Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Seraphine vs Braun ll

The massive weight of Braun’s axe pressed down mercilessly on Seraphine, pinning her to the ground.

“Arghhhh…”

She gritted her teeth, her muscles trembling as she struggled to push back against the enormous force. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her fingers clenched around the hilt of her sword, refusing to let go. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to shift her weight, but Braun’s strength was suffocating, relentless.

CRACK.

The ground beneath her sword broke under the pressure, fractures spreading outward in all directions. Seraphine’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. But before she could even think of a counter, Braun shifted, his cold, dead eyes still locked on her.

To her horror, his free hand moved with deliberate slowness, reaching over his broad back and gripping the handle of his second axe.

“No…” she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. Her pupils shrank, the full weight of Braun’s next move sinking in.

With a single, effortless motion, Braun swung the second axe high above his head, its blade gleaming in the sunlight like a falling guillotine.

“Damn it!” Seraphine gritted out, her mind screaming at her body to move.

“Braun’s gonna hit her with the second one!!!” Announcer screamed out.

“If Seraphine doesn’t do anything about it, it’s over for her.”

As the axe came crashing down, a thunderous roar erupted across the arena. Dust and debris flew into the air, clouding the battlefield. But Braun’s axe didn’t meet its target.

At the very last second, Seraphine’s aura flared to life. A glowing, golden light enveloped her legs as she channeled every ounce of energy into them. With a burst of power, she propelled herself sideways.

BOOM!

The ground where Seraphine had been moments ago erupted, jagged cracks tearing through the earth. Chunks of stone and dirt flew upward, and a massive crater formed under the force of his blow.

Seraphine tumbled to the side, landing awkwardly but managing to roll to her feet. Her chest rose as she stood, her legs shaking slightly. For a moment, her balance unsteady. But with sheer determination, she composed herself, raising her sword in front of her once again.

The crowd roared in excitement, their cheers deafening.

“She escaped!” the announcer shouted, his voice ringing across the arena. “Seraphine survives Braun’s devastating blow! What incredible reflexes!”

I watched from my vantage point by the passage, my arms crossed as I leaned against the wall. My eyes remained fixed on Seraphine, noting the faint glow of aura around her legs.

“That was close,” I muttered under my breath, chewing on my gum lazily. “Too close.”

But then, my gaze drifted. Amid the chaos, something—or rather, someone—caught my attention.

Darius, Seraphine’s guardian, stood by the railing overlooking the battlefield. His aged face, his sharp features unreadable as he observed the fight.

His fist curled tightly, his knuckles white when Seraphine escaped Braun’s attack.

The crowd was chanting for Braun with the bloodlust of a mob eager to see destruction.

“Show that daughter of the traitor what we do to such people!!” Some from the crowd were hoping for Seraphine’s demise.

“Come on, Seraphine! Don’t let him intimidate you!” the announcer’s voice boomed, amplifying the excitement. “But Braun… oh, Braun! That sheer power is something else! Can she possibly keep up?”

Seraphine tightened her grip on her sword, her legs still glowing faintly with the her aura.

She darted forward in speed catching the crowd off guard. With a sharp cry, she aimed her blade for Braun’s left side, her movement precise and calculated.

*CLANG!*

Braun’s axe swung around like a shield, deflecting her attack effortlessly. Sparks flew as metal met metal, and the sheer force of the collision pushed Seraphine back several steps. She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her footing.

“Too slow!” the announcer exclaimed, his voice echoing through the arena. “Seraphine’s speed is incredible, but Braun’s reflexes are sharper than they seem!”

Seraphine launched a flurry of quick attacks, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. She moved like a whirlwind, each strike aimed at an opening in Braun’s defenses.

The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers almost drowning out the clash of steel.

Braun, however, remained stoic. His massive body moved with surprising agility, his axes spinning in his hands as he tackled each of Seraphine’s attacks

Seraphine gritted her teeth. She knew she couldn’t match him in raw strength, but she had to find a way to put him down.

Braun tilted his head slightly, his expression as lifeless as ever. His dead eyes bore into her emotionless.

“I’ll wipe that look off your face,” Seraphine muttered under her breath, her grip tightening on her sword.

She dashed forward again, this time aiming low. Her sword sliced through the air toward Braun’s legs, but before it could connect, his axe came down with terrifying speed.

*BOOM!*

The ground exploded where her blade had been moments ago, chunks of debris flying into the air.

Seraphine landed lightly on her feet and immediately countered, swinging her sword in a wide arc. This time, she aimed for his weapon, trying to disarm him.

The clang of metal against metal rang out again as her blade collided with the handle of one of Braun’s axes. With a surge of strength, she twisted her weapon, forcing his axe to fly out of his grip.

The crowd erupted into surprise.

“She’s done it!” the announcer screamed. “She’s disarmed him! One axe down!”

But Seraphine didn’t stop there. She moved with lightning speed, closing the gap between them and focusing on his second axe. Braun swung it wildly, but she ducked under the attack, her movements fluid and precise.

With a sharp strike, she knocked it out of his hands. The second axe clattered to the ground, its heavy blade embedding itself in the dirt.

The crowd went wild, their cheers deafening.

“She’s done the impossible!” the announcer roared. “Seraphine has disarmed Braun! Both axes are down!”

Seraphine took a step back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She allowed herself a small smile, her confidence returning.

But Braun didn’t flinch. His cold, dead eyes locked onto hers…

—Before she could react, he moved.

His massive arm shot out like a blur, his arm slamming into her throat, putting her down.

*Gwarrkkkkk*

Seraphine’s eyes widened in shock as the air was forced from her lungs, but Braun didn’t give her a moment to recover.

His massive fist colliding with her face.

*THUD!*

Seraphine hit the ground hard, the impact sending a cloud of dust into the air.

The crowd’s cheers turned to gasps of concern.

*THUD!*

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

“What’s this?” the announcer’s voice faltered, his excitement replaced with unease. “Braun… he’s not stopping!”

Braun dropped to his knees, towering over Seraphine’s fallen form. His fists rained down on her mercilessly, each punch landing on her body, blood spraying from her mouth as she tried weakly to shield herself.

“Stop! Stop it!” someone in the crowd said. “Even though, we didn’t like her…but this is too much…”

“Seraphine!”

Crowds words were started to show concern for her.

Braun didn’t stop. His fists were relentless, pummeling her face, her chest, her sides. The arena was silent except for the sickening sound of his punches.

Even the announcer had gone quiet, his voice trembling as he tried to speak. “This… this isn’t a fight anymore…”

From where I stood, leaning casually against the wall of the passage, I watched it all. My gum popped between my teeth as my eyes flicked toward Darius, standing at the edge of the railing.

His hand, which had been clenched into a tight fist moments ago, was now relaxed. His expression, once tense with worry, was unnervingly calm.

As Braun’s fists continued to crash down on Seraphine, Darius’s face showed nothing.

“Interesting,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze narrowing.