Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 225 God of Competition
Haijal and his men worked tirelessly all night.

So when the light of dawn shone down, only Duncan got up and, following his past habits as a human, found several stones weighing hundreds of pounds to practice weightlifting squats.

The human form originally worshipped the god of strength, Kord, whose divine duties included strength, competition, combat, courage, war, and storms. In the faith of the barbarian warriors, he was also known as the god of the arena. His divine kingdom was located in the heavens above the holy mountain, in a place called the Kingdom of Heroes.

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After exercising for only a short while, Duncan was covered in sweat. He took out olive oil and applied it to his rock-solid muscles. Nearby, a Didier woman who was out early to fetch water saw him and couldn't help but stare at him, even greeting him warmly and showing off her youthful energy.

This vibrant feminine beauty makes it easier to conceive healthy and strong offspring.

But Duncan remained unmoved, as if women would only affect his training efficiency. After applying olive oil to his body, he picked up his battle axe and shield and began training his combat skills alone.

These were his human form's daily routines. Unlike the wild and unrestrained behavior of others, he always held himself to high standards.

Because mortals only have a slight chance of surpassing the bloodline of gods if they exert all their strength.

He is currently playing the role of the human host, and at least until he becomes powerful enough, he cannot exhibit any obvious abnormal behavior.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Hyjal appeared. He looked a little tired, and several women had already quietly slipped out of his room before he got up.

Haijal stared blankly at Duncan, who was training intently not far away, for a moment, then a hint of shame appeared on his face. He stretched his limbs, lifted a boulder weighing more than half a ton with one hand, and began to practice squats on the spot.

The training of the Usgar barbarians was somewhat similar to the daily routine of early Greek athletes and Roman gladiators, with the most basic training being strength, physique, and endurance, followed by combat skills.

The daily routine of the entire barbarian warband consisted of traveling and killing people during normal times, and fighting and competing with each other in their spare time.

You can think of them as wandering Spartacus gladiator bands who love to fight and compete, love to slay people and monsters, and love to ravage beautiful women all over the world, even women of different races, including fierce giantesses and even half-human, half-snake banshees.

Challenge legendary strongmen and monsters, sleep with the most seductive, wild, and passionate women, and create your own legendary story, even if you die on the road.

This is the kind of life that all barbarian warriors yearn for!
Freedom and wildness.

Their souls were free-spirited, valuing honor more than life and death.

However, there is one exception: Quinn Minsk, the human form. Compared to the chaotic alignment of the barbarian warriors, he leans more towards the orderly alignment. Although he is still very warlike and craves glory, he is not as wild and is not blinded by anger. He usually appears calmer than others.

This is why he rarely gets the attention of the raging gods.

According to the barbarian priests, the human form lacks a wild heart and cannot comprehend the true meaning of the path of rage.

At this point, the others also gradually got up.

Crete was the last to get up, and his legs were even a little weak. The way he walked out, supporting his waist, made the other barbarian warriors laugh at him. Soon the two were fighting each other with their bare hands. After exchanging a few blows, the two burly men became entangled and began to wrestle.

Hyjal was also drawn to the sport, and he put down the boulder to watch Crete wrestle with his comrades. He loved wrestling and had even taken down a half-giant in a competition.

This highly respected fighter among the barbarians only liked to wrestle with two types of people.

One type is a strongman, preferably one with superhuman strength, who would not be afraid of even a real giant's challenge.

Another type is a young, handsome fighter, whom he enjoys teaching to wrestle.

"Ha ha!"

"Take down Crete! You'll be the vice-commander!"

The barbarian warriors nearby cheered, and the wrestling between the two fierce fighters quickly attracted the attention of the nearby Thebit people. They fought their way to the vicinity of the square, crushing the bluestone slabs on the ground.

But in the end, Crete relied on his skillful technique to take down his opponent and pin him down.

Crete kicked his opponent's backside, cursing, "You little brat, you think you can take me down?"

"If Quinn hadn't thrown a few women at me yesterday, would I be the one being dominated by you?"

At this point, Crete glanced at Duncan not far away and asked with concern, "How's your injury?"

Duncan shook his head and said, "It's alright."

His human form was disliked throughout the chapter because of his self-discipline and restraint, which made him stand out from the group of wild fighters. Moreover, he liked to challenge the most powerful Hyjal, and although he was beaten badly every time, he still persisted. Anyone could see his ambition.

He longed to defeat Hyjal and claim the glory that belonged to a fighter.

Crete and he didn't have a good relationship before, but after Duncan saved him once, their relationship seemed to have become much closer. He even specially found a pretty woman to give to him yesterday.

Training is their daily routine, and competitive fighting is their gift to the gods.

Soon everyone was assigned their opponents, and Hyjal brought out a shrine containing a burning fist, or sometimes the emblem of the Stormblade.

Kord is the master of strength, the thunder roarer, and the god of the arena.

