Chapter 2361: Chapter 1053: Blood Claw’s Transformation (2)

When physical strength is exhausted, it is the moment for magic force to take effect.

The flame originally suppressed to the extreme on the greatsword suddenly exploded completely, emitting a sizzling sound of burning, and the air was instantly filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

The soldiers on both sides, who had been on the road overnight, were already starving; smelling this aroma made them feel even hungrier.

Blood Claw, having struck successfully, showed no signs of joy; on the contrary, a chill ran down his spine, and instinctively, he raised his left hand in front of him.

The strike was simply too easy.

It’s hard not to suspect that this is a trap, a specific tactic of the enemy.

Blood Claw’s suspicion was correct; the head of the Half-Ogre had already turned halfway, producing a sinister grin towards him, and one could almost clearly smell the foul stench from its gaping mouth, "You’ve been caught!"

The opponent seemed to feel no pain from the wound on his back, and his poised left hand came striking down heavily.

This hand resembled those of Trolls, with long, black nails, naturally curved, like five razor-sharp daggers, shimmering with a rich metallic luster, emitting a pungent stench from afar, making one highly suspect that it was poisoned.

It collided squarely with the raised left arm of Blood Claw, making a sound very similar to that of a Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword chopping.

It easily ripped through Blood Claw’s armor, skin, and muscle, cutting straight to the bone.

Blood Claw only felt a tingling numbness from the impacted area, and half of his arm instantly lost feeling.

The Half-Ogre indeed had poison on its nails, and it turned out to be a potent paralysis toxin.

With a silent exclamation of bad luck in his heart, Blood Claw instinctively wanted to retreat but found that the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword remained immobile.

The muscles at the point of contact clamped tightly around it from all sides, forming a horrifying bulge, like a large hand gripping firmly, preventing its withdrawal, and on the grotesque face of the Half-Ogre, there was a look of smugness and mockery, "It’s mine now."

This occurrence of using its own body as a weapon to restrain the opponent is rare indeed, though not unprecedented.

It certainly exceeded Blood Claw’s expectations, catching him off guard.

However, Blood Claw was no ordinary person; with rich combat experience, seeing the paralysis in his left hand, and unable to withdraw the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword with just his right hand, he decisively charged forward, opting to push rather than pull.

Utilizing his colossal body and terrifying weight, he forcibly plunged more than half of the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword into the back of the Half-Ogre.

This made it even harder for Blood Claw to withdraw it from the opponent’s body, but the opponent also found it impossible to extract it to use against Blood Claw with his own strength, especially in pain, from such an awkward position.

He merely had high pain tolerance, not that he felt no pain, as evident from his furious grimace.

Orcs like him usually possess the ability of pain-induced berserk, converting pain into a form of strength, but their body’s instinctual reaction sometimes does not correspond.

The more painful it is, the tighter the muscles sometimes clamp. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Meanwhile, Blood Claw infused his intent into a Magic Ring, enveloped in the pure white glow of Positive Energy, which covered his entire body before concentrating on his left arm, where wisps of black mist drifted out, emitting a faint stench similar to that of the Half-Ogre’s claws.

Neutralizing the poison, Fourth Ring Magic.

One of the essential techniques for Advanced Close Combat Professions.

It’s not only spellcasters who arm themselves with magical methods; as long as finances allow, Advanced Close Combat Practitioners will cover all bases, preventing fatal blind spots to avoid being controlled to death on the battlefield.

With sensation slightly returning to the left arm, Blood Claw seized the opportunity to launch a barrage of attacks upon the Half-Ogre, focusing on its right side, especially the right arm.

The Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword embedded in the Half-Ogre’s back did not cause lethal damage but obviously started affecting its movement.

Whenever it tried to attack with its right arm, the intense pain led to involuntary distortion, preventing effective attacks or blocks.

One hand cannot compete with two fists.

Once Blood Claw’s left-hand toxins dissipated, with no more limitations on his attacks, flaws immediately began to appear in the defense of the Half-Ogre, whose right arm remained restricted, occasionally allowing a punch to land directly on its body.

The Half-Ogre, while organizing a defense, loudly taunted: "Keep trying; your attacks are weaker than orcish dames. Didn’t you have breakfast? Haha... I forgot; indeed, you didn’t have breakfast..."

Regarding the Fine Gold Enemy-breaking Sword on his back, King Wuerkrna truly had no good solution for a while; it was an unyielding physical restraint.

While he had some degree of muscle control over his body, it wasn’t to the extent of forcefully squeezing a longsword from his body.

Blood Claw’s attacks were completely unaffected by the Half-Ogre’s taunts, continuing the highly rhythmic assault on its right side, even if his strikes were somewhat akin to a gentle massage in effect.

The Half-Ogre seemed to embody the advantages of both the Orc and Troll, possessing incredibly thick skin and tough muscles, making strikes on its body akin to pounding a drum, generating a tremendous boom yet showing little sign of damage, with strength diffused by his thick skin and solid muscles.