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Rixen felt puzzled as he held Glo'Mok's hand and whispered, " Glo'Mok, why do you have to do this? It will only bring shame upon yourself. We all know Grog's strength."
Glo'Mok smiled faintly, shook his head gently, and replied, "Don't worry, Rixen. There are some things I must do, even if it may lead to failure."
Rixen still looked at him with concern, but Glo'Mok just took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the arena. His heart was also in turmoil. He knew that he had to create a miracle now to make the tribal elders, instructors, and others notice his existence. If he wanted to be selected for tomorrow's preservation ritual team, he had to put in extra effort. Even though the risk was extremely high, he would not easily back down. Only by winning this match could he prove his strength and determination.
Grog stood on the platform with a smug smile on his face. His friends below were loudly mocking and seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming fight. They taunted and ridiculed Glo'Mok: " Glo'Mok, you better just be a good shaman and not shed blood here. Just stick to helping us with medicine and fortune-telling as usual."
Glo'Mok remained calm, his eyes filled with determination, taunting Grog: "Besides strength, what else do you have? You probably can't even count how many fingers you have."
Grog erupted in anger, roaring so loudly that the entire arena trembled. The sound of their fight spread throughout the training ground, catching the attention of instructor Skull and the elder warrior Grave. They had been discussing matters at the watchtower, but were suddenly drawn to this unexpected provocation.
Skull, the elder warrior, frowned as he watched the situation on the arena, his eyes filled with vigilance. He was displeased with Grog's arrogant behavior, but he also knew it was a competition among orcs and they had to resolve it themselves. Grave observed quietly, feeling curious about the sudden conflict.
Skull and Grave stood at the edge of the balcony, gazing at the two young orcs in the arena, their brows furrowed as they began discussing the unexpected conflict.
Skull first expressed his opinion, saying: "Grog's attitude is really terrible. Although he is powerful, his mental age is clearly too low to become a great person. This kind of arrogance and mocking of companions should not be tolerated."
Grave nodded in agreement and then turned to talk about Glo'Mok, saying: " Glo'Mok, the shaman's child, although not as eye-catching as Grog, I do have some impression of him. He usually practices very seriously and has a good relationship with his peers. Perhaps his strength is not as good as Grog, but his attitude and character are worthy of recognition."
Glo'Mok slowly stepped onto the stage with a calm expression on his face. Rixen was the first to cheer loudly, boosting his morale. At this moment, several others who were usually closer to Glo'Mok also began to shout and cheer for him. Many of the orcs who had been bullied by Grog also joined in the shouting, clearly hoping to see Grog defeated.
In contrast, Grog had few voices supporting him apart from a few friends who usually got up to mischief with him. His taunting and arrogant attitude seemed to have caused a lot of people to feel resentful, perhaps feeling that Glo'Mok represented a more worthy set of values to support.
Glo'Mok had just stepped onto the stage, preparing to strike a pose, when Grog roared and charged at him. Swinging his massive hammers, Grog fiercely attacked Glo'Mok. The hammers slammed violently into the ground, creating a deafening noise and even smashing a hole in the floor, scattering debris.
Glo'Mok quickly rolled away, narrowly avoiding Grog's blow. However, Grog's actions drew boos and jeers from the audience. Glo'Mok couldn't help but taunt again, "It seems like nobody likes you, big guy!" His voice carried a mocking tone.
Grog couldn't tolerate Glo'Mok's mockery, so he launched a fierce attack once again, swinging his huge hammer at Glo'Mok. However, Glo'Mok agilely dodged and skillfully used his wooden shield to block Grog's assault.
The battle between the two became intense, with both actively attacking and defending on the arena, every move holding the audience in rapt attention. This fight was not just a test of strength, but also a competition of wills. Glo'Mok continuously used words to provoke Grog, hoping to influence his judgment, while Grog worked hard to prove his strength.
Glo'Mok demonstrated his calm and composure, keeping a vigilant eye on Grog's every move. He remained unruffled, skillfully evading Grog's attacks at crucial moments, holding the line with a wooden shield, and swiftly counterattacking. His movements were smooth and rhythmic, resembling a carefully choreographed dance.
On the other hand, Grog was the embodiment of pure strength and impulse. Each of his strikes carried tremendous force, but Glo'Mok's composure made it difficult for him to exploit any openings. Whenever Grog's massive hammer came crashing down, Glo'Mok agilely dodged, denying Grog enough time to readjust his attack. Then, he would precisely target Grog's vulnerable spots with his mallet, delivering devastating blows. His attacks might not have been overpowering, but they were precise, each strike aimed at Grog's weaknesses, inflicting intense pain on his opponent.
The battle scene is full of tension, and the audience is watching this life-and-death duel intently. The contrast between Grog's strength and impulsiveness, and Glo'Mok's calmness and skill, makes the battle more exciting and unpredictable. Each confrontation is like an extreme challenge, with both young orcs giving their all to prove their strength and determination.
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