Legends of Runeterra

"I'm gonna beat up everyone!!!"

The roar, like the rage of a desperate beast, echoed in the quiet festival venue where only the sound of the wind and the flames of the burning braziers could be heard.

“Wow~~!”

The audience's whispers gathered together and turned into a noisy sound like a tsunami.

The anxiety and even fear in their eyes turned into surprise when Tryndamere said this.

And Tryndamere's tall body, which had fully recovered without a single wound, stood in the center of the arena, his scarlet eyes fixed on the figure on the podium.

"quiet!"

The cold tone of voice accompanied by the Ice Magic drowned out the noise of conversation in the entire venue, making the noisy venue suddenly quiet.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, War Mother Ashe slowly adjusted her posture and sat upright in the main seat.

The calm ice-blue eyes were like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, looking down at the barbarian man below without a trace of emotion.

"Trendbreaker, are you sure what you want to do?"

"Yes, please allow me, Mother Zhan!"

Without any hesitation, Tryndamere bowed slightly and asked again.

"Okay, the rules remain the same. Next, you will face the remaining 19 contestants!"

"Thank you, Mother War!"

“Wow~~!”

"That's great. It's great to see this kind of battle. Even if I die, it will be enough to comfort my teeth!"

"Fighting is fun!"

"Hurry up and start, the blood will flow like a river!"

The one vs nineteen fight was allowed, and all the spectators present became excited.

At this moment, they no longer paid attention to the mysterious magic that they had never seen before on the barbarian man, and cheered for the upcoming battle.

"Bang~!"

The heavy doors on both sides of the arena were completely knocked down. Some were tall and majestic, while others were agile and sinister. One by one, battle-hardened warriors walked out of the doors with weapons tightly grasped and gloomy faces.

They had seen the previous battle while waiting outside the door, but all the warriors present were powerful warriors who had experienced life-and-death battles of varying sizes and had their own unique titles.

They couldn't guarantee that they could survive when facing one against two, but when facing Barry and Samosa, they were confident that they could replace one of them.

The opponent's strange magic that was obviously not natural was indeed very powerful, but it was a great humiliation for them to use it to fight against nineteen of them.

"Tryndamere, I will chop you into pieces!"

"I will use your blood to wash away this shame!"

"I'm going to dig your heart out with my own hands!"

...

Looking at the warriors who were surrounding him and uttering harsh words, a sinister smile gradually appeared on Tryndamere's face, and his already scarlet eyes became even redder, as if blood would flow out in the next second.

“Crack! Crack!”

As his flesh, blood, tendons and bones grew further, the already tall and strong Tryndamere's stature grew taller even more.

“Hehehehaha~! My sword... has been thirsting for a long time~!”

"Boom~!"

The hard stone on the ground was crushed into powder by Tryndamere.

"Stab~!"

The huge battle blade created a spark on the ground, and Tryndamere swung his right arm in an arc in the air, and the blade chopped down fiercely at the warrior in front of him.

"Dang~!"

“Crack~!”

"Bang~!"

The enormous force forced the tall and strong warrior to kneel on one knee, but just as he did this, weapons attacked Tryndamere from all directions.

"Pfft~!"

“Bang~Crack~!”

The blade pierced deeply into Tryndamere's vitals, and the hammer broke his bones. In an instant, Tryndamere suffered injuries that were enough to kill a powerful warrior instantly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Stab~!"

Facing weapons inserted into his vital points, Tryndamere twisted his body and slashed with his sword like a whirlwind, forcing the surrounding warriors to quickly draw their swords and retreat.

Although this move forced everyone back, it also made the wounds on Tryndamere's body more exaggerated.

“Puff~Crack~Crack~!”

The gushing blood almost turned Tryndamere into a bloody man, but the wounds on his body healed strangely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Tryndamere's scarlet eyes became more and more terrifying.

Staring at the astonished people around him, at this moment, feeling the power surging in his body, Tryndamere completely embraced the rage in his heart.

"I am your...worst nightmare!!!"

...

“Dang~dang~dang~!”

"Stab~!"

“Crack~!”

An unprecedented battle of one against nineteen was taking place in the arena, but no one in the stands was cheering.

Even the audience with the poorest eyesight can see that there is something wrong with Tryndamere's counterintuitive and increasingly exaggerated healing power.

Before, it wasn't so obvious when he was fighting one against two, but facing the siege of 19 powerful warriors, the blood-soaked barbarian man's wounds healed the next second after the blade left his body.

Nineteen people have been fighting until now, but no one has achieved any results. Instead, they have been exchanging injuries for injuries, and only five of them are left after being chopped down.

Those scarlet eyes, the bloody and brutal fighting style, and the insane rage that seemed to make no distinction between friend and foe, made almost everyone on the battlefield fall into deep fear and dread.

Only two people, Li En and Ashe, had different expressions on their faces when facing this scene.

Watching Tryndamere's battle, Li En's eyes showed a hint of interest.

'It's not just the blood magic of the Darkin, but also magic that combines something like spiritual will...

As expected of Aatrox, even in this situation, he still has such means.

Of course, there is also the uniqueness of Tryndamere himself.'

On the other side, Warmother Ashe, sitting in the main seat, watched Tryndamere's battle with her ice-blue eyes. There was still no emotion on her face, and she was not at all frightened by the opponent's fighting posture.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Tryndamere had already entered a completely furious state, roaring meaninglessly like a wild beast and waving the giant blade in his hand wildly.

"Shua~!"

"Pfft~!"

The two were cut in half, hot blood gushing out from the wounds.

"Click~!"

His broad palm easily broke the thick neck, and Tryndamere casually pulled off the other's purple-faced head.

"Boom~!"

He swung out his blade and nailed one man to the ground, then opened his arms and pounced on the last man.

"Die, you monster!!!"

"Pfft~!"

The sharp blade pierced through Tryndamere's chest, and the warrior could even feel the beating of his heart from the blade to his palm.

But it was no use. The angry and crazy monster in front of him moved without any hesitation.

"Crack~!"

Two palms slapped heavily on the soldier's shoulders.

next moment.

"Stab~!"

"Ouch~~~!"

Bathed in the hot and sticky blood, Tryndamere roared to the sky.