The Primal Hunter

“Welcome to the Colosseum! Today, we have two New Bloods, both here to prove their worth! As they set foot on the sand soiled with the blood of their predecessors, who will come out on top!? Who will have a chance to move forward!? Perhaps... no! Not perhaps! Surely, today is the first match of a coming champion!”

The voice of the announcer echoed loudly throughout the entire arena as Jake stood behind a fenced gate leading up to the arena itself. After talking to the Battlemaster, the guy had looked him over once before agreeing he was ready and sent him down one of the many hallways leading into an arena. These hallways were a mishmash of spatial distortion, taking you pretty much anywhere in the arena without you even noticing. No one around seemed to comment on it either, as everything was indeed very low-fantasy. There weren’t even teleportation gates anywhere, and regular gates had replaced magical barriers everywhere. He also had to admit that everything large-scale magical going on could only be detected by him due to his sphere.

“Combatants, enter the arena!”

Jake began walking forward, bow in hand and ready to go. He quickly made it up to a still-lowering second meshed gate, his opponent directly ahead of him.

“Go Jake!” he heard yelled from the stands as he saw Owen there.

The arena was entirely circular and pretty small, only about thirty meters across, the ground covered in sand. Jake knew that as one moved up the ranks, arenas got bigger and grander, but for a starter arena, this was honestly pretty good. The stands all around were just benches, but there were surprisingly many in the audience. Though, Jake quickly came to realize they weren’t humans. They were instead small green creatures.

Jake stared at his opponent at the other end of the arena as he cursed internally. Really?

[Goblin]

The goblin looked exactly as he would have expected. It was not even a meter tall and carried with it a wooden club that it held over its shoulder, trying to look intimidating. This was Jake’s first time encountering a goblin that truly personified a starter mob, and he honestly had no idea what to expect from the fight.

He knew goblins came in many different forms. They were an enlightened race as they had professions and classes like humans and elves but rarely reached high levels. If a goblin reached D-grade, chances are it wouldn’t be a goblin anymore but, at the very least, some kind of hobgoblin. Jake even heard that goblins sometimes evolved into orcs and ogres or other such races.

As for the audience? Yeah, it consisted of ninety-five percent goblins who were all cheering and hollering loudly at their fighter. The crowd definitely wasn’t on Jake’s side.

Right as the mesh was about to fully lowered, the announcer spoke one more time:

“Let the battle begin!”

Without hesitation, the goblin charged toward him, having no doubt realized he would have a better chance in a melee. Jake had a bow, and the faster the goblin got close, the fewer shots he could get off. Additionally, Jake only had a knife for melee combat, which would make it very difficult to block a club.

The goblin knew all this and quickly ran across the arena, closing in at an impressive speed. The sand barely seemed to slow him down as he sneered at Jake, soon getting within only a few meters with Jake yet to nock a single arrow. The goblin prepared to swing its club the moment he entered striking distance, with Jake still yet to respond.

“Oh no! The goblin is simply too fast for the human to respond in time and draw his bow! How will he-“

Jake kicked the goblin.

His small green opponent tumbled to the ground, losing grip of his club. The little guy tried to get back up and find the club but stumbled again. After a dozen seconds, Jake just sighed as the goblin had managed to stand back up, even if he looked wobbly on his feet, barely able to hold onto the club.

“If you try to hit me again, I will kick you harder than last time.”

The goblin stared at him for a second.

“I give up!”

Silence persisted for a good three seconds as the announcer yelled loudly.

“A perfect victory for the archer… no, the martial artist! A glorious display of misdirection to bring a bow and confuse his foe! Truly brilliant!”

Jake tried to ignore the announcer guy as he walked back the way he came. He raised his hand and waved as the goblin bowed while Jake made his exit to the excited yells of Owen. Reaching the tunnel, he checked his menu and saw it had been updated.

Current rank: New Blood (1/5)

Colosseum Points: 2

Lives remaining: 10

one victory down… if you can even

Luckily, he hadn’t had to actually kill his opponent to win. The rules of the Colosseum were rather simple in regard to obtaining victories. One could win in one of

match and survived, you would lose a point, and if you went too much in the negative, you

the arena, Jake went straight to the Battlemaster, who congratulated him and told him to take a rest before coming back for another fight. Before Jake could protest, he heard running from behind as Owen arrived. The Battlemaster

out of breath as he stared at Jake with starry eyes. “I didn’t know you were a martial artist! Those are super

want to use a weapon… it felt

shy,” Owen smiled. “That kick was clearly practiced. You hit him right on

it was, Jake said internally, knowing he wouldn’t get anything out of

more before Jake

I think I am going for another

Well, I guess you don’t really need

up to the Battlemaster. “Let

won one fight against a goblin, New Blood. Plus, I heard you revealed to everyone your special kicking

how he literally just kicked the goblin normally but nodded solemnly. “I will keep that in mind.

to enter once the timer above it was done. Which would be about half an hour, it seemed. This time was given for a few things, including studying your opponent using stuff from some of the many information brokers around, but naturally, Jake didn’t feel like he needed or wanted that.

really fucking weird, but not anything worth commenting about. Also, who the hell was in charge of all those timers? How did they even know how long something would take? Of course, he knew it was all just system-fuckery, but he still kind of wanted to know if the system would at least try and offer

in a nearly identical arena, ready for his next match. Everything proceeded as before, as it was even the same announcer who

held a simple wand in

thoughtless kicks! I have been training under my revered master for years,

Not a martial artist.

walked slightly forward as she held out her wand. “Behold! The

he saw mana slowly begin to gather, glad that even if he had been pushed to G-grade, he could still easily feel it. Then again, if he couldn’t feel it, other G-grade humans also wouldn’t be able to, which would make any and

woman looked incredibly strained. She kept her eyes trained on Jake, who kept walking, and as he passed a bit over the

“Try to dodge this!”

He did.

flew straight for him, and Jake pretty casually side-stepped it as she stared wide-eyed as the fireball hit the sand and left

with determination as more fire mana began to gather. Jake sighed a bit as he kept walking until he got within three meters of the elf, and she looked right at

you cannot possibly

He could.

out, hit the back wall of the arena behind Jake. Now, standing within a couple of meters of the elf, she

me win, I am sure

one step closer,

“Please don’t kick me.”

raised his

down on the sand. Before

quickly scurrying out of the arena again,

out of

last fight; the lady clearly had no damn fighting

way back to the Battlemaster, he was once more told not to get cocky. Alas, at least the guy wasn’t a complete idiot as the middle-aged man allowed Jake to fight again immediately, and on the way back to the arena, he only said a quick hi to Owen, who had also decided to do

the arena for the third time that day, he had another quick victory, all the build-up taking far

for how

One kick.

both of them going down with single kicks. All three of his last fights had been humans, and all had gone down the same way. Honestly, it was amazing how good a quick

make actual progress. That’s right, it was time for a

match proved to be quite a lot more challenging than the fights prior. In fact,

Two kicks.

his lips and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Good job, New Blood… or should I call you, Initiate Fighter. Who knows,