The atmosphere in the arena gradually returned to a lively clamor as the first battle concluded.
The audience was full of anticipation for the upcoming duel between Inquisitor Greifax and the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari Nightmare Berserker, especially the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari spectators, who cheered wildly for the Nightmare Berserker, their shouts deafening.
In the VIP stands, Li Feng sat in the center, casually enjoying the special drinks of the competition with his legs crossed.
Magnus, in the wheelchair beside him, was still engrossed in his book about the "Black Library," as if the competition had nothing to do with him.
Celestine stood behind Li Feng, her expression still calm after a recent "resurrection," her holy light still dazzling, but her eyes seemed to hold a hint of confusion, constantly observing Li Feng, as if trying to understand his unfathomable logic.
And now, the battle in the center of the arena was about to begin.
The arena was refurbished, and the next match was about to start, with the atmosphere in the stands even more fervent than before.
The protagonists of the battle were clear: Inquisitor Greifax, against the mountain-like Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warrior, the Nightmare Berserker.
As the Nightmare Berserker stepped into the arena, each step seemed to leave a deep imprint on the ground.
He stood nearly ten meters tall, covered in black-purple twisted armour that radiated an eerie glow.
The giant two-handed warblade in his hand was as wide as a city wall, covered with bizarre runes; this weapon was not only suffocatingly heavy but also flickered with a dark red light that devoured souls.
Each swing cut through the air with a humming sonic boom.
Grefax slowly walked into the arena.
She did not, as the audience imagined, have countless skeletal constructs and strange runes; she was simply clad in her armour, alone, with a gun and a sword.
She wore typical Inquisitor power armour, her slender yet powerful figure appearing exceptionally tall, holding an exquisite double-barreled bolter pistol in her hand, and a power sword hanging at her waist.
When she took her stance, the arena immediately erupted in boos and noise.
Compared to the terrifyingly large Nightmare Berserker, Grefax undoubtedly appeared "tiny," and some even doubted if this was a fair duel.
"Can she really beat that thing?" a Drukhari / Dark Aeldari spectator sneered, "I bet she won't last three seconds."
"Too naive," another Eldar spectator chimed in, "these humans just rely on faith and slogans; they're just cannon fodder in a real fight."
But Li Feng, in the VIP stands, merely shook his head slightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.
He wasn't worried about Grefax; this "closeted" Inquisitor was definitely the type to hide her true strength.
The atmosphere in the arena gradually heated up, the cheers of the audience rising in waves.
Every step of the Nightmare Berserker seemed to declare his invincibility; he stood in the center of the field like a moving statue of war.
He raised his giant two-handed warblade, slowly holding it horizontally in front of him; his movements, though slow, were full of oppressive force.
The air around him was filled with an eerie psychic fluctuation, causing even the audience near the arena barrier to involuntarily retreat a little.
In stark contrast, Inquisitor Greifax appeared calm and composed.
She stood at the other end of the arena, her gaze as cold as a knife, completely unmoved by the opponent's intimidation.
She slowly raised her twin bolter pistols, gently flicking a few switches on the gun body, seemingly adjusting a special firing mode.
With the referee's command, the Nightmare Berserker let out an earth-shattering roar, and his massive two-handed warblade, with a terrifying whooshing sound, slashed towards Grefax with incredible speed.
As the giant blade descended, the entire arena seemed to tremble, and a deep crack extended from where Grefax had stood, raising a cloud of dust.
However, when the dust settled, Grefax's figure was no longer in her original position.
She dodged the attack with an eerie speed, her figure as nimble as a warrior not wearing power armour.
The next moment, she raised her twin bolter pistols and continuously pulled the triggers, aiming at the Nightmare Berserker's head.
Two bolter rounds, trailing high-energy exhaust, shot directly at the target, each aiming for the gaps in the opponent's armour, and Grefax single-handedly suppressed the powerful recoil of such continuous firing.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."
After two explosive sounds, a shower of sparks erupted from the surface of the Nightmare Berserker's helmet, but his armour had clearly been specially reinforced, leaving only some scorch marks.
The Nightmare Berserker let out an angry growl, suddenly lunging forward, his warblade sweeping out horizontally, aiming directly at Grefax's waist, attempting to cut her in half with one blow.
Grefax did not completely dodge this time; she calmly activated the anti-gravity thrusters at her waist the moment the warblade approached, leaping into the air, while simultaneously gripping her power sword, and with a piercing hum, she slashed directly at the Nightmare Berserker's shoulder.
The power sword's energy field instantly cut into the opponent's armour joint, sparking a dazzling shower of sparks and black-purple psychic ripples.
However, the Nightmare Berserker's armour was simply too thick; it only carved a small gash in his shoulder guard before he was shaken off.
"Is that all you've got?!" the Nightmare Berserker roared, then swung his other massive arm, punching towards Grefax.
The punch carried destructive power, seemingly twisting even the air itself.
Just when everyone thought Grefax would be unable to dodge, she calmly took a slow step backward.
And the fist that should have struck Grefax, along with the arm attached to it, had already fallen to the ground.
Grefax seized the opportunity to throw another thermite grenade from her waist towards the Nightmare Berserker's chest.
The grenade precisely embedded itself in the previously blasted open crack.
"Time to open your heart," Grefax said coldly, then once again distanced herself.
The thermite grenade exploded instantly, the deafening blast sweeping across the entire arena.
The Nightmare Berserker let out a scream, his chest plate completely shattered, revealing the huge, beating Eldar heart within.
The Nightmare Berserker clearly realized his disadvantage; he let out an angry roar, attempting a final blow to turn the tide.
However, Grefax had already locked in her victory.
She raised her twin bolter pistols, aiming the muzzles at the Nightmare Berserker's exposed Core, her voice as cold as ice: "It's over, xeno."
"Bang! Bang!"
Two precise bolter rounds simultaneously blew up the heart, and the Nightmare Berserker's massive body immediately became limp, kneeling on the ground, turning into a pile of burning fragments, and finally crashing down.
The entire arena was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in thunderous cheers.
Although many spectators were angry at the Nightmare Berserker's defeat, even more were impressed by the calmness and strength Grefax displayed.
Li Feng clapped elegantly, saying with a hint of playfulness, "I can only say, as expected of a collectible from the Figure King, he really has good taste."
But next door, Victor's face was turning green with anger; two of his top generals had been successively taken down.
In front of so many people, where would he put his face? Why?
If Celestine was a Great Daemon of the Warp, it was understandable that the succubus couldn't win, but why couldn't this ordinary "closeted" female Inquisitor defeat the Nightmare Berserker either?!
Why did Victor know Grefax was "closeted"? Come on, Victor was an old Commorragh native too.
If Li Feng knew Victor's inner thoughts, he would instead counsel Victor that it was very normal not to win.
None of the combatants on Li Feng's side were minor characters.
Celestine was a Daemon Prince of the Warp, Grefax was a God-Chosen of the Emperor, the soon-to-appear Yvraine was a God-Chosen of the God of Death, and the handsome older man Asuryan was a genuine ancient monster of ten thousand years... And Li Feng himself... "Not winning, it's really not shameful."
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