Chapter 119: Chapter 40: Reckless Berserker! Heroic Spirit Hall Displays Its Might!
Duncan turned around to face Hengist, and behind him, a painful groan came from Hosa.
The ax from France struck his right leg, cutting directly into the bone.
Hosa was armored; if he hadn’t been wearing armor, this blow could have severed his calf.
Weapon Master (Axe).
Although Duncan’s throwing skills hadn’t advanced to master level, the ax from France had further strengthened. His Death Domain had three tiers: the first was the range of his bow and arrow, the second was the range of the ax from France and spear, and only the third was his frenzy state when wielding a blade!
Now he skipped the first stage entirely.
Wow!
The Heroic Spirit Hall seemed to transform into an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, with tens of thousands of heroic spirit shadows appearing, exclaiming in awe.
The audience were all battlefield experts, aware of how high the value of this seemingly simple strike was.
This was basic combat skills forged through countless trials! Almost forming a bodily instinct!
This strike nearly rendered most of Hosa’s combat power useless.
Not far away, Hengist’s pupils contracted, instantly feeling immense pressure. When he was shot by the crossbow, he was filled with unwillingness. Yet now, seeing Duncan’s amazing combat skills, he feared that in a direct confrontation, the enemy might also slay him.
Buzz!
Duncan began to accelerate, sprinting forward, and in an instant, the spear in his hand was thrown.
Hengist instantly raised his shield. The heavy spear pierced through the shield, astonishing him with its power, numbing his arm, and upon a glance, he saw that the spear had penetrated the shield, leaving a wound near his elbow, with trickles of blood seeping out.
Is this still human?!
The last time they met, was he this powerful?!
Bang!
Great Frenzy!
Duncan roared in anger, the roar echoing throughout the Heroic Spirit Hall.
Under the stunned gaze of countless heroic spirits, he directly shoved his shield at Hengist before him, the terrifying force causing cracks to appear on both shields. Duncan immediately swung the battle axe in his hand.
——Combat Form: Beheading!
In an instant.
Hengist was knocked off balance; relying on his astonishing combat skills, he instantly swung his sword to stab at Duncan’s kidney. Blood sprayed wildly, the sharp longsword nearly thrusting through his body.
But the blood he sprayed was even more shocking!
The blade pierced through his kidney, yet didn’t affect Duncan’s combat ability at all. He swung the axe down, severing a head filled with terror, endless blood gushing out like a fountain, dyeing Duncan’s bare chest blood red.
Roar!
Duncan held Hengist’s head aloft, roaring towards the audience of the Heroic Spirit Hall. The fervent cheers in an instant almost lifted the shielded roof of the Heroic Spirit Hall, as if returning to the bloody gladiatorial days of ancient Rome.
I am not unable to fight! I am just afraid of injuries affecting future battles!
One blow to kill.
Beheading.
Even in the most glorious era of ancient Rome, when champion gladiators appeared frequently, such a shocking scene was rarely seen!
Those heroic spirits of the Norse Pantheon were naturally warlike.
Now, witnessing Duncan’s wild battle, they were even more excited, as if resurrected, and even some ancient figures with divine lineage got up, converging phantoms to watch the bloody gladiatorial arena before them.
Too powerful!
Too brutal!
Duncan pulled out the blade piercing his right kidney, casually tossing it to the ground, holding Hengist’s head in one hand and picking up the spear with the other. After thinking for a moment, he casually broke the spear in half, threw it away, and once again lifted the heavy beheading axe.
Today is an exhibition match.
No need to worry about injury, no need to worry about death, because the law of the Heroic Spirit Hall is resurrection after death, allowing him to fight with abandon, showing ferocity, as harsh as possible!
Not far away.
Hosa watched as his brother was instantly killed and beheaded by the enemy; finally, a trace of fear appeared in his expression. Gritting his teeth, he got up, clutching the battle axe and shield in his hands, staggering and facing the advancing Duncan, like a beast struggling in its death throes.
Duncan was in no hurry.
Blood flowed ceaselessly from his body, but it didn’t matter, at least not during the Great Frenzy, not affecting his combat.
What is a champion gladiator?!
