Soul Warrior

Having executed his revenge with brutal efficiency, Kazimir turned his gaze toward Seba with a sense of gratitude. Prepared to leave the arena, he suddenly found himself halted by the unexpected trajectory of two one-handed axes hurtling in his direction.

Reacting with instinctive agility, he executed a swift turn and caught the axes mid-flight, his eyes narrowing in anger at the sudden ambush.

Fuming at the surprise attack, he shot Seba an angry look. However, to his shock, the orc leader merely smiled and shouted, "That's for you!".

Securing the axes to his belt, Kazimir prepared to leave the arena, but this time he halted himself. His gaze returned to Seba, who displayed a subtle satisfaction at Kazimir's quick grasp of the arena's ruthless dynamics.

Seba stepped forward, addressing the crowd, "The challenge will continue! Bring forth another batch of gladiators!" As the final words left Seba's lips, horns resounded throughout the arena, and the gate opposite Kazimir slowly creaked open.

Emerging from the door, a group of humans wielding swords and shields entered the arena. On their shields were emblems adorned with dark roses, signaling their allegiance to Kazimir's hometown knight order. Fate, in its cruel twist, seemed to pit Kazimir against those who should have been his comrades in arms. 

As the realization of the situation settled in, Kazimir gripped his newly acquired axes tightly. With a primal roar, he faced his opponents and declared, "Death or victory!"

The knights, however, remained unfazed by his defiant cry. Their leader, a seasoned warrior, spoke in a relaxed tone, "Men! Take formation! It's an easy win this time. Do not leave any openings." The disciplined knights swiftly arranged themselves, shields interlocking, presenting a united front against their lone adversary.

With a thunderous charge, Kazimir closed the gap between himself and the knights, unleashing a relentless flurry of attacks aimed at their leader. The clash of weapons echoed through the arena as Kazimir sought to break through their disciplined formation.

As the other knights closed in, nearly encircling him, Kazimir muttered with a smirk, "Ghostly Step." In an instant, his figure blurred, and with nimble precision, he evaded the encirclement. The knights, now astonished and panicked, struggled to comprehend the sudden disappearance of their foe.

"A soul warrior!" one of the knights exclaimed, recognizing the elusive combat technique. Before the realization could fully set in, Kazimir seized the opportunity, swiftly striking one of the knights in the back of his neck. The knight crumpled to the ground, eliminated from the fray in a blink of an eye.

Seba, witnessing Kazimir's prowess as a soul warrior, couldn't contain his excitement. The rarity of such individuals among humans made Kazimir a true gem in the eyes of the orc leader. The emergence of soul warriors became possible only after the orcs arrived through the inter-world portal, ushering a significant influx of mana into this realm.

"Murder them!" Seba roared with fervent eyes, his enthusiasm matching the intense combat within the arena.