Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

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As was was leaving the Orc military camp, orkish elite warriors saw Dabi. Think something suspicious. He started to follow dabi into the woods.

After some time far from the camp the elite warriors catch up with Dabi.

Dabi already saw the orkish elite warriors was followed him.

He purposely lead the elite warriors into the deep woods far from the camp.

Reason!!! Of course 1vs1.

The Elite warriors tells Dabi wait, I am the caption of the south team 'campaign Ghral'.

" Identify yourself now."

Why are you going deep into the woods. Whats your purpose. Why are you hiding yourself with this black clothes.

Dabi unmask his face and presence, seeing Dabi he shouts human!! How dare you infiltrated Orcs camp. I will kill you!!

The harsh sun bore down on the sparring grounds, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain.

Dabi's breath was steady, his gaze locked onto the Orkish elite warrior standing opposite him.

This wasn't just any warrior the Ork before him was known as Ghral, a combat veteran whose reputation had spread far beyond the Orkish kingdom.

With rippling muscles, sharp tusks, and battle-worn scars, Ghral radiated a quiet menace.

Around them is only trees, Ghral' tells there no audience of Orks and spectators from the surrounding kingdoms it would be a fun to watch how I kill a human.

(He is a arena champion that's why his thoughts are like this.)

It's first time an outsider to challenge an Orkish elite warrior, especially one who was practically an embodiment of strength.

Ha Ha Ha! You will die soon.

Dabi took a steadying breath. He had faced powerful foes before, but this encounter was different.

He wasn't just here to prove his strength; he was here gather information.

Dabi gain insight into the Orkish way of battle, which was more raw and physical than any opponent he'd faced before.

Each battle was an opportunity to sharpen his skills, adapt, and grow.

Ghral took a step forward, his heavy boots sinking into the ground with each stride.

He grunted, his voice gravelly and thick with a tone Dabi hadn't heard often.

"You come here, human, seeking your ways to afterlife."

Dabi said I have come here for knowledge. Why do you talk like a Idiot!!

Human your words mean little in the Orkish kingdom. Let's see if you can earn that knowledge with your blood."

Dabi nodded, his stance calm and unwavering. "I respect your strength, Ghral. And I'm here to earn that knowledge."

The Orkish elite warrior gave a harsh laugh, his tusks gleaming. "Good. Let's see if you're still standing by the end."

The Clash Begins, At the sound of a leaf moving, the battle commenced.

Ghral wasted no time, charging forward with surprising speed for a warrior of his size.

His fists were like hammers, each swing carrying the force of a battering ram.

Dabi sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blows.

He could feel the ground shudder beneath him with each of Ghral's strikes that connected with the earth.

Dabi activated his Phantom Steps, moving with agility that startled the Orkish spectators.

His form blurred, and he shifted positions, keeping Ghral guessing. But the Ork was relentless, his instincts honed from countless battles.

He adapted quickly, predicting Dabi's movements, and swung a massive fist toward him.

Dabi barely managed to raise a defense, absorbing the brunt of the hit with his arm.

Pain flared through his body, but he gritted his teeth and maintained his stance.

Ghral was grinning, clearly impressed that Dabi hadn't fallen from the impact.

"You're quick, human," Ghral growled, circling Dabi with a predator's patience. "But speed won't be enough against Orkish might."

Dabi saw his opportunity.

With a swift gesture, he activated his Dimensional Summon skill, and a pair of shadowy wolves materialized beside him.

These creatures, bound by the dimensional energy he controlled, were agile and fierce, their forms flickering like smoke.

The wolves lunged at Ghral, snapping and weaving around him.

For a moment, the Ork seemed thrown off balance, his attention divided as he tried to fend off the summoned creatures.

Dabi took advantage of the distraction, darting in close and landing a series of swift strikes against Ghral's armored torso.

The Ork roared, more in exhilaration than anger, and swatted one of the wolves away with a powerful backhand.

"Tricks and shadows won't save you, human!" he bellowed.

Dabi could feel the intensity of Ghral's aura growing, but he stayed focused.

This wasn't just about brute force. He was studying Ghral's movements, watching the way he reacted to each of Dabi's tactics.

