The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse - Chapter 1409: Rask Vorn - the Iron Breaker

Chapter 1409: Rask Vorn – the Iron Breaker

The screen turned on, and the first 64 battle lineup was displayed.

Since 128 criminals are participating, there will be 64 battles, with two battles happening simultaneously because the arena is large enough for two.

This time, it would not be a one-day thing. Two battles happening at the same time, even if they stretch for hours, is fine.

They might spend a couple of days this time around, since it won’t be a simple battle.

When the pairing was made, many checked to see who Blood Sword would be facing. When his name was seen in 6th place and who he was paired against, many sucked in a deep breath.

“Is this bad luck, or is this just the heavens’ way of telling us Blood Sword should just give up? How in hell is he going to even survive a single attack from that brute?”

Many started to wonder, some even calling out the organizers for being shameless in pairing Blood Sword against someone who had shown what brutal fighting looks like several months back.

Rask Vorn, or as he likes to be called, the Iron Breaker, won the 41st Blood Tournament through sheer brutality. He had crushed every opponent he faced with ease.

That display had been imprinted on everyone’s mind, so seeing that he would be facing Blood Sword, they all started to lose hope in their dear wild card.

“There is no need to question anything. This is a tournament, and since the pairing is done automatically, everyone can have just about any opponent, and that would be that.”

The Needle Mistress said, hoping to calm the outrage. However, all who seemed to have become die-hard Blood Sword fans kept cursing the organizers. Seeing they wouldn’t shut up, she decided to start with the first battle.

Meanwhile, inside a room reserved for one person, Klaus sat, a large screen displaying Rask Vorn’s details active before him. He had already tasked Icon with finding more about his opponent.

From what she had gathered, Rask is a member of a race of humans called Ironblood Humans. He is a natural-born metal user and a Low-Level True Immortal with three Immortal Rings.

He also found out the kind of monster he is.

According to videos recorded during his Blood Tournament, all the opponents he faced died with their heads smashed in.

His classic kill move was slamming both hammers together, using the head as the target. He can also turn his skin as hard as metal, making it nearly impossible for any attack to get past his defense.

“Looks like I will be facing a difficult brute this time around.” A smile appeared on his face.

This brute reminds him of a demigod he once battled during his 4th incarnation. The battle, from start to finish, was him looking for a part of his skin to attack and injure.

Just like Rask, that brute also had metal affinity, so the battle this time will be a repeat of that. If his metal affinity is high enough, then it will be a difficult challenge.

Klaus relaxed his mind and waited. Although he never managed to get past that brute’s defense, he managed to break a few bones before the battle ended. This time, he would succeed or die trying.

The first two battles started, and right from the start, they became chaotic.

The first battle was between the winners of the 47th and 30th Blood Tournaments, while the second was between the 51st and 25th winners.

They all were once winners, but this time around, two out of the four would be walking away alive.

Crimson Reaver won the 47th Blood Tournament not from luck but from battle experience and sheer evil. He wields chain blades that extend dozens of meters.

From the start of his battle with the 30th champion, all the attacks he landed were meant to both torture and kill. He knew where to strike and when to strike it.

In the end, he killed his opponent within 30 minutes, bringing the first battle to an end. At the same time, the second battle ended with the Queen of Silence winning.

Just as her title suggests, she doesn’t speak. However, if her deeds were to be made public, everyone would love to see her tortured to death.

She had done all kinds of disgusting things over the years, which, if nobody told you, believing she had the guts to do such things would be unbelievable.

However, after she gutted her opponent in every painful way possible, every last person watching started to fear her once again.

As they say, it is always the silent ones you should fear.

Once her battle ended, the next set was called.

Klaus’ name came sixth, so he was next.

“Next, we have the battle I know most of you have been waiting for,” the Needle Mistress said, and everywhere went wild. Cheers filled the arena and even spilled over.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the 128th winner of the Blood Tournament, Blood Sword.”

The door to the room where Klaus was resting opened, and he walked out, his hands behind his back, a small smile at the corner of his lips as he headed toward the stage.

He had already heard from Icon what all 127 criminals in this tournament were capable of, so he would show no mercy.

They are some of the most dangerous and evil beings alive, so he wants them dead, and he will most certainly send them all on their way.

The smile on his face wasn’t from the cheers he was receiving; it was merely his way of feeling happy about the massacre he was about to commit.

After he entered, his opponent was called.

“Now let’s welcome Rask Vorn, the Iron Breaker, who happens to be the winner of the 41st Blood Tournament, to the stage.”

Another door opened, and a two-and-a-half-meter muscular man, dragging two large hammers behind him, walked onto the stage.

His gaze was locked on Klaus the entire time. He seemed to have already concluded that Klaus was as good as dead, judging by the look in his eyes.

When he was finally inside the arena, he raised one hammer and rested it on his shoulder, while the other pointed at Klaus.

“Just because you have become an Immortal doesn’t mean you you have what it takes to face me as an opponent,” he paused and rested the other hammer on his shoulder.

“Better surrender and let me smash your head in before wasting both my time and yours.”

Klaus stood there with the same smile for a few seconds before a chuckle escaped his mouth. He extended his hand, and the Flame Eater Bow appeared.

“You know, they always say brutes have tiny brains, but I never believed them. I have friends who are brutes but possess great intelligence.

So I guess the saying is flawed in some way. Instead of saying all brutes have small brains, they should have said Rask Vorn, the self-acclaimed two-and-a-half-meter-tall brute, has little to no brain.”

The veins on Rask’s forehead hardened as his expression turned ugly. His anger burst open, and luckily for him, at that exact moment, the go-ahead to begin their battle was announced.

He leaped into the air in an instant, activating a technique.

“Titan Hammerfall.”