noveltune Chapter 342 Raji's Declaration of Berserk
Chapter 342 Raji's Declaration of Berserk
"Level...50...?" He let out a low, beast-like laugh. The stagnant elbow strike did not stop; instead, fueled by the boiling emotions in his heart, it was infused with even more violent power and fell with even greater speed!
"Hahaha! Finally! Finally, a decent event has arrived!!!"
boom--! ! !
The elbow strike landed squarely on the back of the giant's neck, instantly cracking the hard sandstone and creating a large crater!
The giant let out a dying cry, its massive body collapsing forward like a collapsing mountain, its health instantly wiped out by the attack, turning into a pile of rapidly dissipating sand and a few shimmering specks of light.
Raji landed on the sand, his knees slightly bent to absorb the impact.
Without even glancing at the things that had exploded on the ground, he suddenly straightened up, tilted his head back, and let out a roar that pierced through metal and stone, filled with endless excitement and wildness!
"Hahaha! Did you hear that, Arjun?! Did you hear that?!" He turned around abruptly and looked into the shadows of the stone forest.
There, sitting quietly cross-legged, was a young man with a shaved head, wearing an earth-yellow linen robe, and a calm, even somewhat wooden, expression.
Arjun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if the earth-shattering announcement had merely been a gentle breeze.
He nodded, his voice calm: "I heard you, Raj. Someone has already gone ahead; the preliminary rounds are about to begin."
He rushed to Arjun, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him:
"Arjun! Do you understand? This isn't bad news! It's fantastic news! A bigger, more exciting hunting ground where you can encounter even more powerful opponents opens in seven days!"
A death game played by over 70 billion people! Just think about it, how much flesh and blood awaits us to tear apart! How many points await us to plunder!
Arjun looked at him and calmly asked, "Have you read the rules?"
"Rules?" Raj was taken aback, then waved his hand impatiently.
"Who cares about the rules! It's just a different place to kill people, right? 100 regions? 70 million people per region? Great! More people means more to kill! Only the top 100,000? Perfect for me! Eliminate the weak, and the remaining ones are the tough nuts to crack!"
He didn't care at all about environmental debuffs, shrinking circle mechanisms, or the details of score calculation.
In his simple yet brutal logic, this was an unprecedented hunting game where only the strong survived. And he was destined to become one of the top hunters.
"My life, and these tattered clothes, were all snatched back from the jaws of monsters and enemies time and time again! If I lose them, I'll just snatch them back! As long as I'm not completely dead, I'll only get stronger with each battle!"
His talent, "Berserker's Blood," makes his attack power and attack speed more terrifying as his health decreases. Raji in a near-death state is the most terrifying nightmare.
Arjun paused for a moment, knowing he couldn't convince Raj with common sense. He then asked, "So how do you plan to prepare? Seven days."
"Ready? Hahaha!" Raji laughed wildly, "Of course, we'll keep killing! Kill until level 30! No, kill until even higher! Slaughter every single threatening thing we see in this desert! Use their blood and souls to warm up for me!"
His eyes gleamed with a terrifying light: "Equipment? Use it if it drops, steal it if it doesn't! Potions? Pick them up if you can, tough it out if you can't! All I need to prepare are these fists and this heart that wants to tear everything apart!"
A typical Raj-style response. Extreme individualism, extreme violence, and an almost contemptuous attitude towards everything except the battle itself (including strategy, supplies, and teamwork).
Arjun was already used to this.
He thought for a moment and said, "I need to prepare some scrolls for group protection and healing, as well as resistance potions for different environments. Your playstyle is too likely to attract aggro and get surrounded; proper supplies will increase your margin for error."
"Do as you please!" Raji waved his hand dismissively. "Do whatever you want, just don't delay my killing spree. By the way, once we get to that competition area, stay away from me. Don't get in my way, or I might accidentally beat you to death."
His words were blunt and even harsh, but Arjun knew that this was, in a way, a form of "concern" from Raj—he acknowledged Arjun's abilities, but also knew that his own frenzy in battle was indiscriminate, and he didn't want to drag this rare companion, who could cast a Tranquility spell on him after he went berserk to calm him down a bit.
"I will maintain distance and provide support if necessary."
Arjun nodded, accepting the arrangement.
Temporary team-up? For the two of them, this state of being neither too close nor too distant, fighting independently yet maintaining a subtle connection, might be the most suitable.
Raji grinned with satisfaction, then turned to look into the depths of the desert, where sweltering heat seemed to conceal countless formidable enemies waiting to be conquered.
"Seven days...tsk tsk, I can't wait any longer!" He cracked his neck, making a snapping sound, his muscles bulging, and his fighting spirit rose around him like a tangible flame.
"100 competition zones? 7000 million people?"
He muttered to himself, then his voice suddenly rose, transforming into a wild battle roar that shook the stone forest.
"I'm going to slaughter my way through every region! I'll smash into everything that stands in my way, no matter what kind of genius, prodigy, or even that first level 50 Lin Tian! And that Misty Continent, I'm going to take it all!"
The berserker's declaration is simple, brutal, and full of bloodshed, yet it also possesses an undeniable firmness and confidence.
For him, the preliminary rounds of the Battle of the Multiverses were not a brutal elimination tournament, but a long-awaited carnival feast.
He doesn't need strategies, allies, or even much preparation.
All he needs is an endless stream of enemies and a pair of fists strong enough to crush everything.
"Let's go, Arjun! Next target: that sandworm nest to the east! I heard there's a big one inside; perfect for loosening up my muscles!"
Raji roared and, without waiting for Arjun's response, charged into the depths of the desert like a mad red rhinoceros, kicking up a trail of dust.
Arjun slowly rose, brushed the sand off his robe, and watched Raji's departing figure. His expression remained blank on his usually expressionless face, but a faint, almost imperceptible hint of helplessness flickered deep in his eyes, and...
A glimmer of light, also ignited, belonging to the warrior.
He collected the two decent pieces of material dropped by the sandstorm giant and followed at a leisurely pace.
The desert remained scorching and desolate, but a storm called "Berserk" was already brewing and roaring within it, preparing to sweep across all the randomly assigned competition zones in seven days.
No matter who it is, no matter how many people there are, anyone who dares to stand in the way of this storm will inevitably suffer its most primal and violent tearing and crushing.
This is Raj Kumar's path, a bloody journey paved with the bones of his enemies, leading straight to the top.