| Ding!

| The host has borrowed the power of rage, making the host twice stronger, faster and bigger.

| Time Deduction: Thirty-seconds.

| Current time duration: Fifty-seven seconds. |

Volk looked at the screen, he then stood tall proudly, proudly making his massive figure cast a shadow that stretched across the battlefield.

His muscles bulged and contorted with pure, unadulterated strength as his fists clenched tightly.

The energy within him was like a lava, it was hot, and it was as if he was a volcano on the brink of eruption.

Volk could feel that every sinew of his body was taut and concentrated with power, ready to unleash devastation upon his opponent.

His eyes, glowing with an eerie green light, bore into the heavens above as he let out a thunderous roar that shook the very earth beneath his feet.

“VOOOOOLK, IS THE STRONGEST THERE IS!!!” His voice boomed, echoing off the surrounding towers and trees. “NO ONE STRONGER THAN VOOOOOLLLKK!!”

The force of his declaration was enough to send shivers down the spines of those who watched, both Orc and Elven Witch alike.

The sheer power radiating from Volk was overwhelming, that they could even feel the wind’s shockwave slammed to their faces.

Even the ground beneath him trembled with every word, as if the earth itself was bowing to his incredible might.

Luk’Tar, still reeling from the earlier encounter, staggered to his feet.

Even though he tried not to accept this, he could feel his body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Volk, now even more imposing than before.

How had this Labor Orc, who had been beneath his fists just moments ago, resisted his blows?

How had Volk not only withstood his punches but grown stronger?

His thoughts began to swirl of denial as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

Suddenly, his muscles ached, a sharp pain shooting through his arms. He glanced down and noticed his hands trembling, the pain radiating through his arm was from the part where Volk had gripped him earlier.

Immediately, Luk’Tar’s gaze flickered back to Volk, who now appeared even larger and wider, his Grum-gar form towering before him like a living mountain of muscle and rage.

What is happening? Isn’t he smaller than my Grum-gar form earlier?

Suddenly, the murmurs of the surrounding Orcs and Elven Witches reached his ears, with the disbelief and awe in their shock voices.

“Did you see that? His form has grown!”

“How is this possible? He’s just a Labor Orc!”

“His Grum-gar form… it’s twice as big now…”

“What kind of creature is this Volk?”

“Luk’Tar’s in trouble… He’s never faced anything or seen like this.”

“No, not just Lu’Tark, we also have never seen an Orc like this!”

Luk’Tar’s heart pounded in his chest as he absorbed the murmurs, and an unknown fear was born and was growing rapidly with each word. Because of that, he realized something. This wasn’t just a duel anymore; it was a fight for survival!

He glanced at his discarded weapons, with his mind thinking of the rules and honor of the Orc tribe.

In a KORNUUM DRHAKAR duel, Orcs were allowed to use weapons—it was, after all, a life-and-death battle. Perhaps he should…

Before he could finish the thought, Volk let out another deafening roar. “TIIIIME!!” His voice shook the very air around them as if he sucked them all in violently. “FOOORR VOLK TO SMASH THIEF!!!”

Without hesitation, Luk’Tar dove toward his discarded sword and shield. He didn’t care if muscles were still strained as he scooped up the spear.

With a quick desperation, he grabbed the shield, feeling its sturdy frame offering a sense of protection. He immediately assumed a defensive posture, crouching low with his shield raised and sword poised to strike.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at the behemoth that was Volk.

“Ha,” “Ha,” “I can do this,” he mumbled to himself.

But Volk didn’t care. With a guttural growl, he launched himself at Luk’Tar. Making the ground beneath him trembled with each step, and the air vibrated with his roar. “GRAAAAA!!!”

Luk’Tar barely had time to react. He thrust his spear forward, aiming for Volk’s chest. The weapon struck with a resounding CLANG!—but it didn’t pierce.

The spearhead merely glanced off Volk’s chest, as if striking solid rock.

Luk’Tar’s eyes widened in shock, his mind immediately struggling to comprehend how the spear had failed.

However, before he could think further, Volk was upon him.

With a fierce growl, “GRAAAAAA!!,” Volk’s massive hand shot out, grabbing Luk’Tar’s arm with a vice-like grip.

Luk’Tar’s heart skipped a beat as he felt the overwhelming destructive strength in Volk’s grasp, he could even feel some of his bones creaking under the pressure.

“GRAAAAAA!!!”

With a roar, Volk pulled Luk’Tar toward him and smashed his head into Luk’Tar’s face.

BANG!

The impact was bone-shattering, sending a shockwave through Luk’Tar’s skull.

The sound echoed through the clearing as Luk’Tar’s body was flung backward, crashing into the ground with a heavy thud.

Green blood spattered from his nose, eyes, and mouth, staining the earth beneath him.

He lay there, dazed and barely conscious, he could feel his vision swimming somewhere. And every single fiber of his being were screaming in pain, but he forced himself to stand, albeit shakily. When he did, his legs wobbled beneath him as he wiped the blood from his face with a trembling hand. Through the haze of pain, he muttered to himself with disbelief. “Just what creature is he!?”