Barbarian warriors who worship this god must engage in a fair and square duel at least once a week. If they can win the tournament held at the temple, that would be even better, as they would not only receive glory, wealth, and rewards, but might even have the chance to get intimate with the temple's priestesses.

Of course, those priestesses were also wild warriors. Being ridden on by them all night would make you the laughingstock of the entire tribe for many years! In this primitive era, morality had not yet fully taken shape, and sex and reproduction were everywhere.

Hyjal picked up his shield and spear. His figure was extremely imposing and tall, half a head taller than everyone else. After scanning the crowd with his warlike gaze, his eyes settled on Crete and Duncan. Only these two in the entire barbarian warrior band could withstand even a few blows from him in direct combat.

But Crete slept with eight women yesterday and is feeling a bit weak in the legs today, while Duncan was injured yesterday and it's uncertain whether he can still fight.

At this moment, Crete glanced at Duncan's bandaged abdominal wound, picked up his weapon, and was about to go into battle. He often got injured in the Hyjal duels; he was a furious fighter who sometimes couldn't control himself.

"and many more."

But then Duncan reached out and stopped him, saying in a deep voice, "Let me do it."

This guy's legs were trembling when he got up, and Duncan also wanted to adapt to the local customs and, incidentally, test Hyjal's strength.

—"Hydra Blood (Special Ability): Legend has it that the Hydra is a monster that originated in the chaotic era. Its bloodline power will enhance its physical attributes and strengthen its resistance to acids and poisons."

This is what I got from stealing kills yesterday.

This era is filled with legendary monsters, providing Duncan with abundant resources, but the challenges are all extremely difficult.

The battle group lost a lot of people yesterday.

After seeing Hyjal take to the field, many of the women who had partied the previous night came over to watch. It's human nature to enjoy watching a spectacle, especially those women who had spent the night with Hyjal; they couldn't resist coming over to witness his heroic fighting prowess.

Not far away, the alluring priestess was also there, her face still flushed with the afterglow of pleasure, her eyes seemingly glued to the valiant Hyjal.

Square center.

Hyjal raised his spear, staring intently at Duncan before him, and said in a deep voice, "Let thunder tear through the clouds, let war cries shake the earth!"

"This is the meaning of life!"

He was reciting one of the doctrines of the god of power. Hyjal was a barbarian warrior of the path of fury, who sought the power of thunder and storm.

Duncan also recalled, picking up his battle axe, raising his shield, and saying in a deep voice: "True strength lies not in crushing the weak, but in facing stronger opponents!"

The human form seeks the path of courage and strength, daring to draw its sword against the strong!

He was the son of a slave.

The Usgar barbarians are largely unproductive, at most incorporating hunting into their wilderness trials. They are somewhat like the Spartans, with each tribe having vassals and slaves. Quinn Minsk, the original incarnation of Quinn, was the product of a barbarian warrior raping a slave, so he only has half barbarian blood and is slightly weaker in terms of innate brute strength.

Don't know when.

A glimmer of light appeared on the shrine in the square, indicating that their gladiatorial combat had attracted the attention of the god of strength, Kord.

Normally, such competitive duels happen every day, and the high and mighty gods do not pay attention to them all the time. Only exceptional competitions or battles full of fearless courage can attract the slightest glance of the gods.

However, because Hyjal was a divine being, he could attract the special attention of the gods almost every time he performed a ceremony.

—Korn, the God of Power (Great Divine Power)!

This deity was exceptionally powerful in the primitive era, but as time progresses, pure brute force will decline, and once civilization replaces barbarism, He will most likely fall to the level of a medium-sized deity.

Different clergy in different eras have varying degrees of strength and weakness.

For example, among the barbarian tribes, none of their gods are a god of commerce; instead, a demigod embodies the concept of business. In contrast, on the Gold Coast, the highest deity worshipped by the indigenous people is the god of commerce and wealth.

Legend has it that the Golden Legion, stationed on that fertile coast, wears the most magnificent and expensive armor on the entire continent; they are the best-equipped city-state guards.

—Hyjal (Exhaustion) (Child of God) (Power) (Four-star Silver Grey).

This guy must have slept with at least ten women yesterday. He hasn't lost his fatigue after his rampage. With Duncan's seasoned combat experience, he could tell at a glance that his lower body was unstable.

However, the divine child's talent made Hyjal extremely arrogant and conceited. He was well aware of the human form's strength and thought he could easily defeat him.

In short, physical attributes are overwhelmingly superior.

No matter how hard the human host trained, the huge gap in physical fitness between the two sides cannot be easily bridged by combat skills.

Roar!
Hyjal roared and charged ahead, ready to finish the battle quickly and defeat Duncan in front of him. He planned to make a big splash tonight. The group would stay in the Thebit town for a few days before continuing south along the river.

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But something unexpected happened. The human form, which had been suppressed by Hyjal's innate divine power, actually withstood Hyjal's wild charge head-on. At the moment of impact, the ground beneath their feet caved in, and a cloud of dust spread out like a shockwave.

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(End of this chapter)