The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 242 - 09: Brotherhood (3)_2

"The size difference is just too great. Relying purely on strength to win is obviously not realistic," Jones muttered to himself.

"Don’t worry, she’ll definitely win. How she’ll win, I don’t know, but she definitely will," Adelle shrugged beside him.

Sure enough, just as the werewolf was about to be pushed into a corner, she suddenly dodged and rolled to the side. The beast crashed solidly into the cage.

The sound of the impact echoed throughout the arena. The cage remained intact, but from the sound alone, one could tell how powerful the impact was.

Conne was momentarily stunned, then he began to chuckle, his laughter slightly wooden.

The fight continued.

The beast seemed dazed by the collision, shaking its head violently. The werewolf had already climbed onto its back at a rapid speed, raising one hand high. Under the firelight, Jones could clearly see the claws on her five fingers gleaming coldly.

With another low growl, the werewolf struck at the beast’s dry, cracked spine.

Jones couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

As a wave of excruciating pain hit, the beast went even more berserk, rampaging around the cage like a wild horse. The werewolf clung firmly to its back.

The spot where the werewolf struck peeled off a layer of skin, but unfortunately, the beast’s hide was so thick no blood could be seen. The two sides were stuck in a stalemate. The entire arena was filled with the beast’s furious roars.

Adelle laughed.

Jones looked over at him.

Seeing Jones looking at him, Adelle was momentarily taken aback and asked softly, "You don’t watch the arena often, do you?"

"This is my first time," Jones replied.

"Oh, I see. I don’t mind explaining it to you," Adelle said enthusiastically, "I’ve seen werewolves fight a few times. The move she just used, climbing onto the beast’s back and aiming for its spine, is a standard werewolf tactic. When dealing with massive beasts, they usually do this. One successful strike and her opponent is pretty much done for. So, for her first opponent, I chose a beast with especially thick skin. You understand, if it ended too quickly, it wouldn’t be any fun."

Turning his face away, Jones continued to watch the arena.

A beast with thick skin and tough flesh meant the werewolf couldn’t easily win. The werewolf’s great strength and limited space severely restricted her abilities. Thus, this "match" became extremely bloody, so much so that even Dora, standing beside Jones, didn’t dare to keep watching.

The werewolf dodged back and forth, enticing the beast to attack, then seizing the opportunity to strike back. Strike after strike landed on the beast, as if she intended to scrape off an entire layer of skin. Coincidentally, this beast had particularly tenacious vitality. Not only did bleeding not make it submit, but it made it even more violent.

The fight dragged on for over an hour. By the end, the entire arena was covered in blood and guts. The werewolf had practically burrowed into the beast’s flesh, continuously digging. Finally, she dug out the entire heart, raising it high, and the battle came to an end.

Every strand of her fur was dripping with the beast’s blood, and of course, her own. She was injured too, and not lightly.

*Jones had seen many battlefields, but such a bloody scene was comparable only to when Gray summoned bones from flesh. Dora’s face looked grim, while the Brotherhood members seemed accustomed to it, clapping symbolically.*

In the sparsely scattered applause, the cage was lifted by chains, and a group of zombie soldiers swarmed in, dragging away the beast’s corpse and remnants. Of course, the blood couldn’t be cleaned up immediately. fгeewebnovёl.com

The werewolf panted heavily. She looked at Adelle, then at Conne, and raised a finger.

Conne nodded to her.

"What does that mean?" Jones asked.

"I don’t know," Adelle said, looking at Conne. He then asked loudly, "Hey, what does one finger mean?"

Conne chuckled and answered, "It means she defeated her first opponent."

"Really? It’s the first time I’ve met a slave who counts the number of opponents they’ve defeated."

"Well... she’s a bit special. I just told her that if she defeats three enemies, I’ll set her free."

"Did I ever agree to setting her free?"

"I lied to her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t cooperate. Just now, once the cage was lifted, she might have just run off. We’d have a lot more trouble."

"I see," Adelle sighed.

Several Brotherhood members laughed. Even the two women covered their mouths while laughing.

*For some reason, amidst the laughter, Jones suddenly spoke, "Is this right?"*

Suddenly, everyone froze and looked at Jones.

"I mean, deceiving her and breaking the promise, is this right?"

"She’s just a werewolf," Adelle said.

Jones replied casually, "A few months ago, humans said my adoptive father was just a Lich and I was just a member of the Blood Clan."

As he spoke, he quietly looked at Adelle.

The atmosphere became a bit tense. Everyone silently watched Jones.

Adelle turned his face toward the center of the arena, his gaze flickering. After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Alright, the main character today is Jones, so let’s listen to Jones. If she can really win three matches, we’ll keep our promise."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers. A Blood Clan butler standing nearby quickly approached, "Young Master."

"You heard everything?"

"Yes."

"Three matches, the first one just finished. Make sure she doesn’t get a chance to demand Conne fulfill the promise."

"Understood, Young Master." The Blood Clan butler turned and left.

"You all heard that? Just three matches. I don’t want her to have a chance to demand we fulfill the promise. Now the suspense is high." Adelle looked around and laughed, "Today, I’m the bookmaker. You can bet as you wish. The odds are 1:1!"

Immediately, the Brotherhood members laughed again.

Jones watched Adelle, who was smiling from ear to ear, breathing deeply but not showing it.

Next to him, Dora cautiously tugged at his sleeve and shook her head slightly.

Jones silently gave her a glance, then continued to look at the center of the arena, expressionless, his heart churning.

*If Gray were here, he probably would have already gone berserk. No, Gray wouldn’t even be here; he wouldn’t accept such an invitation.*

*Ironically, Jones was able to sit here precisely because of Gray.*

*Jones blinked blankly, tightening his small fists repeatedly.*

The second match’s opponent entered soon, it was an Ogre.

Its massive frame, standing at least five meters tall, with green skin and hulking muscles. Of course, it also had huge tusks. When standing upright, it couldn’t even pass through the side iron doors below.

It entered lying down, placed on a cart, bound with iron chains. Beside it was a wooden Wolf Fang Club designed to fit its size.

Soon, the cart was pushed under the cage. The screeching sound rang out again as the cage was lowered, enclosing both the werewolf and the ogre inside.

"Did everyone see her power? This is her second opponent! An Ogre!" Adelle stood up and announced loudly, "You can start placing your bets now. I should clarify, although I said there would be three matches, there might not be three. Maybe just two. Actually, I originally planned for her to fight five matches, so this is her second to last opponent. So, consider carefully before placing your bets."

The Brotherhood members quietly discussed among themselves, as pieces of paper with their bet amounts were handed to Adelle.

Jones glanced at the papers; the bets were all at least five thousand Gold Coins or more.

Looking at the papers, Adelle smiled and said, "Are your bets that small? Just the werewolf alone is worth thirty thousand Gold Coins. Even if I win all your bets, it wouldn’t cover the loss."

A black-haired Blood Clan girl named Belle Rizzo laughed and said, "Isn’t there still Jones? He hasn’t placed his bet yet."

"Yes, still Jones," Adelle smiled, looking at Jones, "So, what do you bet on? Who do you think will win, and how much? Whatever you lose today, I’ll cover. If you win, it’s all yours."

Jones hesitated a bit and then said softly, "I bet on the Ogre winning, ten million Gold Coins."

Adelle’s expression visibly hardened.

The other Blood Clansmen were also stunned.

Ten million Gold Coins—what sort of concept was that? It was a concept that Adelle certainly could not afford.

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