Sanctuary: Safe Haven-Chapter 337: Boar King Competition II

The Boar King competition was now in full swing, and excitement buzzed through the sanctuary as more groups showcased their skills. Each battle against the mighty King Boar was an intense test of strength, strategy, and teamwork, especially with the restriction that only those below Saint or Disaster rank could participate.

The competition had already seen impressive teams prove their mettle. The shock troops, in particular, showed why they were considered elite within the sanctuary. Their coordination and relentless assault on the King Boar led to its downfall in a mere five minutes, earning them respect from the onlookers. Each attack was carefully calculated—every slash of their weapons precise, every movement synchronized. They proved that their training was more than just for show.

Next up were the elite minotaurs, led by none other than Sygon himself. The minotaurs’ raw strength was undeniable. They rushed into battle with reckless abandon, charging the King Boar head-on. Sygon’s massive battle axe cleaved into the boar’s hide with thunderous force. However, they quickly learned that the real challenge wasn’t just the boar’s toughness but its extraordinary regenerative abilities. No matter how many powerful blows they landed, the boar would bounce back, its flesh mending in seconds. The crowd watched in awe as the minotaurs struggled, eventually taking them seven minutes to bring down the beast.

Then came a more unusual group: two wyverns, a human, a dwarf, and a light elf. Their unique composition made them stand out from the other groups, and they put on a spectacular show of teamwork and magic. The wyverns, flying overhead, rained down breath attacks on the boar, while the dwarf and light elf worked in tandem with their elemental magic. Fancy maneuvers and high-flying tricks entertained the crowd, but despite their promising start, it still took them nearly five minutes—matching the time of the shock troops.

Just as the excitement seemed to hit a peak, the second-to-last group entered the dome. The crowd erupted into wild cheers as Malon, the Agnis twins, Lina and Eriol joined the fray. Known for their impeccable teamwork and impressive abilities, everyone was eager to see what they could do.

The boar charged at them, tusks gleaming, but Lina was quick to strike first. With her affinity for frost magic, she slashed at the King Boar’s legs, each cut leaving an icy trail that slowed the beast’s movements. Find more to read at novelbuddy.com

Once all four of the boar’s legs were coated in frost, Eriol stepped in. With his mastery over gravity, he cast a powerful spell that pinned the King Boar to the ground, making it impossible for the beast to move. This opened the door for Ira and her twin, who unleashed a devastating combination of fire spells. Ira’s flames burned through the boar’s thick fur, while her twin charged in, blades flashing, targeting the creature’s vital points. Malon, using his powerful chakrams, delivered the final blows to the King Boar’s neck and chest. The coordination was flawless, and in less than three minutes, the boar was down.

The crowd was in complete awe. It was the fastest time yet, and the overwhelming display of skill left everyone certain that Malon’s group would claim the victory. Cheers rang out, with people talking excitedly about how no one else could possibly top that performance.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The last group stepped forward, and the entire sanctuary was left in stunned silence. Entering the dome were none other than Canna himself, followed by his trusted lieutenants Vorgrim, Mortem, Flora, and Canna’s newest tamed beast—Tushar, the powerful ice wyvern leader.

The crowd erupted into another round of deafening cheers and applause, but confusion lingered. "Wait! Why is Canna-sama joining?! Isn’t he above the rank limit?" a human warrior asked.

A nearby dwarf, grinning from ear to ear, answered in his typical dwarven fashion, "Are ye daft, lad? The rules were only no one above Saint or Disaster Rank could join! Canna-sama’s just a mid-transcendent, Mortem and Vorgrim are great-transcendents, and Flora’s the only true-transcendent here. They’re well within the limits!"

The human’s face turned red with embarrassment, and a collective facepalm rippled through the crowd. "Right! Canna-sama’s only mid-transcendent! And his new wyvern is seriously cool!" someone else added, laughing along.

The excitement reached a fever pitch as Canna and his team faced off against the King Boar. The beast was released into the dome with a loud thud, its massive tusks gleaming in the light as it let out a deafening roar. The King Boar was no joke—its regeneration had been a challenge for every group that faced it. But this time, it would meet something far more fearsome.

Without missing a beat, the team moved into action. Mortem raised his hand, casting a debilitating curse that weakened the boar, causing its movements to slow and its regeneration to falter. Flora, standing gracefully to the side, summoned thick vines from the ground. The vines wrapped around the King Boar’s legs, holding it in place as it struggled to break free.

Tushar, hovering above, unleashed his icy breath. A chilling frost washed over the boar, encasing its entire body in a solid block of ice, effectively turning the raging beast into a frozen statue.

Then came the final blow. Canna and Vorgrim, standing side by side, shared a knowing glance before charging forward. With synchronized punches, their fists connected with the frozen boar, shattering it into pieces. The fight was over in less than 10 seconds.

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The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, completely floored by the sheer dominance of Canna and his team. There was no question who the victor was—Canna’s group had blown the competition away, both literally and figuratively.

As the laughter subsided and the boar’s shattered remains were cleared, Canna addressed the crowd, a wide grin on his face. "Looks like we’ve got our winner!" he declared. The celebration continued with even more energy than before, and the arena buzzed with excitement.

The night was far from over, and the sanctuary’s gathering was just getting started. Laughter, cheers, and the chant of "Hope! Hope! Hope!" echoed throughout the sanctuary, as the people basked in the joy of community, victory, and the bright future that lay ahead.