The two stood opposite each other. The burly man, Korak, raised his hammer, pointing the head directly toward Nibo, taking a threatening, wide stance.

He shot a side glance toward Ryan, who stood watching with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I was slightly worried that the other guy would come face me, but seeing you... it seems my luck has turned good."

Nibo offered no reply, merely regarding the man with cold disdain.

Just then, a deep voice resonated from the speaker system mounted on the training ground.

"Duel rules are simple: no use of supplements. You are not allowed to kill your opponent; you must either knock them down or they forfeit. Once your back touches the ground, it is counted as a loss. There will be no interference except when absolutely necessary." The voice stated clearly, and the two participants nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

"If that is understood, you may now start!" the voice declared.

"Here I come!" Korak roared, blasting forward with intense, reckless momentum.

The Warhammer, following right behind him, was hurled forward with all the strength he could muster. The air visibly parted as the hammer shot forward like a cannonball.

Nibo grinned, resting the axe on his shoulder. He suddenly tensed his body like a nocked arrow, and with a loud, explosive sound, the ground caved in around his feet as he leapt a few hundred meters, falling directly toward the burly man.

Korak's hammer, now covered in searing flames, was ferociously hurled toward Nibo's waist, aiming to break the Orc in two.

Nibo's face flushed red as his body emitted steam. He held the axe tightly with both hands and didn't bother to dodge or parry. He let out a loud roar and ruthlessly slashed down with the axe.

BOOM!

The collision between the Warhammer and the waraxe unleashed a thunderous sound, and white waves of fierce wind whipped around them like sharp blades.

From a distance, it looked as if a brilliant white ring had instantly expanded outward for several hundred meters. That berserk power forced the air out of the immediate area, and as the air rushed back in, the collision formed a massive, churning cloud of dust and vapor, with a single spark flashing at the center of the impact.

Within the cloud, two shadows were pushed backward at astonishing speed by the powerful recoil.

"Woah!"

"Damn! That Orc is so strong!"

The crowd instantly erupted into loud cheers right after their first, brutal contact. No one expected it; it was an amazing spectacle and it came as a shock to everyone; even Akhil watched in awe.

'Did I underestimate Nibo's strength... or how did he become so strong in such a short time?' Akhil wondered, his previous assessment proving utterly wrong.

The two didn't stop. Despite the shocked look on Korak's face, he immediately lunged in for another attack, as if to prove the first clash was a fluke. They met at the center a second time, throwing a flurry of rapid attacks. Several sparks flashed off their weapons as they parried each blow in quick succession. It was only after a dozen such strikes that the two finally moved back again.

The initial over-excitement on Korak's face was completely washed away, turning into a grim expression as the shocking realization hit him: he had gravely underestimated the strength of the Orc.

'How is he able to match my strength so casually?' Korak thought to himself, sweat rolling down his face as he stared at his opponent.

Nibo stood calmly, not appearing to be fazed in the slightest by the barrage of attacks.

"Arrrghh!" Korak roared, diving straight in for another attack, his pride and bounty greed refusing to let him yield.

He launched attack after attack, each more powerful than the last. The onlookers could feel the ground vibrate slightly from every deafening collision between the two heavy weapons. But even as Korak unleashed fierce attacks with terrifying intensity, Nibo remained steadfast, blocking while patiently waiting for a chance to counter.

He didn't have to wait long; the opportunity he was seeking finally arrived.

Their two weapons collided again after another fierce strike. Before Korak could pull back to throw another attack, his hammer was still hanging in the air when he felt a heavy punch impact his nose. Disoriented, Korak lost his grip on his hammer, and before he could steady himself, Nibo's rock-hard fist slammed straight into his ankle, forcing him to drop the weapon entirely.

"I never intended to use the weapon to finish you off; my hands will do a better job teaching you a lesson," Nibo said coldly, unleashing another punch. He continued with a punishing wave of rapid, heavy blows. Korak's vision blurred from the constant assault.

Nibo ended his attack with a powerful right hook that sent a tooth flying straight out of Korak's mouth.

Korak fell to the ground with a sickening thud, barely able to gather himself.

"Winner is the Orc!" The voice came from the mic, sounding lazily resigned.

Nibo turned back to the crowd, and everyone stared with wide, shocked mouths.

"I guess it's settled then. We win," Langdon declared with a satisfied smile.

Akhil, however, didn't look happy; his gaze was fixed intently on the man lying on the floor. Korak slowly stood up, his eyes blood-red with pure rage.

{Berserk Pill consumed!}

"Damn you, Orc!" Korak spat blood, standing up quickly as he grabbed his hammer and instantly hurled it straight for Nibo's head.

Akhil was just about to move when he felt a gentle wind whistle past him.

"I said no use of supplements," a calm voice followed, and before anyone could react, the sight left them all stunned.

No one, not even Akhil, could move fast enough. A sharp thud echoed.

A palm strike. Right to the shoulder.

Then another to the ribs.

Then the stomach.

Then the side of the neck.

Each hit was quick, almost lazy-looking, but terrifyingly precise. Each was followed by loud, bone-crushing sounds.

There was no wasted motion. No flashy swings. Just smooth, surgical taps that felt like a hammer inside Korak's body.

Korak staggered back, confused. Every spot that was hit suddenly felt numb, like the strength inside him was leaking out point by point.

Another strike landed.

And another.

The attacker's arms moved in a blur, palms flashing like flickering light. Every time Korak tried to lift his arm, a palm hit his elbow and it dropped. Every time he tried to kick, a strike touched his thigh, and his leg gave out.

It was like the attacker knew exactly where to press to shut down every limb.

A final, dull thump landed in the center of Korak's chest.

Korak froze—not because he wanted to, but because his body simply… stopped responding. His limbs felt heavy, locked, and disconnected. He could barely breathe.

The attacker lowered his hand quietly, watching the stunned Korak fall, entirely incapacitated.

Akhil quickly took a sharp glance at the person who had intervened. 'This person, he moved so fast before I could react... He has to be strong.'

{Player Noir_X}

{Mutant Level: 5}

'What?! A Level Five Mutant? Wait, that clothing, that name? isn't that...!'

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