His question was answered by the sight of Volk charging at him again, his massive form filling Luk’Tar’s vision.

“GRAAAAAA!!!”

Volk’s roar tore through the air as he leaped into the air, both feet aimed directly at Luk’Tar’s chest. Lu’Tark has no choice but to raise his shield.

BANG!

The force of the impact was unimaginable. The shield was obliterated instantly, like an egg. This connected Volk’s feet with Luk’Tar’s chest with the power of a battering ram, spilling Volk’s body with a sticky blood and sending Lu’Tark flying through the air.

Soon, his body tumbled over and over, with a trail of dark green blood marking his path as he crashed and rolled into the ground, before skidding to a halt several feet away.

Meanwhile, Volk landed with a thunderous crash, the ground quaking beneath him as he stood tall.

His eyes blazed with a fierce, unrelenting light as he gazed upon the fallen form of Luk’Tar, who now lay motionless in the dirt.

The surrounding Elves and Orcs were silent, they feel like if they talk now, Volk would attack them too.

Not caring where he was, Volk threw his head back and roared to the sky, “VOOOOOLLLK SMAAAAASHHH THIEEEEFFFFF!!!” “VOODOOLLKK IS THE STRONGEST THERE IS!!!”

Volk stood tall, his massive figure towering over the majority, his chest not even heaving with exertion but with satisfied rage. He had won. The thief Luk’Tar lay defeated, flung like a ragdoll across the opposite direction.

“ROOOAAARRR!!”

He bellowed again, with a thunderous voice that seemingly declared his dominance. He roared repeatedly, each one more ferocious than the last.

But as Volk continued to unleash his triumphant cries, something unknown began to shift in the atmosphere.

The surrounding Orcs and Elves, who had been stunned into silence, with their eyes wide with disbelief at the spectacle before them, now began to stir.

Slowly, they snapped back to reality.

Their initial shock transformed into something else—something unspoken, yet understood among them.

They exchanged glances, sending a silent communication passing between them, and then formed a collective decision.

One by one, they nodded at each other, their mutual understanding was as fast as lightning when it took root.

The Elven Witches, with their ethereal grace, and the Orcs, with their imposing strength, moved toward Volk’s direction.

Their approach was slow, almost hesitant, but there was a growing resolve in their movements that they needed to do this.

Volk, still roaring mightily, noticed the shift in the air. His instincts kicked in, and he stopped mid-roar, his glowing green eyes narrowing as he watched the group approach.

“Grrrrr…”

A low growl rumbled in his throat, right away, his muscles tenses, ready for combat.

Were they here to challenge him? Volk is not scared.

But before he could act, one of the Orcs stepped forward, on the spot, he shouted with his voice booming across the clearing, “Hail! The KORNUUM DRHAKAR winner and the new Champion, Volk!” and he repeated, “Hail! The KORNUUM DRHAKAR winner and the new Champion, Volk!”

Volk’s radioactive form faltered for a moment, taken aback by the declaration. The glow in his eyes flickered as he processed the words. “VOLK? CHAMPION?” he growled, his loud voice filled with confusion.

The Orcs and Elves, their voices now blending together in a harmonious chorus, began to chant, “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!”

The chant grew louder, their voices rising in unison, creating a powerful rhythm that echoed through the trees.

The surrounding creatures fell silent, as if paying homage to the new champion in their midst.

Meanwhile, Volk stood still there, with his massive form towering over them all, he was unable to comprehend the situation.

“VOLK CHAMPION?” he mumbled. It was as if the idea was a foreign concept to him, something he had never considered possible.

But the chant continued to grow in intensity, the voices around him rising to a fever pitch. “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!”

Volk’s expression shifted from confusion to acceptance as the realization dawned on his head.

The power of their words, the weight of their recognition, began to fill him with a sense of pride. He had done it. He had proven himself, not just to them, but to the primal force within him.

Finally, he embraced it. “I, VOOOOLLKK!!! CHAMPION!” he roared, with his voice booming across the clearing in an unstoppable force.

The ground beneath him trembled with the force of his declaration.

The crowd responded with even more fervor, their voices rising to match his intensity. “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!”

Volk repeated the words, each time louder, more powerful, feeding off the energy of the crowd. His voice blended with theirs, creating a symphony of triumph that resonated through the very core of the forest. His radioactive form seemed to pulse with a newfound sense of ego, of pride, as if it were feeding off the adulation of the masses.

Inside, the real Volk felt a surge of satisfaction.

The primal beast within him revered in the glory, in the unfamiliar recognition.

It was a feeling unlike anything he had experienced, like there was a sense of fulfillment that he hadn’t realized he craved. But instead of pushing it away, instead of denying it, he let it sink in deep, embracing the moment for what it was.

Great!

The chant continued, growing louder, more intense with each passing second. “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!” “Volk Champion!”

Volk threw his head back and roared once more.

“ROOOARRRR!!!”

Together, their voices created a cacophony of triumph, a declaration of Volk’s new status in this magical orc tribe!

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