"What is this, man!"
Ralf roared such that if there were a few people who lost their attention, their eyes also turned to him. His astonishment was followed by the shouts of those around. The weapon standing stuck in the ground in front of the rough-bearded man was dazzling.
"Where did that weapon come from?"
"It's stuck piercing the ground, isn't it? I am not seeing wrong, right?"
"Look at its hilt, look at its hilt!"
While the commotion continued, Ralf reached out with his right hand and grasped the hilt where two R letters standing back to back were embroidered in relief. When he pulled it up furiously, the magnificent weapon completely came to light.
On the gold-colored hilt, the red snake extending from the tip to the blade caught the eye at first glance. The handguard part of the weapon was made from the snake's mouth opened to the end. The cutting part, the width of an adult person's two hands standing side by side, came out of the snake's mouth and extended to the enemies.
The length of the broadsword, which ended curving slightly inward towards the tip, was a bit more than Ralf's arm. The gold and red colored patterns fused into the pale metal left afterimages with every swing. Looking at his weapon lying broken on the ground, Ralf stuck the broadsword in his hand into the ground again, carefully picked up the broadsword which had become three pieces, and brought it to his forehead.
Then he slowly left it on the ground and shattered the broadsword in a single blow with his new weapon. While the almost dust-turned pieces of the broken weapon flew around, unexpectedly, they started being drawn towards Abarran's weapon.
The spectators were not aware, but an event that didn't escape talented eyes was happening. One of the scales of the snake on the hilt part was shining slightly. Ralf's broken broadsword was changing something in the new weapon, and judging by the expression on the short black-haired man's face, he was quite pleased with this.
"Shall we start that battle again?"
Ralf threw the weapon on his back and started walking. In the giant area, breaths were held, there wasn't a peep. The man and the weapon were so imposing while going at the enemy that even Nafız couldn't stand without saying two words in the face of this scene.
"A very high-quality fabric, like an unrefined ore!"
The sounds coming from the Blood God's mouth had just reached her own ear when Ralf planted his right foot firmly on the ground and lunged forward. This was a direct attack right from the front, and the enemies were prepared for what was to come.
The warrior lunging forward with the mace in his hand made a swing from the side to cut the speed of the attack. It was obvious he wanted to derail Ralf's imposing weapon cutting from top to bottom. The one with the thin long sword right behind him, the ones carrying daggers were waiting spread out to the sides. The first time he presented an opening, they would finish the rough-bearded man's job.
When Ralf swung the broadsword, his enemy with the mace managed to attack with perfect timing and hit his new weapon. Or this is what everyone else saw, whereas they wouldn't notice the cut that would form from his shoulder down to his knee a breath later. Just as they couldn't notice Ralf's new weapon disappearing for a moment right when the mace was about to hit it, and then continuing towards its target again.
"What happened there?"
"I can swear the mace hit the broadsword!"
While the man whose blood spurted from his body was in death throes, the spectators were critiquing what just happened. One of these was Sheikh Atractivo; turning to the Second Elder on his right, he started speaking.
"Abarran's weapon, isn't it? It wasn't possible to meet, but the guy is on a completely different level. Look at that weapon, what is it doing?"
"Master Abarran is in the Hell Palace dungeons. If you wonder about him so much, you can go and see him. That is, if they allow it, of course!"
The Second Elder snapped with an angry tone of voice, but the Sheikh's answer was not delayed.
"He was there, wasn't he? If I remember correctly, he was detained in front of the previous Sheikh who was your master. What a story, they throw your dear friend into the dungeon, you don't lift a finger. This previous Sheikh was a bit of a cowardly man I guess!"
"You…!"
The Second Elder rose a finger's length over the seat he sat on, but immediately sat back down. While some of the tears filling his eyes trickled down his cheeks, they went between his beard and disappeared.
Sheikh Atractivo continued drinking his wine, of which even he didn't remember what number bottle it was. The redness starting from his nose was now covering his whole face.
The activity where the heavyweights of the Holy Blood Sect were was under the scrutiny of the clan stands. The silent agreement of the leaders looking at each other and shaking their heads continued, but the groan coming from the battlefield made them turn their gazes there.
Ralf, with a transversal cut, had severed the left arm and a part of the torso of the person holding the thin long sword. The state of the man who wanted to defend the attack coming from the side with his weapon supported by his body was ruined; while particles of the blood energy covering his sword flew around, he was falling to the ground.
When two people were neutralized in the blink of an eye, the others who specialized in stealth attacks panicked. While the weapons in their hands brought the enemy to their knees until a few minutes ago, now they were breaking like a delicate tree branch.
"This is it! Finally, I have a weapon with which I can show my power!"
Following his shout, Ralf stuck his weapon vertically into the ground. While the cracks formed expanded inside the arena, blood energy was following them. Three people fled in different directions, but there was something they didn't know. The blood energy separating from Ralf's weapon was flocking towards them like snakes locking onto their prey.
Caught by one of their feet a few breaths later, the trio became unable to move. Ralf, leaving his weapon where it was, charged with his tightly closed fists. The fate of the first two opponents was to be knocked down with a single punch, but there was a different treatment for the last one.
Ralf, who first leaned the enemy against the arena wall with a blow, made him unrecognizable with a relentless bombardment of punches. When he turned his back and walked to his weapon standing in the middle, his adversary's entire body had entered inside the arena wall.
"Jashua, isn't this your attack?"
When Lareina asked gently, Jashua directed his gaze to her. How could he not know the answer to the question; that day, he had embedded Ralf into the Blood Arena wall exactly like this.
"Has there been another follower, Lord Jashua? At this rate, I guess you will surpass me!"
When Nafız spoke giggling, Jashua straightened his head and continued watching the battlefield. The possibility of every answer he would give turning against him kept him silent.
"The winner is, Team 6!"
When the Official of the Fights announced it, people specializing in healing rushed to the battlefield. This was what it looked like from the spectators' eyes, but how could Nafız miss what actually happened.
"Degenerate paupers, they went after the weapons they gave!"
When the Blood God finished her words, Ralf was about to return to their side. He must have heard the red-haired girl's words that he said something in a way everyone would hear.
"They can dream on! The fate of those weapons was nothing but to be food for the Basilisk!"
Ralf put his sword, which had the enemy's blood on the cutting part, over his shoulder. The snake on the hilt was exactly where his heart was.
"Damn Abarran! Even though he himself rots in the dungeon, the weapons he made continue to make us suffer!"
"Definitely, he must have hidden an interspatial ring in a secret place. Otherwise, where could this little bitch find such a weapon?"
The clan people whispering among themselves were taking courage from the Sheikh being drunk. Atractivo was so out of it that he fell asleep between the breasts of the pleasant woman standing next to him.
"Let the fights continue!"
The Third Elder cast a glance at the Sheikh's latest state and gave his order to the Fight Official with his forked voice.