Chapter 506: Igor the Skilled
A sword, a spear, and a bow and arrow. Igor carried every single mentioned weapon and not only were the weapons themselves of the highest quality but so was his skill with them. There was nothing Igor could not do. Nothing he could not transition between. From bow and arrow to fiery sword to his spear too.
Suffice it to say, Igor won his battle with little issue. Then the next. Then the next. One by one, they left and Dasha was eventually alone. Igor won four battles in a row.
An opportunity presented itself when Dasha realized how mucky and dirty the Natural Qi was in the Dark Tower. For Tu Na Breathing, it was perfect. He would never run out of mana. The other warriors did the same by eating monster meat.
"The Solution," the boy called out, having been directed every single warrior to their deaths. "Please come through. It is your turn."
Through the north corridor he went. It felt like walking through a portal. One second, he was in the safe area and the next screams breathed down his neck. For floors above fifty, there was only one arena. One battle at a time.
Everything was red. The light of the torches, the walls, everything. The old cobblestone was painted by its own purpose, from the blood through centuries of battle.
The crowds were filled to the brim with food and screaming men and women, demons and humans alike. Fifty thousand, he had already counted. The Solution stood calmly in the center of the bloodstained arena floor, his red tengu mask gleaming under the grim light.
Across from him stood his opponent. Igor.
An older man, but no less dangerous for it. His hair hung long at both ends, red streaked with black, and his frame was wiry with the hardened strength of a man who had survived too many battles to count. Across his back were a sword, a bow and quiver of arrows, and a long spear crackling faintly with lightning, and a couple of knives and pouches with smoke bombs and other accessories as well.