If the orc guards were like rampaging rhinoceroses, then Blackhand's attack was like a speeding heavy tank.
His violent and unstoppable aura had shaken the four digits of human warriors on the scene.
The great chief Blackhand, who was nearly three and a half meters tall, was a giant among both humans and orcs.
Some people might think that a giant like Blackhand would be slow in his movements. In fact, any enemy or challenger who had this thought would have their heads crushed by Blackhand.
High strength meant slow speed, and high speed meant low strength. This formula didn't apply to Blackhand.
Not only was Blackhand fast and strong, but he also had an advantage that no one else had — his weapons were his hands.
People often said that a person wielding a sword was like an extension of his arm, and that was a very high level of mastery. However, no matter how agile a weapon was, it was impossible for it to be more agile than one's own hands.
Blackhand had an advantage.
Back then, when he helped Orgrim pull [Doomhammer] out of the lava, he almost lost both his arms. Not many people could withstand the blazing heat, and there was a shocking amount of fire elements. If it was an ordinary person's arm, it would have been charred into charcoal and broken in the lava.
However, Blackhand's willpower, strength, muscles, and natural resistance to fire were all extremely powerful, and he managed to withstand the inferno at the mouth of the volcano. A large amount of fire elements attached to his arms and palms, which not only destroyed more than half of Blackhand's hand nerves, but also completely turned his skin and muscles below his arms into rock.
That pair of heavy and shiny black hands had a strange luster that was between stone and metal. Although every joint below his arms could move flexibly, it was obviously beyond the realm of a living creature.
If someone was stupid enough to chop off Blackhand's arms, the last thing that would fall off would be his head.
Of course, Noxus wouldn't fall for it. Duque had repeatedly reminded him that if Noxus fell for it, then he wouldn't be Noxus, but an idiot.
Noxus also dashed toward Blackhand with small steps.
In the next second, a strong gust of wind rose from the ground.
Before Black Hand made his move, no one would have thought that this Great Tribal Chief's left arm's casual grab, such a simple sweep, would possess such terrifying might.
It was an earth-shattering feeling that should only appear when the entire building collapsed. Just that gust of wind alone was enough to crush every inch of muscles on a person's face, teeth, and other bones. He couldn't even open his eyes, let alone see what was in front of him.
For a moment, Duque had the illusion that Lothar had been killed without any suspense.
It was too scary.
That was a power and speed that the poor human imagination could not comprehend.
That feeling was as if the other party had picked up a church door and slammed it down horizontally, turning you into minced meat. The last sentence that remained in your mind was' Impossible! '
Fortunately, Duque's rationality dispelled his hallucinations. If he had really made a move just now, he would have disrupted this incomparably sacred duel in the eyes of the beastmen. That would truly be a disaster.
Lothar dodged and pounced like a ferocious tiger, then rolled forward on the ground to the right, avoiding the Great Chieftain's ferocious left hand sweep. Not only that, but Noxus also used the blade of the King's Sword to pull Black Hand's thigh that was as thick as a bull's thigh.
Blood splattered.
A long bloodstain appeared on the Great Chieftain's left thigh.
Black Hand's leg armor did not play any role at all, as if the precious leather armor was just a thin piece of paper that could be torn to shreds.
But this was not the end. Black Hand actually swung his right fist, turned around like a whirlwind, and suddenly punched down from the top right to the bottom left.
There was a loud sound that was close to a sonic boom in the pitch-black sky.
The fist that came crashing down was not like a giant stone object at all, but more like a blazing ball of lava.
The release of fire elements that was equivalent to a mage throwing a fireball?
How was this possible!?
Obviously, within a certain range, Black Hand had the power to control the fire elements. His Domination level was quite high, even higher than the Sky Mage Duque.
Duque's heart froze in an instant! If it wasn't Kilrogg Deadeye, Orgrim, and Samuro who surrounded him when he went to set the fire a while ago, but Black Hand … If he was tricked by him, perhaps he would really have to run for his life.
The temperature was comparable to that of lava.
The power to kill with a single touch.
Either of these two points would result in death.
Every human warrior forgot to breathe as they stared at Lothar's incomparably small figure in front of Black Hand.
However, Lothar still managed to dodge it. It was a strange movement that was a little like a spring bouncing back. He slammed the shield on the ground with his left hand, and used the recoil force of his arm to bounce off the ground. Lothar's entire body actually rose into the air, and he barely dodged the fist's edge like he was juggling.
With a loud tearing sound, the armor under Lothar's left rib was grazed, and the entire piece of armor that was at least five millimeters thick was torn off. It was even easier than tearing bread with his hands.
A one-meter-wide pit of flames suddenly appeared on the ground.
"Sss …" Laing stood up in shock. Every human warrior broke out in a cold sweat for Lothar.
Only Lothar stood up and curled his lips nonchalantly, as if the guy who almost died just now was not him.
"Haha! I'm liking your head more and more! Andoine! " Black Hand laughed maniacally while ignoring the wound on his thigh, and continued to attack Lothar fiercely.
Duque translated.
"Me too," Lothar said while dodging in a flustered manner. He was clearly a warrior, but it was as if he had activated the Bandit's special skill, Evasion. He had a 100% dodge rate!
Duque translated again.
"Okay … Okay … Let's fight each other!" The speed of Black Hand's hand that had turned into rock suddenly increased greatly again.
It was almost as fast as the Sword Sage's Blade Storm.
However, Black Hand still couldn't deal any effective damage.
It was impossible for Lothar to dodge every attack. However, as he took quick and accurate steps, he danced the Epic-ranked shield on his left arm. His agile footwork, ingenious angle deflection, accurate unloading, and perfect use of various Warrior skills allowed Lothar to be on par with Black Hand.
No, that's not right!
Because Black Hand's attacks were more extensive, Lothar's ghostly attacks left more than 10 wounds of varying depths on Black Hand. Following Black Hand's intense movements, every wound on his body was bleeding.
Yes! He's bleeding!
For a while, Black Hand could rely on his tyrannical body to hold on, but as time passed, the scales of victory would definitely tip in Lothar's favor. That was provided that Lothar didn't get hit by a heavy blow.
That was the difference in size.
Black Hand, who had stronger vitality, had many opportunities to make mistakes, but once Lothar made a mistake, he would be killed instantly.
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