Chapter 757: Tournament of Destiny’s first blood
A deep, resonant drumbeat echoed across the colossal Arena of Gods, signaling the beginning of the Tournament of Destiny. The vast audience fell briefly silent, holding their collective breath in anticipation as the mighty gates began to rise on opposite ends of the battlefield.
The eastern gate rumbled upward, and from within its shadows emerged a hulking figure nearly three meters in height—Godrick. His muscles rippled powerfully beneath his tattooed skin, every inch of him carved and defined by countless battles. Each tattoo shimmered faintly, radiating the potent aura of a Sage, making clear that this was no ordinary warrior but a seasoned Viking champion.
Yet as he strode forward with confidence and pride, a wave of vehement boos surged from the crowd, echoing harshly throughout the arena.
"Boo! Traitor!"
"Coward!"
The people had made their judgment clear. They recognized this man as a puppet, a mercenary of the corrupt elite, and their disdain for him reverberated through the stands. However, Godrick paid no heed to their jeers, his cold eyes glinting with excitement and greed. All he cared for was victory—and the reward that victory would grant him.
His attention quickly shifted to the western gate as it slowly ascended, revealing a strikingly beautiful young woman stepping calmly into view.
The instant she appeared, the boos instantly transformed into deafening cheers.
"Freya! Freya! Freya!"