Chapter 106: Growing Might
Valhalla’s Colosseum’s floors one through nine were bestowed the same challenge but on increasing increments of difficult. Today’s challenge was a battle against Vikings. Picking out the highest level difficulty, Floor 9, Dasha went through the portal to arrive at a flat realm with a thin layer of snow. Indeed, it was as the challenge said: defeat five Vikings. Nothing more, nothing less.
Each of them were Level 22. Alone, they would have given Paul a challenge and together they were a force to be reckoned with. If his estimates were correct, they were intended were mid-level class two players.
"Forward, forward!" They let out a classic Viking cry, their axes prepping for a mighty swing.
Except they didn’t.
"Clumsy."
One step. One step and Dasha was able to intercept and backhand one Viking and elbow the second. He had slipped past the remaining three, who heard the commotion and were unable to react. By the time they turned, he was already gone.
"Slow."
His remark led to a shaky swing to their side. All missed. All did not understand what was happening. A second swing at the spot behind them. Fear eroded them as their simultaneous axes were calmly stopped by his black gauntlets.
"Weak."
His opponents might have been Vikings but they weren’t all that. They were thralls, the lowest members of Viking city. Dissecting their fighting styles was useless. He thought learning from Vikings would be a learning experience.
"I suppose not from you people," Dasha mused. His Qi rumbled and activated like a car engine and darkness seeped from his very being. The Vikings didn’t bother fighting. Their expression fell to despair, eyes and lips quivering, and they dropped their axes to flee.