GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Chapter 1747: Truly The Chosen Of The Gods.



Axec pressed the advantage. She pressed her head forward to smash it against her enemy. Torko retaliated with a head smash of his. The two heads smashed against each other. Both of them broke their noses and began bleeding.

The first blood had been shed, so the crowd went crazy. Now they were only clamoring for blood. They didn't care about the power anymore.

Torko said, "You are not bad."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Axec replied, "You will die."

She was stating it as a fact. If she had hoped to deter Torko with that statement, then she was bound to be disappointed.

Torko stepped forward and punched with his left hand. She stepped aside to avoid the punch, only for Torko to swing his club at her with all his might. She was already moving to the side, but it wasn't fast enough to avoid the horizontal swing coming at her. So she parried it by striking the club with her axe.

The club went awry and smashed into the ground because of the force of the blow. Axec jumped forward as soon as her feet touched the ground. Torko had extended himself with the last attack, so she had gotten within his guard.

She chopped down with her axe on his defenseless form. But he wasn't so defenseless. He leaned into the attack and grabbed the handle of her axe. Then he kicked her again.

This time she couldn't dodge. Not without losing her weapon. So the kick connected with her stomach and knocked her back. The air in her lungs was knocked out of her, but she didn't let go of her axe. She was already pulling it before she was kicked. The combined force of the kick made it difficult for Torko to continue holding on to it. Not if he didn't want to be dragged forward.

Torko let go of the axe so as not to be pulled by Axec. Instead, he used both of his hands to pull his club back for another swing at her. Unfortunately, his attack wasn't fast enough, so Axec was able to dodge the attack.

Their fighting continued in earnest. They had the excited crowd to cheer them on. The cheer was endless because the fight was thrilling. A single successful attack could end the battle, so the tension was high. Each swing of the weapons made the heart of the audience beat wildly.

Warshaw's heart was probably the one with the most fluctuations. It is because her heart is very old and there is a lot to lose here for her.

As an old orc with many years of experience, she could see the minute subtleties that the others couldn't see. She could tell that Axec was stronger, but Torko was more experienced. Axec couldn't control her strength properly, so the best she could do was be evenly matched with Torko in terms of raw power. But she was lacking in skill, which Torko used to edge out little victories in their exchanges.

Torko couldn't overwhelm Axec enough to score a good hit on her, but he was nimble and resourceful enough to manage little hits like kicks and punches. He was also adept at predicting and responding to her attacks. All in all, it was a draw.

A weak opponent would have capitulated to the constant harassment by now, but Axec held on. This made the fight drag out for minutes.

The difference between them began to show after ten minutes of constant, high-intensity fighting with their lives in the line. Torko was slowing down. His club was heavy, and he had been swinging for quite a while without success.

Axec, on the other hand, was in better condition. She had taken more of the hits of the fight, but she had a higher constitution and vitality, which made her have better stamina. She can't control her strength, but those are properties that are not affected by her inexperience.

What clinched it for Axec was her access to Mana. The boost was little, but its replenishment of her stamina granted her a constant source of advantage. Torko couldn't keep up with her after another 5 minutes of fighting. He was panting and sweating furiously.

He seemed to have realized that he was going to die but couldn't understand why. He was the second strongest in the tribe, and she was not even a councilman. The only thing he could think of for why a younger orc could defeat him in his prime was the one thing he disdained. So he said to Axec, "It seems the gods are real, and they have truly chosen you."

It was difficult for him to say the last part not only because it hurt his pride but because his throat was patched and his chest hurt.

Axec was also panting. But her need for stamina wasn't as serious as Torko's. She was able to say with disdain, "You are going to die."

Torko snorted and said, "You have yet to kill me, little girl."

He was hoping to rile her up, but she didn't take the bait. She continued to pressure him steadily for a few more minutes until he couldn't lift his club anymore. It was then that her axe buried its blade in his neck. It sought to split him in half. But it failed. The best it could do was maim him and create a spurt of blood from his severed artery.

However, that was more than enough. Torko's axe fell from his hands to the ground. He joined it soon after with his hands grasping his neck in an attempt to stop the flow of blood. His great weight smashed into the ground, but the voice of the crowd rose as they cheered loudly. Their cheers were ringing in the ears of Axec.

She raised her axe and cheered with them, "Blood and power."

The shaman raised her hand to still the crowd. Silence finally returned to the world.

Then she asked the council members, "Do you have anything else to say?"

They all bowed down and said to Axec, "You are chief."