Chapter 101: A Desperate Fight
As the announcer's words fell, the two fighters locked eyes. Raynor was tense and visibly stressed, while Vorik looked at him with arrogance and amusement, clearly confident in his victory.
Raynor tightened his grip on his longsword, his gaze fixed on Vorik, ready to react to any attack. Sweat dripped down his brow as the anxiety and the high stakes of the duel weighed on him.
Vorik smirked and spoke in a mocking tone. "I hope you give me a good fight. After all, your wife's pussy is on the line here..."
Raynor saw red at his words and roared, "Don't talk about Alison like that, you disgusting piece of shit!"
The moment he shouted, a red aura engulfed him, and he charged at Vorik, gripping his longsword with both hands. He raised the weapon high, ready to strike down his opponent.
Vorik swiftly lifted his enormous greataxe, meeting the attack head-on.
"CLANK!"
The two weapons clashed, but Vorik quickly overpowered Raynor, forcing him to retreat under the pressure of his superior strength. Undeterred—knowing he couldn't afford to lose—Raynor pressed on, attempting to capitalize on the superior speed of his longsword.
Unfortunately for him, Vorik wielded his greataxe with surprising dexterity, effortlessly parrying every one of Raynor's strikes with an almost mocking ease.
Seeing this, Raynor grew desperate, intensifying his assault as he desperately tried to break through Vorik's defense.
But nothing worked.