Romano stumbled as Thor hit him again, and the Behemoth chuckled as he realized just how satisfying it was to use a bat instead of a sword in combat.
It was far less likely to seriously injure or kill the enemy, which was counterproductive in a dungeon. But in a situation like this, he just needed to subdue his target.
However, what the crowd saw was an invincible Paladin swatting a Blood Knight around the arena like a rag doll.
Only when Romano passed out from the pain did Elder Socrate finally call the match.
"Winner, Thor!
If anyone wishes to challenge him for a higher position, please enter the arena now."
A few of the other Spirit Immortals considered challenging. They had ideas how to get through those barriers. But what if they lost? Wouldn’t they just end up humiliated, like Romano was?
It was better to let Thor stay at the rank he was.
Thor slung the bat over his shoulder, and then smiled when a dragon hopped down onto the sand, transforming as he landed.
"Oh, we’re going in four legged forms? I can do that."
The dragon laughed, then paled when Thor transformed into his natural state, then cast [Warbeast] to improve his constitution and add armour.
Thor was still shrunk, compared to his full size. But he was every bit as large as the Immortal Sand Dragon.
"Oh, this is going to be messy." Min laughed.
Thor didn’t have teeth, his form was herbivorous. But he had a brutally sharp beak, large enough to bite the leg off a dragon if he could catch it. Plus, with those three massive horns, he wasn’t going to be a helpless target.
Worse, [Warbeast] gave him a massive spiked ball on the end of his tail.
If that hit, even a dragon was going to regret their life choices that led them to this moment. In fact, the fight hadn’t started, and already he was regretting getting in the ring.
Min waited patiently for the fight to start, then hummed happily as a small Moor Cat hopped in her lap.
"And who might you be?"
"{I am Shade. I wanted to see the Karl’s friend fighting. I brought my pet Elf to the show.}"
Min gave him a confused look until she saw the young girl searching the crowd for her cat.
She waved Anilla up to the Elder’s section, and the girl came over, apologizing profusely.
"Sorry, he doesn’t like to listen, and he insisted on watching the fight." She whispered, so she didn’t interrupt the Elders’ conversation.
Elder Forsham picked her up and put her on a seat between him and Min.
"Don’t worry about it. How is your training going? I heard that The Karl helped you get an advanced Class."
Anilla sighed. "Forest Stalker is a wonderful class. The issue is Shade. He doesn’t listen at all unless we’re working."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The First Legendary Beast Master