to deceive the crystal ball about his cultivation, then there was no way that Dolly could not do the same.

Dolly strolled out and so did his opponent.

Dolly’s opponent was a member of the Cutlass clan. He was big, tall and bulky. Everything about him from the scars on his bulging skin spoke volumes of his experience and sheer ability to be chaotic.

Tempede was a cultivator at the middle stage of the stone rank.

As he walked into the arena, many people screamed his name. Most of which were young girls playing out their fantasy as their eyes enjoyed the manly curves of his incredible physic.

However, in contrast to this, Dolly was in fact as interesting as the phonetics of his name.

He was slim and nearly skinny. He looked almost pale and his black short hair was the only nice defining point of his looks.

Even Tempede looked at him and snared slightly.

It was said that cultivation and martial arts were a way for the weak to defeat the strong, but that only stood to be true if the strong were not as knowledgeable in the art.

If both were balanced on the skill scale, it was evident who would win.

After all, whoever said size did not matter lied.

But then again, if Dolly had lied about his cultivation level, then the dynamic of this fight had once more reversed back to the initial saying on strength, cultivation and martial arts.

“Fight!” Elder Harden gave the permission for the battle to begin.

Immediately, Tempede brought out his long and fat looking cutlass.

It was dark and curvy at the edge. It was obviously made for butchering. This weapon was obviously more suited for the slaughter house than it was for the arena.

Tempede dropped the mighty cutlass on the ground and the weight and sharpness of it was evident the way its edge sank into the ground.

Chiron remembered this member of the cutlass clan. In the original timeline, he had a reputation of being a ruthless killer.

His nickname was STAMPEDE. It was probably due to the fact that all his opponents ended up looking like they had been flattened on the ground by a stampede of cored beasts.

Not many knew this, but Tempede’s spirit energy was such that dulled the sharp blade of his sword.

While the spirit energy of other cultivators made their blades sharper, his did the opposite effect.

This was the reason he trained hard enough to ensure that his blade still cut regardless of its blunt edges.

However, the blade did not cut but ended up smashing people to ugliness.

In Chiron’s own opinion, a hammer was better suited for this big guy. Using a hammer would bring out his qualities and display better dominance of the battlefield.

However, he had been unfortunate enough to have been born in a sword clan.

This was one of the faults of clans. Their ways were just too rigid and even though they gave the impression that they protected and nurtured talent, some talent was not just in their capability to groom.

Many young and talented cultivators end up struggling in their later years of cultivation and many even end up giving up entirely.

This was one of the many factors that actually limited the growth of clans.

It was also why the Almace continent was considered to be in the backwater state of this world.

Sometimes, ancestry did more harm than actual good.

While Tempede brought out a Cutlass, Dolly brought out long knives.

Long knives were in fact knives but were as long as one’s forearm.

His long knives were slim and nearly needle-like in nature.

Once more, Tempede sneered at this.

As far as he was concerned, the opponent before him was not an opponent but an appetizer.

However, Tempede suddenly frowned.

It was because he could see a smug smile on the face of his opponent.

He had faced many people before. But this was the first time he was seeing this.

Just then, he suddenly felt his body becoming weak. And then he felt a wetness from the left side of his body. “Hmm!? is it raining?”

He subconsciously touched it.

It was then that he noticed that this was not rain, but blood. This was blood from the side of his neck.

His eyes traced his smiling opponent. One of the knives, he could see that it was stained with blood.

“What… happened!?” he muttered before falling to the ground, “How did I die!?”