The first ordeal was over.

  Gunt, one of the proud warriors of Durkali, was defeated in an instant, unable to even counterattack, and was carried out on a stretcher like a broken doll.

  Considering the enthusiasm he showed at the start, his exit was too shabby.

  The orcs, who saw the unexpected results, looked at the stage with stiff expressions on their faces.

  Of course, there were those who weren’t like that as well.

  “Just like that, Judith! Smash the next one too!”


  “Bratt, your voice is too loud…”


  Bratt Lloyd cheered in excitement, unlike his usual calm appearance.

  Seeing him like that, Irene was bewildered. Ilya too, looked at Bratt with wide eyes.

  However, they didn't stop him because this was fun.

  Karakum, a warrior, or rather, a spirit warrior, watched the situation unfold.

  Suddenly, he broke the handle of the chair without realizing it.

  ‘To use the Five Spirits Divine Technique which hasn’t even been taught yet!’


  Karakum remembered the battle on plains.

  This was the second Aura of Spirit that he had witnessed from the group after Irene Pareira displayed his Aura of Steel.