I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 236: Special guest attendant

A menu materialised before Zafron's eyes:[Heart rate increased]

[Qi output dangerously high]

[Berserker mode activated ]

Zafron's vision began to swim but through it all, his eyes continued

He charged at the Butcher, his fist encased in a protrusion of hardened red slime.

The Butcher blocked the blow, the impact sending shockwaves through both combatants. Without missing a beat, the larger man countered with a downward strike that would have split a lesser opponent in two.

Zafron's slime armor expanded, forming a shield that caught the blow. The force of the impact drove Zafron to one knee, the ground beneath him cracking under the pressure.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Zafron surged upward, driving his fist into the Butcher's midsection with every ounce of strength he could muster.

The blow lifted the Butcher off his feet, sending him flying across the arena. He crashed into the wall with such force that the entire structure shook, raining debris down on the stunned spectators.

"That's more like it!" Sakura shouted from the sidelines, her earlier shock replaced by fierce pride.

Draco, his face purple with rage, screamed at the Butcher. "Stop playing around! Finish him off already! It's been almost ten minutes!"

The Butcher pulled himself from the wreckage of the wall, his eyes blazing with fury. "If you think this is a game, why don't you come down here and try it yourself?" he roared back. "Something's wrong with your precious crystal. It's not working!"

Zafron, catching his breath in the momentary lull, found himself wondering what the Butcher was made of.

The punch he'd just delivered should have been enough to fell a charging rhino, yet his opponent was still standing, seemingly more angry than hurt.

[Perhaps he's actually a very life-like punching bag?] Calista suggested.

Before Zafron could formulate a response, the Butcher ripped the gauntlet from his hand and hurled it at Draco. "Take your useless trinket!" he snarled. "I'll finish this with my bare hands!"

Just as the Butcher took a menacing step towards Zafron, the match official's voice rang out across the arena. "Ten minutes have elapsed! The match now enters free-for-all status!"

A ripple of excitement passed through the crowd. This was what many had been waiting for - the chance to see multiple combatants face off in a no-holds-barred brawl.

Sakura vaulted over the barrier, landing gracefully beside Zafron. "Not bad, rookie," she said with a grin. "Didn't think you'd last this long. Ready for round two?"

As Zafron and Sakura prepared to face the Butcher together, somewhere at the top side of the fighting pit, several well-dressed men sat there, their expressions were a mixture of boredom and mild interest. One could say they they were a little bourgeois.

One man, his bearing regal despite his relaxed posture, raised a hand. Immediately, a figure materialized at his side, bowing low.

"Who is this new fighter?" the man asked, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

"He goes by the name Zafron, Lord Raxus," the attendant replied, his tone respectful.

Raxus leaned back, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 'Interesting. A newcomer who managed to survive the initial ten minutes against the Butcher. Most impressive.'

His eyes narrowed as he watched Zafron and Sakura square off against their massive opponent. 'Let's see how he fares in the free-for-all. This could be... entertaining.'