Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 430 : Victory means life, defeat means death

Orion raised his hand, signaling his people to be silent.

In the very next moment, the cheers, shouts, and clamor died away. The entire colosseum became so quiet that even breathing could be heard. Lycanor, Theodore, and Aldous, seeing this scene, could not help but look at Orion's back.

"This is the kind of influence the King of Giants holds over the Stoneheart Horde?"

Lycanor fixed her gaze on Orion, recalling the battles she had fought against him during the North-South War.

"Such formidable organizational skills and leadership—he truly is a king!"

Unlike Lycanor, Prince Theodore saw only the power of rallying hearts. If he could command such loyalty in the human kingdom, then he thought the day of his coronation might not be far off.

Aldous, on the other hand, showed no particular reaction. His two large heads were too busy savoring the delicacies brought by the succubus maidservants.

"People of our clan, everything we have now was bought with blood and life," Orion began.

"In this continent, it is always survival of the fittest. Only the strongest races can claim the richest lands and tastiest meats."

"The strong survive, the weak are eliminated. The law of the jungle has never left us."

Orion's voice was soft yet carried far. Blood Elf Lycanor and Prince Theodore both found themselves slightly uncomfortable with his outright glorification of strength above all.

"That is why, here in the Stoneheart Horde colosseum, the theme is simple: the strong live, and the weak die."

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As soon as Orion spoke, valves on both sides of the colosseum opened. An Orc slave and a human slave, each holding a crude weapon, emerged from the dungeon below.

"Tobias!"

Seeing the human slave, Princess Ava—dressed in splendid clothing—immediately stood up. Prince Theodore raised his hand, signaling her to stay calm and let him handle the situation.

"Honorable King of Giants," Theodore said, "according to our agreement, you should restore the human kingdom's princess to her freedom."

Orion turned around and glanced at Princess Ava. At once, she bowed her head, not daring to meet his eyes. Every time she saw Orion, she remembered his big and hard cock that had thrust into her vagina, mouth, and even her anus.

Then Orion looked at Prince Theodore and spoke in a leisurely tone.

"Your Highness, from the moment you stepped into Stoneheart City, Princess Ava was already free. The ransom for her was fully paid by Grand Duke William back when we were at the Five-Race Alliance."

Hearing this, Prince Theodore breathed a sigh of relief. Joy flashed in his eyes. Having accomplished another goal on this mission to the giants' territory, he felt the burden on his shoulders lighten a bit.

"Honorable King of Giants, what about them?" Theodore asked, pointing to the human slaves in the colosseum.

Orion smiled and thought for a moment.

"They are my slaves. I prepared them for a duel, in honor of Your Highness's visit."

Tobias was a human slave, one of the Deputy Commanders of the Rose Knight Regiment. Hence Princess Ava recognized him at a glance.

Back then, nearly the entire Rose Knight Regiment had been wiped out, and while capturing Princess Ava, the giants had also taken the few remaining knights. Those knights were nearly dead from grievous wounds. It was only with a shaman's treatment that their lives had been saved.

Originally, Orion had intended to use these knights as leverage to threaten Princess Ava. But since Ava was now ransomed, these human slaves were simply assigned to perform in today's colosseum opening.

Ignoring Prince Theodore's deepening frown, Orion turned and projected his voice so that it rang through the entire arena.

"Today, for all participants in the colosseum, victory means life, defeat means death. Whoever wins shall be free—free to return home or choose to join the Stoneheart Horde."

A low rumble of excitement spread through the colosseum at Orion's words, and soon the crowd was roaring once again.

"Victory means life, defeat means death!"

"Victory means life, defeat means death!"

"…"

Gradually, every member of the horde echoed the same chant, fueling the bloody atmosphere of the colosseum.

Orion turned back to his place, smiling at Prince Theodore and Princess Ava.

"I only have seven human slaves like these. I'm afraid today's show might not fully satisfy Your Highness."

Under the table, Princess Ava gripped Prince Theodore's hand, pleading with him to do something. Prince Theodore narrowed his eyes, keenly aware that this was Orion's way of showing him who held the power—and of reminding him that humanity had been on the losing side of the North-South War.

"Heh heh heh… My friend, you're absolutely right," rumbled Aldous the ogre, before Theodore had a chance to speak. "The strong survive and the weak fall. Among ogres, only the mightiest get the best females and the finest meats."

Orion nodded and then turned his gaze to Blood Elf Lycanor and Prince Theodore.

"Humans and Blood Elves should know this principle even better than we do, being the masters of the southern region."

Whether it was meant as sarcasm or praise, it was hard to tell from Orion's tone.

"This land has always belonged to the fittest," Lycanor said calmly, betraying none of her true feelings.

"Well then, let the show begin!" Orion waved, and immediately a giant bloodline warrior ran out to sound the battle horn.

In the arena, the unknown Orc and Tobias the human knight both set their minds on killing the other. With the horn's call, they charged forward.

Greatsword clashed against greatsword. Shield struck shield. The Orc was, without doubt, stronger in raw force. From the first collision, Tobias was knocked back three steps. The Orc then swung his massive blade again, charging at Tobias relentlessly.

With each step Tobias took, Princess Ava and Coal Knight Galahad felt their hearts clench, as though squeezed by an iron fist.

Tobias knew that if he kept retreating, the moment he could no longer withstand the Orc's blows, he would die. So, as the Orc raised his sword for another strike, Tobias pressed forward with his shield, ramming the Orc in a sudden move. Seizing that small window, Tobias tossed his shield aside, rolled forward, and ended up behind the Orc.

A flicker of triumph crossed Tobias's face. Gripping his sword with both hands, he slashed downward.

Splurt!

Splat!

In that instant, one leg fell to the ground—and one head as well.

At the decisive moment, the Orc had also abandoned his shield, raised his sword with both hands, and slashed back while lifting a leg to block. As a result, it was the Orc who lost a leg, but Tobias was the one who lost his head.

This brutal, bloody scene sent the colosseum into frenzied cheers and wild cries once again.