The Primal Hunter

Jake believed he had reached his limit for his kicking-only challenge when he hit Veteran Warrior, but his newfound Fear Gaze allowed him to keep the streak going for at least a little bit longer. He had still been unsure if he could really go all the way to Gladiator, and after reaching the rank of Expert Warrior, he did meet quite a problematic opponent in his third match.

His foe was a large orc wearing armor covering his entire body. The difference between this guy and the other armor-wearing opponents Jake met was that his armor was of a lighter variant while still offering plenty of defense against kicking opponents. Moreover, it had one very problematic design decision…

It was covered in spikes.

Not just a few spikes. Spikes freaking everywhere. Jake didn’t see a single opening where he could kick without seriously hurting his foot, and the orc clearly knew this as he went on the offensive, swinging his hatchet wildly while making sure to always keep his buckler ready. A buckler that was naturally also covered in spikes.

Jake found himself being pressured quite intensely as he didn’t ever get the chance to respond. Even with Fear Gaze, he doubted he could end the fight instantly. Did he see a way to win? Well, yeah, there were a few dozen openings present at all times that would allow Jake to end the fight in a single move.

The problem was that none of these moves were kicks or required him to use magic, so they were off-limits.

After fighting for several minutes, Jake finally found an opening that was kick-viable. His opponent had gotten slower and realized he had to pace himself or get exhausted before the timer ran out, which gave Jake more time to think and figure out a way to take the big orc down.

Because there were a few places where he didn’t have spikes, namely around his joints, on the inside of his thighs, the front of his helmet, and his boots. Jake took advantage of this. Without even using Fear Gaze, Jake dodged under his opponent’s hatchet with perfect timing and performed an equally perfectly executed leg sweep. He had aimed for the ankle of the orc and hit right where he wanted.

The large orc was swept off his feet and fell on his side, making many of the spikes penetrate into the sand. Before the orc could even try to get up, Jake finally used Fear Gaze right as he stood up and prepared to deliver the finishing blow.

With the big guy frozen in fear, he couldn’t protect his face when Jake delivered a kick straight into it. Hitting the non-spiked parts of the helmet did hurt Jake’s foot quite a lot, but the orc had it far worse as his head lunged back, and Jake faintly heard something snap. That is when Jake realized he may have made a mistake.

Due to the embedded spikes, the orc had been stuck. Usually, when you hit something, the impact would be partly lessened as that opponent would get moved backward… but with the spikes stuck in the ground, the only thing capable of moving was his neck.

A neck that was entirely incapable of handling Jake’s kick.

Fuck, Jake cursed internally as the orc went limp. He wasn’t dead, but Jake was unsure if he was dying or not. Reacting quickly, Jake tried to stabilize the guy’s neck as he held it in place while employees of the Colosseum soon rushed in. He had entirely zoned out everything but zoned back in when one of the employees took out what Jake recognized as a health potion and made the orc drink it before dragging him out of the arena.

Nearly killed him on accident, Jake sighed as he exited the arena, ignoring the commentator. Sure, the ones he fought weren’t “real people,” but Jake still didn’t want to kill someone like the orc when he had no reason to. None of his opponents ever seemed to strike with the sole intent to kill either, and only a few showed true killing intent or aimed solely to land lethal attacks. While it was true that Jake could still die even if his opponents didn’t aim to kill him, he fully realized the other combatants had to risk killing him if they wanted a chance.

for his next match, he got confirmation that the orc had survived but would probably be out of commission for several days. Jake did know that potions were a thing even before this match, as while he couldn’t really craft any himself due to the time constraint and his lack of ingredients, the Colosseum did sell them. They were not

day quite easily while

final promotion match before he became a fully-fledged Gladiator was versus a wind mage. This was his first time meeting an opponent that was truly faster than himself, and the slicing wind blades he sent out were more than a little problematic as they were fully capable of leaving nasty

The wind mage simply didn’t have a response to Fear Gaze, allowing Jake to catch up after dodging all of his attacks

tumbling, and Jake pounced on the opportunity and kicked the wind mage a dozen times before he finally surrendered. Overall, it was a good match and definitely

out, the rest managing to hold on. None of

effect wore off. They also clearly felt that he wasn’t shy to kill his opponents if he deemed it necessary, making them not want to risk a stupid death

as the middle-aged man, for the first time

the Battlemaster said with a smile as Jake walked up to him. “Never once did I doubt you could do it, and I knew the very first time you walked in here that you were the real deal. Not only did you manage to become a Gladiator, but you did so without losing a single match and by fighting every single day. Take a well-earned rest, and come back tomorrow for your first real match. Your true debut. I am looking forward to seeing how

days ago that there was no use fighting it. No matter how much he tried to correct the Battlemaster, the guy

promotion, he got a message quite a bit longer than expected, as it became clear he had entered the

the Gladiator rank, making you a true mainstay of the Colosseum of Mortals. However, this is only the beginning of your climb to the top. As a true Gladiator, you attract a crowd, and every single match

fight a week

crafters will now have better equipment and

and have far looser rules and regulations than regular arena fights. The possible opponents one can

rank without losing a single time or losing any lives, you are rewarded an extra 500

of days possible, you are rewarded

claim your glory as you prove yourself the strongest

unpack with this one. First of all, only one Gladiator match a week now? What? Jake already felt like only six in a day was insufficient. At least he could still do those bonus Show Matches, even if those were also only one a day… and with the rule of not having both a Gladiator and a Show Match on the

Jake guess that he could also face non-humanoids or even groups. Getting to fight a

didn’t recognize the fact he didn’t kill anyone and won using only the mighty power of kicking, but then again, perhaps the feeling of satisfaction from succeeding was enough. The true reward was not the Nevermore Points at the

wonder if there were more similar “achievements” he could earn by not losing any matches and keeping up a good pace. Guess time would tell, as

Primarily that the system felt the need to point it out specifically. Every single time he had ranked up, better stuff had become available, but Jake hadn’t

open any time the Colosseum was, so he still had time to go by and see if there was anything he would actually want to buy, as there were still quite a few hours before they closed that day. Jake wasn’t delusional enough to

Colosseum Points to get some good stuff

from