Chapter 94: Team Match
Even seasoned fighters faltered with the balance stolen by the dissonance.
Nioh had turned the arena into a soundscape of war.
And he was the composer
The arena roared like a beast unchained, surging with excitement as the six warriors clashed in three separate duels, their energies colliding like storms on a warpath. Stone and steel sang, and elemental forces ignited the air with tension. At the heart of the chaos, the three members of the Fangs stood defiant against the nobility’s chosen—squires groomed by monarchs themselves.
Akron met Nuggart head-on like a charging beast.
The stage groaned beneath their weight as they collided—fist against hammer, muscle against might. Nuggart swung her colossal weapon down in a deadly arc, and Akron caught it with both arms, bracing his legs into the ground like rooted stone. The impact cracked the floor around him, but he didn’t budge.
"Not bad," Nuggart growled, eyes wide with excitement.
"Likewise," Akron grinned, his knuckles bleeding but unshaken.
She twisted, aiming a sweep at his ribs. Akron ducked low, letting the hammer whistle above him, then surged forward with a brutal shoulder charge. Nuggart staggered back, but responded with a rising uppercut swing that forced him to leap back with a grunt.
They danced that way, titans clad in flesh and steel. Every blow shook the stadium, each strike a thunderclap of intent. Akron fought with precise brutality—calculated strikes, tight footwork, complete control. But Nuggart fought like a living landslide, unpredictable and relentless.
Realizing he needed an opening, Akron suddenly feinted left—then kicked the ground, sending a loose tile flying up like a slab of shrapnel.