That was a cocky statement from Serana, but she had the strength to back it up.

The level above her head was unknown; whoever Arthur believed himself to have high attributes to go against her without problems.

He still had many cards on his sleeves, such as his dragon transformation and the mysterious black sword, though he did not want to use them lightly.

Serana had a bow as her weapon, and her snake-like physique made her look intimidating, almost as tall as 4 meters. Arthur kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to make the first move. His hand was tightly gripped at his sword, and his heartbeat raced with the drill of combat.

She did the same, scouting every inch of her adversary. Deep down, Serana felt something was off with that young elf in front of her, as if he had a dormant dragon inside.

Time seemed to have stopped with the two, and after three minutes of constant staring, Serana finally made her first move, drawing her bow so fast no one could see it.

No one except Arthur. He did not slack for a second, and when he noticed the slightest movement coming from her, he dodged sideways, avoiding the green arrow that came towards him like a bullet.

Perhaps that tiny arrow would not do significant damage to Arthur. However, the green substance was indeed a poison and a strong one that would hinder his movements and cause considerable pain for the rest of the fight.

“I think I can absorb whatever poison she throws at me, but it is better to be careful.” Arthur thought.

He could not stand still and wait for her to attack once more. Serana’s primary weapon was a bow, so Arthur’s best chance was to stay close to her and enter melee combat.

For that reason, Arthur put immense strength into his legs, dashing towards Serana, who was shocked for a moment after seeing such extraordinary speed coming from that youth.

In her mind, that elf was not simple. First, it was the strange feeling she got every time looking at him, and now a speed beyond her comprehension.

Was he a secret weapon of the Elven Kingdom? These thoughts crossed her mind; strangely, she was not entirely wrong.

Arthur’s existence was yet to be known throughout the continents, and the dark races had never heard of the elves having a king.

They knew about their tradition. Therefore they also knew that no ruler had appeared in thousands of years. There was no way Serana would guess the prisoner elf, a gladiator, was the ruler of the elves.

“Who are you?” Serana said.

Arthur saw no reason to tell her his true identity, so he said, “I am your worst nightmare.”

Within moments, Arthur was in front of Serana and slashed his two-hand sword down, trying to cut her in half.

Serana was no rookie in combat. She ducked over the sword, twisted her body, and sent a tail attack toward Arthur.

Everything happened so fast that he couldn’t dodge and was sent flying with the impact.

There were no apparent wounds in Arthur’s body, but the blow hit hard, and the pain was all over his body. However, he was not someone weak that would cry over one attack. The extraordinary regeneration of his kicked in, diminishing the pain after each second.

The crowd went into an uproar, shouting in excitement as the fight intensified. For them, it was already a blessing to see their general fighting in that arena.

“That elf is not that bad. He is holding well against Serana.”

“Indeed. Let’s make a bet?”

“Haha, now we are speaking.”

Arthur did not mind that but focused on the opponent in front of him. Holding back was not an option, and with a quick teleport, he vanished from Serana’s sight.

“What?”

She could not believe speed alone could have done something like that, only if Arthur was in a level close to legends.

“A teleport? But I did not see him casting.”

One of the differences between Arthur’s space-time magic from the common teleport was the casting speed. Arthur could make it almost instantly if it were only a short-distance one.

In a fight like that, seconds counted a lot, so his teleport was one of his most potent spells.

The thought of Arthur knowing space-time magic never crossed Serana’s mind.

Firstly, she only heard rumors about it, and the legends stated that all people who knew this magic type was dead.

Only if she knew not only Arthur could cast it but also Merethyl, another elf that was her enemy in the upcoming war.

Arthur appeared behind her, a familiar blind spot for most enemies, and attacked using his sword. Everything happened so fast that Serana couldn’t dodge the attack entirely.

“Fuck.” Serana cursed, using her tail again, but this time not to attack but to defend against the sword crashing down.

Serana retreated a few steps after the impact, but the damage to her tail was only a tiny wound. When Arthur saw it, he knew it was time to discard that sword and use his own.

The black sword that drove him mad would only be used as a last resort; for that reason, he opted for the sword Merethyl gave him. It was a sword that had turned into his primary weapon. Arthur even thought of giving it to Wrutzus to see if he could uncover some of its mysteries.

It took only a few moments for Arthur to swap weapons, but Serana took full advantage of that, sending three poisoned arrows toward him.

Arthur saw it coming, so he changed his sword to a shield and defended against the attack, having only to retreat one step.

“What? His weapon can change forms?”

She had never seen anything like that before, and greediness flashed through her eyes. Not only for the sword but the magical pouches Arthur had with him.

“You are a rich elf, aren’t you? Perhaps a noble?” Serana said.

The aura around her started to increase, and her body turned bulkier. Arthur guessed it was some transformation to improve her body strength.

“She’s going all out after seeing my treasures, tsk. I think it is time for me to do the same.”