Chapter 7: The Fierce Battle in the Demon Cave (Part I)

Half an hour later, the teenager found himself in a prison cell.

The small room was filled with moisture, musty, and blood, and the bones on the side looked like they had been dead for quite some time, and countless disgusting bugs crawled on it.

He was not afraid of these things without emotion, but out of biological instinctive disgust, he moved his body and tried not to get close to the unclean things.

But he couldn't move much distance, and his body was restrained by thick, heavy chains. The low sound of metal from the chains, as well as the rough, rusty surface of the chains, all made the boy feel unhappy.

The door to the cell opened, shaking off a lot of rust. The masked man waited outside the cell.

"Prepare yourself, it's your turn. He threw the boy an iron sword embroidered raw.

"That's it?" said the young man's face with a hint of dissatisfaction. In this era when lightsabers are used everywhere to fight, there is still a need for people to wield an old and heavy broken sword.

The masked man sneered sinisterly, he didn't care about the boy's life or death: "It's better to be simple." What if you give a high-cost lightsaber to a kid like you, and it breaks?" the boy sighed helplessly and picked up the iron sword. He almost wanted to use this to attack the masked man, but he knew in his heart that it was a senseless stupidity, and he sighed and asked, "What about the opponent?" "You'll see it soon." The masked man tugged at the chains and pulled the boy like an animal.

He led the boy some distance through the dark passageway, unchained him at the exit, gave Arthur another kick, and kicked him into the arena.

It is a death pit enclosed by a natural crystal cave, and the walls are covered with sharp crystal pillars to prevent the fighters from escaping by climbing the walls. There was a faint figure in the high platform above, and Arthur knew that it was the dignitaries watching the game.

Arthur, who had been thrown into the pit, had not yet fully risen, and the iron fence on the opposite side had been opened. No. It was knocked open by a giant beast on the other side of the fence.

It was a monster that the boy had never seen before, it was covered in rotting flesh, its mouth spewed a foul smell, and its blood-colored eyes without wisdom flashed with a murderous light.

"Ogre!" the boy recalled a similar description of the monster from an old book.

It's a monster that rages worse than a dragon. Dragons, because of their wisdom, will inevitably hesitate at critical moments, it will always hurt to be cut, and their moves will show flaws.

The ogre, on the other hand, is completely born to fight, a monster that dies for battle, it will not hurt or get tired, it will only keep killing until there is nothing left to kill. It is a pure killing machine.

The boy weighed the iron sword in his hand, and knew that the rusty sword could not penetrate the monster's muscle-wrapped heart, and that the weapon in the opponent's hand, a large mace, was too heavy to use.

Just when the boy was worried, the monster had already rushed up and hammered down on the top of the boy's head!

"Hmph!" the boy dodged nimbly and stabbed the monster in the abdomen, but the rusty sword got stuck between the monster's ribs. The monster didn't even shake for a moment, it just swept in with a hammer.

In desperation, the young man immediately abandoned the iron sword, rolled over, and avoided the fatal blow.

The ogre had already backhanded a backhand, and the mace smashed down on the boy's head. Arthur turned his head away, as if he had a back eye.

The hammer slammed into the ground, and the raised stone chips cut several bloody cuts in the boy's face. But it was an inconsequential minor injury, and Arthur didn't care, and hurried to get up.

The ogre swept wildly, and the boy focused on dodging, quickly dodging the monster's attack again and again!

On the high platform, behind a magic mirror, two figures looked at the young man in the death pit.

"How's that? isn't that good?" asked the tall figure in the middle.

"To see zuihou. The other, a little shorter, but still majestic.

As soon as the words fell, Arthur in the death pit had already found a way to fight back.

He pretended to fall and lured the ogre.

The ogre unleashed his hammer with impunity, thinking that he would be able to finish off the boy. He didn't know that he had lost his center of gravity by his reckless assault.

Seeing that the time had come, Arthur swept his foot on the little toe of the ogre's toe. The ogre completely lost his balance, stumbled, and slammed his head into a sharp stalagmite protruding from the ground, his head blooming.

The boy casually got up from the monster's pool of blood, wiped the blood from his body, and retrieved his iron sword.

