Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Zat was a full two and a half blades tall, weighing over six hundred pounds. His muscles were like meticulously crafted sculptures, filled with aesthetic beauty. One look and you could tell he wasn't just for show.

The leading orc, though also two and three blades tall and weighing nearly five hundred pounds, looked underdeveloped compared to Zat.

You must know that, setting aside equipment, gladiatorial combat is a direct contest of strength and physique. So-called techniques only give an advantage when facing opponents of a similar level.

It's like how a Debe person proficient in wrestling techniques can't even beat the underfed, half-grown kids from their own tribe.

Miracles come from great strength, it's not just a saying.

The orc, known for its strength, deeply understood this principle, so it knew it wasn't a match for this large orc of the same race.

After a long silence, it finally spoke.

"You are a true warrior, I won't fight you."

It was simple-minded, not stupid. To fight this large fellow orc, it wouldn't gain the slightest advantage.

It looked at Li Wei: "I'm referring to you."

Li Wei was stunned, never expecting this guy to challenge him to a duel.

Zat's eyes were filled with pity, as if looking at an idiot, and he couldn't help but reach out and pat this fellow orc's shoulder, sighing.

"No, my brother, you are the true warrior!"

Zat's eyes were as if he had seen an extremely rare species, containing a hint of sympathy.

Although the leading orc felt something was wrong, looking at Li Wei's thin body, its eyes remained firm.

"Orc, Muto!"

Muto extended a fist as big as Li Wei's head, and the two bumped fists.

"Li Wei, Debe person."

Seeing that things had long been settled, but now he had to agree to some request, the gladiatorial arena manager was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

Did this Duke not have any self-awareness? This orc's thigh was as thick as his waist, one slap could send him to meet his grandmother, how could he possibly win?

He was born a commoner, struggling for most of his life, and only gained this wealth, richer than some nobles, under the appreciation of Duchess Freenna.

But a commoner is still a commoner. If some noble whose brain was eaten by goblins was accidentally smashed into meat paste by an orc barbarian in his territory, the manager would inevitably bear some responsibility.

Perhaps he wouldn't be sent to the gallows, but half a lifetime of effort might be in vain.

"Your Grace," the manager quietly tugged at Li Wei's sleeve, whispering a reminder: "These orc barbarians can beat an Icefield Tiger to death in a few punches and kicks. Anyway, they've already agreed to leave with you. Your identity is noble, there's no need to risk yourself."

Icefield Tigers are beasts that grow in the ice fields, and they also inherit the characteristics of the ice field races, being large and stronger than brown bears.

But they are still no match for this group of brutes.

The manager thought he was being so tactful that he was practically pointing at this Duke's head and saying, "Your Grace, give it up, you can't possibly be a match for this orc barbarian."

He believed that anyone whose brain hadn't been eaten by goblins would understand what he meant.

"Three punches and two kicks? I can kill one with one punch."

Li Wei had encountered an Icefield Tiger once in the arena, but it was still just for show.

The manager's face was ashen, completely losing the leisurely mood to stroke his mustache, cursing in his heart some hopeless idiot whose brain had been eaten by goblins.

...

Inside the arena.

Li Wei unlocked the buckle, threw his sword into Zat's hands, and twisted his shoulders. The collision between the joints made a crisp sound like popping beans.

He hadn't properly exercised his body for nearly a month.

He might as well use this orc barbarian to satisfy his craving.

Most importantly, he also wanted to show his strength, so that this group of orc barbarians would submit to him both physically and mentally.

The two stepped back at the same time, leaving four or five steps of space, and then suddenly pounced towards each other.

Experts could see... No, even laymen could see that there was no suspense in this competition.

The difference between the two sides was like an egg hitting a stone, the egg would not only break, but even the yolk would scatter.

Muto was determined to use only a fraction of its strength to knock the Debe person in front of it down.

Just as it was about to exert force, its expression changed, feeling something was wrong, and suddenly felt a weakness under its feet, unable to exert strength.

Boom! A dashing backward throw.

The huge collision not only shattered the arena floor, but also stunned the onlookers.

What did they just see?

A giant weighing nearly five hundred pounds was easily picked up by a human and given a solid backward throw?!!

Was this really something that humans could do?

"W-won?!"

The arena manager tore off a strand of his chin beard without even realizing it.

If someone had said before that a human had used wrestling to overturn an orc barbarian, he would have unhesitatingly used his old partner to kick him hard in the butt.

But now...

The manager admitted that he had underestimated this Duke a little earlier.

Whether Li Wei won by relying on superb skills or pure strength, winning was winning.

He had to stop this farce.

Muto on the ground didn't understand what was going on at all. It was inexplicably overturned by a human?

It turned over and stood up from the ground in one fell swoop.

Its face was a little gloomy. As an orc barbarian, it was actually knocked down by a human using wrestling?

Muto was a little unconvinced, thinking that it had been careless just now.

This Debe person happened to be a master of wrestling, and he had mastered the balance between strength and skill, and through clever leverage, gave it a backward throw.

And this was a great humiliation, enough for the tribe's priest to spend a page of paper specifically recording this orc who had disgraced the orc race, it would be infamous for a hundred years.

In any case, Muto had to get this back.

"Again!" It looked ferocious, its mouth full of fangs spewing out hot air.

"Damn it, the Duke let you off, and you orcs still won't admit defeat?!"

The little mustache roared anxiously.

He didn't care whether Li Wei won by relying on advanced skills or pure strength, but winning was winning.

He had to stop this farce.

"Then let's do it again."

Li Wei waved his hand, he hadn't even warmed up yet.

Muto decided not to be careless this time. This Debe person was proficient in wrestling, so it would drag the duel between the two sides into the purest strength competition.

The two resisted their arms, Muto sank its center of gravity, exerted all its strength, the muscles on its body bulged with earthworm-like veins, and its exceptionally strong body burst out with a huge force enough to tear apart ferocious beasts, but it was horrified to find that its legs were slowly leaving the ground, and its opponent was lifting it up little by little.

The next second.

Boom! Another perfect throw!

Lying on the cold ground again, Muto finally understood a fact, its loss had nothing to do with skills, carelessness, these things, it was completely that its most proud strength was completely suppressed.

An orc known for its bravery losing to a human in strength sounded incredible, but that was the fact.

Orcs worship the strong, this human was braver than it, and was qualified to become the leader followed by everyone!

It was completely convinced.