Of course, it’s someone who can make the audience overwhelmingly enthusiastic, roaring until hoarse, trembling with excitement, even causing the female spectators in the arena to shiver on the spot, such a real man is qualified to be a champion gladiator!
Ferocity in battle is one thing; the performance must also be shocking!
It’s time to give the Germanic barbarians a taste of the awesome spectacle of top-class Roman gladiatorial arenas from ancient times.
The empire is no longer what it once was.
But no one can deny that the empire of those days was truly a nation of warriors!
Bloody gladiatorial slaughter.
Enough to easily ignite the fiery passion of a Roman city!
Duncan circled the gladiatorial arena.
He directly threw the head of Hengist in his hand towards the Valkyries, offering it to them with slaughter!
Under the gaze of all.
The Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet trembled slightly, reaching out to hold Hengist’s grim head. She was to pour wine for Duncan; this was the gift he offered!
"Come! Fight!"
Duncan, with a battle axe in one hand and a sharp sword in the other, roared towards the sky, slicing a gash across his chest with the blade. Blood oozed out, and the scar added to his ferocity and bravery, like an ancient hero challenging the gods, turning mankind’s indomitable fighting spirit into a monstrous rage.
Hosa was afraid.
He died filled with resentment, but now it seems, even if he had fought to the death, he would still likely have been the one to die, at most just severely wounding Duncan.
Duncan started to accelerate his charge.
He seemed like an ancient ferocious beast charging forward. Clear footprints were left on the arena ground as he leapt fiercely, hacking down with his sword and axe. Clang! Sparks flew with a crash. Hosa was forced to parry and was directly knocked to the ground by Duncan’s incredible barbaric power.
The shield shattered, and the battle axe chipped.
Hosa lost his balance and his burly figure fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, a foot was already on his back, preventing him from moving any further, as if his spine was about to break.
Duncan raised the beheading axe, surveying the entire arena.
This scene!
It seemed like a reenactment of the ancient Roman era.
In the audience stands of the Heroic Spirit Hall, countless awakened heroic spirits were shouting and cheering. Even the few Valkyries couldn’t help but scream, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
On the throne of the twelve main gods of Norse, Odin’s expression was extremely subtle. His form shifted between solid and indistinct, changing his emblem from ’Norse Main God’ to ’King of the Wild Hunt’!
He rose slowly, towering like a giant, raising his right hand with his thumb pointing down.
Duncan roared to the heavens, unhesitatingly swinging down the beheading axe. Blood gushed like a spring, as Hosa’s grim head was chopped off on the spot.
"Again!"
The laws of the Heroic Spirit Hall began to take effect. Hengist and the Hosa brothers, who had just been executed, resurrected, and the wounds on Duncan’s body also healed rapidly.
Duncan took a hearty drink from the honey wine given by the bird-winged golden helmeted Valkyrie!
He raised the battle axe and sharp sword in his hands towards the densely packed heroic spirits in the audience, angrily shouting, "Again!"
"Let’s fight to our heart’s content today!"
Heroic spirits turned from shadow to substance, and the eager Germanic warriors quickly entered the arena. In no time, dozens had joined, forming an enormous, bloody and brutal skirmish.
Duncan laughed maniacally, pulling the bird-winged golden-helmeted Valkyrie beside him into an embrace, taking off her golden helmet and using it as a cup to drink merrily.
Unflagging Intoxication was almost overflowing.
He handed the bird-winged golden helmet to the stunning Valkyrie, laughing wildly, "Watch me using their heads to offer glory for you!"
Thrand slung an axe into the air.
Instantly, an arriving heroic warrior in the arena was struck in the head.
The heavy spear pierced through a chest, pinning a warrior in the center of the arena.
Duncan didn’t even bother with a shield, roaring out, killing a heroic warrior along with his shield. Then he leapt and struck down, chopping off a large man’s head. The next second, he was stabbed in the back with a sword. Without turning, Duncan swung an axe backward, waist-cutting his assailant on the spot.
Today in this Heroic Spirit Hall, Duncan was here to prove his might!
In mist-covered Avalon, he wanted to rise and march forth. In Asgard’s Heroic Spirit Hall, he intended to create a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea!
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