This bloody scene is not unseen by him, he has experienced countless thrilling deaths, this little thing is nothing.

"See, it's as strong as a monster. The tall figure said again.

"Not going to work. Another figure poured cold water.

"How could it not be? Combat capability is beyond question?" "The question is not combat capability. The other party is a legendary monster, and he has no weapons in his own hands. If he can remain calm and win calmly in such a bad situation, won't he have fear in his heart? This kid is more like a monster than an ogre, right? A person who has no fear in his heart will one day only embark on the road of self-destruction, and if he is allowed to lead his subordinates, how many people will be buried with him? Such a person cannot be used. "Even if you say that," the tall figure still doesn't give up, "let's test it again." I don't believe there really isn't fear in his heart. Maybe he's just overconfident?" Arthur had just gasped for breath when the iron door of the Death Pit's pit opened again. Another monster crawled in, the giant-like creature with no weapons in hand, not even armor, and only a strange helmet. The ugly iron helmet had only a slit for viewing.

The young man sneered: "I don't even wear armor, but I wear a helmet, what is hidden under that helmet?"

The boy deftly rolled over and dodged, turning back and slashing down with his sword, intending to remove the giant's head. Just before the blade fell, the boy felt a burning heat in his hand, and by the time he realized that something was wrong and immediately threw away the iron sword, the blade of the iron sword had already melted into a puddle of molten iron, which rattled on the ground.

"That's right," Arthur took a few steps back, clutching his smoking hand, "Cyclops." "Melting the iron sword is exactly what the Cyclops does. It had only one eye on its head, but that one, the one that gathered photons, shot a scorching ray of light that could melt steel in an instant. If anyone is struck by this light, he will inevitably be turned into charcoal, and he will inevitably die.

"Today is really lucky, I have encountered so many exotic beasts in one day. The boy swung his fist at the monster and made a defiant motion, "Come on, one-eyed monster." Can you hit me?" a ray of light came, and the boy rolled out of the way. Two, three, dozens of rays of light burst out, and the boy dodged them one by one, but he was also tired.

His physical strength has never been good, and no matter how he exercises, he can only refine it to his current appearance. His body is like a cursed, a being rejected by photons, and strength is out of reach for him, only weakness is always by his side.

It was such a young man who was so physically deficient, but he clearly understood his weakness, and he also knew that it was not the way to go hard.

He is better at outwitting opponents than using brute force to suppress.

However, he had no weapons in his hands. No, even if you have that broken iron sword in your hand, you'll be scorched before you get close to the Cyclops, and melee weapons won't be useful at all.

Wisdom does not necessarily work when people are in desperate situations.

What should I do? What should I do? Is this the end of it? I have done nothing, I haven't even fulfilled my dreams, and I just die here?

What to do? What to do? To die in a place where no one knows, even if you die, no one cares, no one will miss it, and existence turns into nothingness, as if it never existed. Who would be willing to die in this way?!

"What are you kidding," the boy muttered in a low voice, with anger in his voice that he had been building up for years, "How could I die in a place like this! The single eye in his helmet glowed blood-red, and it looked like it was about to unleash a powerful attack.

"Ah!!h

The stone drew a beautiful parabola, impartially smashed into the small slit of the giant's helmet, and got stuck.

The "stone" that the boy threw out casually was not an ordinary stone. It was a small piece of iron sword that had just been melted down.

The scrap metal was stuck in the giant's helmet, just in time for the Cyclops' blazing light. Hit by the blazing light at close range, the scrap metal instantly vaporized and expanded, causing a huge explosion.

Boom!!

The Cyclops' head was blown apart, and the gas from the huge explosion blew the boy away, and pieces of iron pierced the boy's body like a shotgun. If he hadn't jumped first and made a defensive stance, the shards would have pierced his guts!

Arthur's emaciated body slammed into the stone wall, and he was instantly unconscious.

"Uh. The joke is too big. Of the two figures on the high platform, the taller one turned around and ordered, "Notify the medical team immediately!" The other figure had been calmly watching the young man.

He had just clearly seen that some of the debris had grazed past the boy in an unnatural trajectory, so that the boy was not particularly harmed.

"Is this kid even lucky?"

Or did the teenager distort his fate and make the impossible possible the moment he was hit?