The Orkish warrior was skilled, but he had a predictable pattern, relying heavily on raw power and direct attacks.

With a deep breath, Dabi summoned Nyx, the void beast he had grown close to in his recent training.

The ethereal creature glided beside him, its presence calming yet dangerous.

The Orkish crowd murmured in awe at the sight of such a creature, clearly intrigued.

Ghral eyed Nyx with narrowed eyes, his posture tense.

He swung his club at the void beast, but Nyx evaded easily, darting forward and back in calculated movements that disoriented the Ork.

Dabi saw his chance. Using Nyx's interference, he closed the gap between himself and Ghral and delivered a powerful kick to the Ork's knee, forcing him to stagger.

Orkish elite stumbled, something he hadn't anticipated.

Ghral's eyes flared with determination. "You're good, human. But this isn't over."

The Ork shifted his stance, adjusting his grip on his weapon. Dabi sensed a shift in his aura; Ghral was preparing something different.

The Orkish warrior closed his eyes briefly, and Dabi felt a surge of energy.

The Orks were renowned for their combat instincts, and Ghral was tapping into that ancestral power.

When Ghral opened his eyes, there was a renewed intensity. He moved with surprising agility, abandoning his earlier brute-force approach.

Dabi felt the weight of each step, the precision in each swing. Ghral was adapting, something Dabi hadn't fully anticipated.

Dabi summoned Whity, his spirit pet known for speed, and together, they created a fluid rhythm of attacks, circling Ghral and probing his defenses.

But the Ork's newfound focus kept him resilient. He parried their strikes, launching counterattacks that forced Dabi to stay sharp.

Then, just when it seemed Ghral had gained the upper hand, Dabi had an idea.

He activated Insight, analyzing Ghral's movements at an accelerated rate.

He identified the slight hesitations, the tiny tells in Ghral's posture that indicated his next move.

With this knowledge, Dabi adjusted his timing.

When Ghral raised his weapon for a decisive strike, Dabi dodged, pivoted, and landed a precise hit to the Ork's shoulder, destabilizing his stance.

Ghral grunted, a mixture of pain and acknowledgment in his eyes.

"You're reading my movements," he muttered. "A rare skill for a human."

Dabi didn't respond, keeping his focus as he moved into another sequence of attacks.

He was learning more than just fighting techniques; he was uncovering the Orkish way of combat.

Their style was instinctual, deeply rooted in raw emotion and heritage, but adaptable and relentless.

The battle stretched on, each clash a testament to both warriors' endurance.

Finally, after a series of calculated strikes and evasions, Dabi saw an opening.

He launched a combination of rapid attacks with his summoned creatures supporting him, disorienting Ghral.

In one fluid motion, he drove forward, using the weight of his entire body to deliver a decisive blow to the Ork's chest.

Ghral staggered backward, his weapon slipping from his grasp as he fell to one knee.

The forest grounds fell silent, and Dabi's chest heaved with exhaustion. He had won.

For a moment dabi though it moved, the Orkish elite warriors was quiet, Dabi seeing the body of the elite warrior laying in the ground.

Then, a low murmur reaching Dabi's ear. It's not over yet... Read new chapters at empire

Ghral rose slowly, his expression a mixture injured and dying.

He extended a hand grab a small blade from his wrist," Ghral rumbled. I will make sure you die with me.

"But Dabi was already alert by his shouts, he was looking at him, dabi dodge the attack and tells, you have heart of warrior. You've earned my respect."

Dabi tells after being that injured you still want fight, Ghral. You are truly a warrior.

The Orc champion title suits you. I've come to respect you for your warrior spirit."

The Ork grinned, a genuine smile that softened his otherwise fierce appearance.

Dabi use his sword as he was piercing through the elite warriors heart. Dabi tells:

Next time, when you lunch a surprise attack don't shouts."

As Dabi stepped away from the Ghral body, he realized the battle had given him more than just insight into Orkish combat.

He had forged a respect for a warrior of a vastly different culture.

And with each step, Dabi felt his own confidence solidify, his path forward becoming clearer.

Dabi think although he was stupid, but his warrior spirit is something I will always remember.

Suddenly Dabi started to heard a familiar sound. Ding! Ding! Ding!

Level up....

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