Raging Orc Blood: God-Level Fusion - Chapter 4

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Upon hearing this, the crowd below the stage automatically parted to make way.

A thin figure slowly walked out from the tall orc commoners.

The commoners all weighed about 150 to 200 kilograms and were over two meters tall.

However, this thin and weak “orc” only weighed 100 kilograms and was 1.9 meters tall.

Among the orcs, he was an out-and-out dwarf.

However, it was this weakest orc who said these extremely arrogant words!

“Mitchell, this is not a place that you should come to. Get back right now!”

After seeing the face of the newcomer, Xeno’s originally happy expression became extremely sullen.

It was actually his most useless third son!

He’d never wanted Mitchell to appear together with him in front of anyone.

As he felt that Mitchell was a stain on his life!

To him, giving birth to such a useless son was an extremely shameful thing.

He felt ashamed whenever anyone saw him.

He thought it was already very benevolent of him not to kill this useless son of his.

Unexpectedly, this trash still dared to appear in front of everyone.

Even worse, he’d threatened to break the record of his eldest son, Serre, whom he was most proud of.

How arrogant!

He was just a skinny and weak orc!

How dared he dreamed of defeating the undefeated legend of 600 kilograms?

In Xeno’s eyes, this was clearly as ridiculous as a baby saying he wanted to slay a dragon.

***

Mitchell’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at Xeno’s disdainful face. He simply said calmly,

“Oh? City Lord Xeno doesn’t want me to participate. Could it be that you are afraid that I will get your armor if I defeat your eldest son?”

“Impudent!”

Xeno couldn’t hide his anger at Mitchell’s words.

He was not only angry at Mitchell’s arrogant words.

What made him even angrier was that Mitchell actually called him City Lord Xeno!

He was Mitchell’s father. How could a son call his father that?

Of course, in Xeno’s opinion, it was perfectly reasonable for him not to acknowledge this son.

But if Mitchell refused to acknowledge him as his father, that would be treason!

Just as Xeno was about to send someone to chase Mitchell out, he sneered.

“What’s going on? Is there anyone who isn’t allowed to participate in this Strength Competition?”

There was a slight commotion in the crowd when these words were spoken.

Indeed, this had always been the case. As long as they were an orc from Blood Roar City, they could participate in the Blood Roar City’s Strength Competition.

No one had ever broken this rule before.

To the orcs, their pedigree wasn’t important.

As long as you have the strength, even if you come from a humble family, you can be placed in an important position and be respected by everyone.

But if you were a weakling, then even if you were the son of the city lord, others would only give you some face on the surface, but in reality, they would not respect you.

Everyone had naturally heard about Mitchell.

Although no one would talk about it normally as they were afraid of angering City Lord Xeno,

they had all secretly discussed this matter in private.

They all agreed that Xeno had a useless half-orc son who was a disgrace to Blood Roar City.

But that was in the normal times. Now it was different.

Although everyone looked down on Mitchell, since Mitchell was also a member of Blood Roar City, he could totally participate in the Strength Competition!

“Let him go!”

No one knew who started it, but many people in the crowd started shouting.

“Let him go!”

“Let him go!”

“Let him go!”

Gradually, the crowd started chanting in unison.

This scene was exactly the same as the one before.

However, everyone was speaking up for Serre earlier, but now, it was for Mitchell.

In the eyes of the simple-minded orcs, they respected Serre only because he was strong and powerful. It had nothing to do with his identity as the son of the city lord.

They usually looked down on Mitchell, but it also had nothing to do with his orc bloodline. It was only because Mitchell was too weak.

But now, the orcs spoke up for Mitchell for the sake of fairness.

In the orc tribes, the strong reigned supreme!

As long as you are strong, we will submit to you.

Since that was the case, how could he stop others from displaying their strength?

***

Looking at the agitated crowd below the stage, Serre rolled his eyes and said to Xeno,

“Father, Third Brother is still a part of our Blood Roar City. Since he wants to challenge my results, let him try. Otherwise, our brethrens in the Blood Roar City would not be convinced.”

The commoners immediately agreed with what Serre said.

Many of them agreed loudly.

A father knows his son best.

By now, of course Xeno understood what Serre meant.

Now that all the residents of the Blood Roar City were watching, it would be unreasonable to not let him compete.

As for Mitchell, if this piece of trash wanted to embarrass himself, then they shall let him.

Anyway, when Mitchell called him “City Lord Xeno”, he had already taken the initiative to draw a clear line between them.

They wouldn’t be the ones who would be embarrassed.

And when Mitchell’s challenge failed and he was despised by everyone,

Xeno could then openly declare that he and Mitchell would no longer be father and son.

And then, wouldn’t it be killing three birds with one stone?

Not only would he stabilize the hearts of the people, he would also demonstrate how powerful Serre was. At the same time, he could also draw a clear line between himself and this trash.

If he thought about it that way, there were indeed no disadvantages.

As to whether Mitchell would succeed in his challenge, that wasn’t within Xeno’s consideration.

If Mitchell could lift a boulder weighing more than 600 kilograms, Xeno would even willingly resign from his position as the city lord on the spot.

Thinking of this, Xeno smiled confidently and said,

“Since Mitchell wants to challenge my son, Serre, then let him give it a go. However, if you embarrass yourself here, don’t blame me for being hard on you!”

These words were spoken with absolute certainty, without the slightest bit of reluctance or hesitation.

From the distinct ways that Xeno addressed his two sons, it was really obvious that Xeno really looked down on his son Mitchell.

However, the crowd simply didn’t care about that.

They only cared if Mitchell could succeed in his challenge.

Soon, all eyes were on Mitchell.

And Serre had also stepped aside silently, ready to watch Mitchell make a fool of himself.

As he watched Mitchell walk up the stage,

Serre smirked, “Trash, do you want a lighter stone? How about this, I’ll give you a 250-kilogram one. And I will consider you to have won if you can lift a stone weighing 250 kilograms?”

Hearing that, the crowd below burst into laughter.

Obviously, no one believed that Mitchell could lift a 600-kilogram boulder.

Speaking up for him earlier was only to uphold the rule of fairness.

Everyone in Blood Roar City knew how weak Mitchell was.

However, while everyone was not optimistic about his chances, Mitchell said calmly,

“Yes, I would like to change it, but not to a 250-kilogram one.

Get me a 1000-kilogram boulder!”