The axe cleaved downward forcefully—and more importantly, fast!
Gray's teeth clenched as he heavily flapped his left wing, generating a burst of air that propelled him to the side in a blink.
The strike missed, slamming into the earth. He dared not look back at the trench carved in its wake, lest the sight demoralize him.
His wings beat the air twice in succession before the muscles holding them began to ache. But those two bursts gave him the sharp acceleration he needed to streak toward his opponent.
His eyes stayed open against the pressing wind as he rode the currents. His physique seemed built to handle the pressure.
The Grey Titan sensed the looming danger and quickly closed its eyes—Gray's target.
With momentum gathered, Gray delivered his bladed fist brutally against the monster's eyelids.
The forceful blow flung its head back, the colossal figure retreating uncontrollably as it tried to regain stability.
Of course, the attack only left a shallow cut across the thick skin of its eyelids.
"That's supposed to be the softest skin on its body!" Gray yelled in shock and awe.
The earth quaked as the Titan took heavy steps, forcing Gray to descend to the ground.
His face twisted into a scowl. It turned out that just because one had wings didn't mean they were easy to wield.
The muscles across the limbs were sore—flying took a ridiculous amount of energy and strength. The contractions against his chest ached badly with each flap.
He couldn't take to the skies again until the sore muscles recovered, which could take minutes.
But that didn't stop him from pressing his attack. Wings tucked behind him, he bolted forward.
His aim now was to disarm his opponent—the only chance he had at winning.
He burst through the dusty haze kicked up by the Titan's stomps, eyes focused, and dealt a punch aimed at the joint of its wrist.
Normally, even with inhuman strength in his compact frame, breaking the bones of a Titan without supernatural force was futile.
But Gray was smart. With his knowledge of anatomy, his punch descended forcefully on the wrist, popping the joint right out of its socket.
"Arghhhhhh!"
The Titan wailed, quickly relinquishing its axe and grabbing its unnaturally bent hand with the other.
Titan Race members had tough bodies—even tougher than demons—so pain was alien and extremely rare to them.
And that fact, Gray was going to use as a weapon against his foe.
He reached for the axe, nearly his own height, muscles bulging as his feet dug into the earth.
The smell of blood, sweat, and metal filled his lungs as he took greedy breaths.
With a heave, he lifted the axe and moved to strike, veins popping across his figure from the strain.
"Ah, did I say nothing could strain muscles more than flying? Guess I was wrong."
The axe arced toward the Titan's knee, the massive blade glinting under the scalding sunlight.
At the right moment, he strained his sore muscles further, giving a momentum boost with a heavy flap.
With a sharp burst of wind, the axe struck, delivering a heavier, lethal blow.
Crack!
"Uwaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!"
The Titan wailed as another joint bent backward—its knee deformed into a hind limb, bending the wrong way.
"WHAT ARE WE WITNESSING, FOLKS? IN A BLINK, THE DEMON HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF THE BATTLE, DEALING DAMAGE AFTER DAMAGE TO HIS FOE! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I THINK WE MIGHT JUST BE LOOKING AT AN UNDERDOG!"
The commentator broadcasted, switching attention between the brawling parties.
The crowd roared with excitement, some cursing the Titan as they cast their bets against him.
Those who bet on the demon cheered with fervor.
"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"
The bloodthirsty crowd chanted, eyes blazing. To them, this was premium sport—elite entertainment.
The Titan collapsed on its only good knee, sobbing. Despite its size and age, it was a simple-minded creature, its intelligence rivaling that of a child. Plus pain was foreign to it.
Suddenly, as the Titan continued wailing, Gray felt a prickling sensation.
His hair stood on end, feathers straining as he flapped backward, catapulting his frame in reverse at streaking speed.
One thing Gray had accepted since his brief reincarnation was that he was no longer a human anymore.
He was something beyond. And he didn't care if he'd been human in his last life—he wouldn't let that human mindset and morals of the past limit him now.
So when his instincts screamed run? He fucking ran. No hesitation involved.
Rooooaaaaarrrrrrrr!
A terrifying roar sent shockwaves across the coliseum, rattling its foundations with forceful reverbrations.
It originated from the Titan. Its eyes were swallowed by crimson, glowing completely red.
Its muscles bulged as it underwent changes that made Gray tremble in terror.
"Is it still getting bigger? Holy fuck! I didn't sign up for this!"
Gray finally remembered a crucial factor.
This was a battle royale. Who said he had to be the one to face that atrocity?
His figure streaked with purpose, abandoning the heavy axe as he headed toward the orc and werewolf clash.
"OOOHHHH?! WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? IT TURNS OUT THIS TITAN IS A PRODIGY OF ITS RACE WITH THE INNATE SKILL—BERSERK! THE MORE IT GETS BEATEN, THE MORE FRENZIED AND DANGEROUS IT BECOMES!"
The commentator didn't dare miss the twist, explaining the phenomenon overtaking the Titan.
"THIS IS JUST THE COME BACK WE NEED!"
Rooaaaarrrrrr!
The dark monster roared to the sky—the Titan had finished its transformation.
The shockwaves rippling through the air, rattling through bones of spectators, and opponents.
By this point, Gray had retreated past the clash between the other fighters, hoping to watch the battle turn into a three-way.
"Huh? Where's the big guy?" His vision swerved left and right, searching for the Titan.
Suddenly, a shadow cast over him, stifling pressure bearing down on his being.
"DID I FORGET TO METION! THE BERSERK MIDE HAD A LOCKING FEATURE.
NO MATTER HOW FAR THE ENEMY RUNS OR WHERE THEY HIDE THE USER WILL ALWAY FIND THE LOCKED TARGET, UNLEASHING HIS FULL FURY ON THEM!"
"Fuck!'