The Primal Hunter

”Are you sure about this, Jake?” Owen asked with genuine worry as they walked back to the Colosseum the next day. ”You should at least go to the crafters before the match… maybe you see something you like and decide to buy it, right?”

”It’ll be fine,” Jake waved him off. ”I will go check out the crafters after.”

”But… if you lose the match, you risk getting demoted and will have a harder time rising to higher ranks. That is assuming you don’t die or lose a limb,” Owen tried to convince him. ”You mentioned that you wanted better equipment at some point, so why wait?”

”Let me ask you this, Owen,” Jake said. ”That spear of yours, will you keep using that even when you become a Gladiator? Assuming you become a Gladiator, that is. Which you really should be able to, considering… you know.”

”Probably not?” Owen admitted, totally ignoring that last part of what Jake said.

”So at that point, when you buy a new weapon, the spear would just be a bunch of wasted points as you can only sell stuff back for half of what you paid,” Jake pointed out very accurately. ”Meanwhile, if I don’t buy anything, I don’t waste anything.”

His logic was truly flawless. Extremely risky but flawless, nevertheless.

”Okay, okay, I’ll trust you, geez,” Owen shook his head. ”Have you considered, at the very least, allowing Polly to obtain information on your opponents? Even if you don’t want to spend Colosseum Points on proper information packets, there is still a lot to discover.”

”Maybe later, but not now,” Jake said with a smile. ”But I will say that today’s match will be different than the one yesterday. I have something new to show off.”

”Oh, like that weird mental trick you use to make people tense up?” Owen asked with interest.

”Not quite, not quite. I believe it will be a bit more… destructive than that,” Jake teased.

”I look forward to seeing it, then,” Owen smiled, clearly intrigued but not prying.

”Destructive…” Polly, who had remained silent so far, muttered. ”You haven’t used any magic so far, but… do you know a bit? I heard that some spellblades combine the two…”

”Perhaps,” Jake kept teasing. ”All shall be revealed during the fight. Well, some shall be revealed during the fight. Revealing everything at once is boring.”

After that, Jake signed up for the fight and sat down to wait for it to start. He ignored any information he could have gathered and faced the entire challenge raw.

He meditated a bit before the fight as he mentally ran through his plan for the fight, as small sparks of energy circled through his body, confirming all the pathways in his physical body and Soulshape. Soon enough, he was called for his debut match as a Gladiator, and with not a single trace of worry, he walked into the long tunnel toward a far bigger arena than the one he usually fought in.

This one would be nearly a hundred meters in diameter, with a few pillars and such placed throughout to not give magicians and ranged fighters too big of an advantage while also spicing up the battlefield and opening up new strategies. They would maybe be an annoyance to him in the future, but not today.

Walking up the first flight of stairs, it became clear the layout of how to enter the arena had also changed slightly. From there being two gates, there was now only one large mesh of bars blocking the entrance, allowing each fighter to see the arena and each other before the fight began.

Jake’s first opponent as a Gladiator definitely lived up to the name, just going by looks. His opponent stood nearly two and a half meters tall, really cheating in the weight-class department. He wore a big spiked helmet, ringmail pants, bracers, leather gloves, and heavy metal boots. Most of his arms were left bare, and his chest was entirely exposed, showing off what looked like a… ten-pack? He was definitely ripped. Needed to be, too, with the giant axe he carried.

His size was naturally impossible for a normal human, but Identify informed Jake of what he was right away.

[Half-Ogre]

– or if it was just the system or Wyrmgod that messed with the rules a bit. It was entirely possible that they were born at F-grade… Jake hadn’t really met many ogres. Considering this made Jake

only yesterday reached his rank! A figure I am sure many of you are excited

were also both in the crowd. He had no idea where the hell all these people came from, as while the city could house that many, did everyone there go to watch Colosseum matches every day? Wouldn’t that get

name for a reason. Standing as one of the tallest fighters the Colosseum has ever seen, with muscles able to crush bones, he has won nearly all his matches by landing one devastating

information Jake really needed on his opponent as he had a good idea of what he was

Crushing

horizontal mesh of bars first disappeared before the vertical ones lowered into the ground. Right when there was enough space to go out, Jake’s opponent began

the ground as he stepped into the

down his right leg. Stamina tinged with his arcane affinity infused every vein, every

controlling

and even if he didn’t have skills, Jake rarely ever used

foot in a faint shimmer of protective arcane energy and the rest in pure destruction?

went even wilder than before. The half-ogre roared

into the air as he spun his body around. A trail of arcane energy swirled around his

half-ogre as a metal helmet met leather boots. A small localized explosion of arcane energy rocked the arena as metal spikes from the helmet flew everywhere. The giant half-ogre was sent airborne and flew nearly five

feeling the sand between his toes on his right foot. The leather boots were shredded to pieces upon impact, leaving him with only one shoe

expected, Jake noted as he checked and saw that the half-ogre was still alive, though, without healing, it was

the entire arena for a few seconds before Jake turned around and began walking toward the exit. As he moved, the arena came back alive. Medical staff ran toward the half-ogre, and the crowd began screaming, with the

by a debutant! But I am sure you are all asking… what was that!? What power does the kick of the Doomfoot truly hold? Has he been hiding his power all this time? Suddenly had an epiphany? What is the true depth

would definitely still ask, but at

the bow on the way, Jake walked straight to the Battlemaster, who somehow seemed to be aware of everything that had

predictably came over right away. After stalling for a bit, Jake finally went to a nice

wide eyes. ”I… I’ve felt powerful spells before, but that

it will not help. It is innate to me, and even if you trained from now till the day you die, you wouldn’t ever be able

Also, he really wanted to point out the hypocrisy of that question but assumed the guy

boring? It would also have been too much and risked killing several of my prior opponents. Unless my

with even wider eyes. ”I…

level of challenge increases, so shall more be shown.

how are you this powerful?” Polly questioned. ”Do you have a great master

may or may not have had an impact on my Path is not anywhere near here and will not show up in or around the Colosseum,

that could be replicated. The truth was that he was actually

the concepts in Jake’s arcane affinity made it far more powerful than it had any right

he would unleash it all into one wave of pure destructive force through his foot. In prior fights, Jake hadn’t even actively controlled his stamina

he wanted to, he could pour every single shred of mana he

wouldn’t even be a