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]

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 wonder about the

An old veteran of the gladiatorial arena, the Crushing Edge, will take on an up-and-coming Gladiator that only yesterday reached his rank! A figure I am sure many of you are excited to see in the big arena… that’s right, it’s

using a single Pulse to see that Owen and Polly were also both in the crowd. He had no idea where the hell all these people came from,

fearsome newcomer… do not sleep on the Crushing Edge. He has earned that 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

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

Doomfoot be crushed, or the Crushing Edge meet his doom? Let’s

there was enough space to go out, Jake’s opponent began jogging toward him from the other end

the ground as he stepped into

While running, a shiver of energy went down his right leg. Stamina tinged with his arcane affinity infused every vein, every muscle. If one could see beneath his pants, one would see faint veins of pink-purple covering his skin, surging with destructive

of skill in controlling energy was virtually unchanged compared to before the Challenge Dungeon. His energy control as a C-grade was already viewed as monstrous, so having that same level of

he still remembered the sensations of increased control, and even if he didn’t have skills, Jake rarely ever used skills when

of his body with extra stamina and wrapping his foot in a faint shimmer of protective arcane energy and

of them approached each other as the crowd went even wilder than before. The half-ogre

his body around. A trail of arcane energy swirled around his foot, leaving a trace

connected with the head of the half-ogre as a metal helmet met leather boots. A small localized explosion of arcane energy rocked the arena as metal spikes from the

his right foot. The

checked and saw that the half-ogre was still alive, though, without healing, it was

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

had his dreams crushed 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

hid your power. Owen would definitely still ask, but at least he wouldn’t face questions from others. Not like it would have mattered even if he did – this entire Challenge Dungeon was just about arena

to the Battlemaster, who somehow seemed to be aware of everything that had happened in the arena despite not having moved a single step from where he stood

training area as he waited for Polly and Owen, who predictably came over right

what was it?” Polly asked with wide eyes. ”I… I’ve felt powerful

own magic,” Jake simply answered. ”Asking me about it will not help. It is innate to me, and even if you trained from now till the day you die, you

to point out the hypocrisy of that question but assumed the guy had his reasons. Same as

outside of making the fights even more boring? It would also have been too much and risked killing several of my

him with even wider eyes. ”I… I would be

as the level of challenge increases, so shall more be shown. And we’re still in the early stages

are you this powerful?” Polly questioned. ”Do you have

not anywhere near here and will not show up in or around the

and not something that could be replicated. The truth was that he was actually a C-grade. The true difference all

any

it all into one wave of pure destructive force through his

pour every single shred of mana he had into one singular attack.

the half-ogre if he did that. There wouldn’t even be a head left, as all would have been consumed by pure