Cale jumped a large distance backwards and opened his arms widely as the ball of dark energy on his hands enveloped his hands like a liquid and became gloves and then dark gauntlets perfectly fitting and covering his entire forearms.

Cale's feet also got enveloped and became socks and then became dark armor fitting his feet perfectly. Cale got in his fighting position and calmly and loudly said "Get ready. Monster!"

The Orc saw himself and him as a warrior and loudly shouted "UAGGHHH!" and charged towards him for a battle of fists.

Cale fought him in hand to hand combat. They was less dodging and more fighting fists.

Cale's strikes were precise, each punch landing with a calculated impact on the orc's thick hide. His gauntlet-covered fists met the orc's raw strength head-on, yet it was clear who held the upper hand. The dark energy that flowed through Cale's limbs enhanced his speed and power, allowing him to overpower the orc with each exchange.

The orc, despite its warrior's pride, began to falter. Its punches, once heavy and powerful, were now slower, more desperate. Cale, on the other hand, remained composed, his movements fluid as he dodged and countered effortlessly. Every strike of his fists sent shockwaves of dark energy coursing through the orc's body, sapping its strength with each blow.

The orc let out a final roar of defiance, raising its fists for one last strike. But before it could land a hit, Cale’s fist shot forward, striking the orc directly in the chest with a force that made the ground tremble. Dark energy exploded from the impact, and the orc's body was lifted off the ground, thrown back several meters before crashing into the dark blue wall behind it.

For a moment, silence filled the narrow corridor of the fracture, the only sound being the soft flickering of the torches along the walls. Cale stood still, his dark gauntlets glowing faintly as the energy around them began to dissipate. The orc, now slumped against the wall, its massive body limp and lifeless, was no longer a threat.

The orc’s lifeless body slumped to the ground, and Cale exhaled. Before he could even take a breath, the remaining five orcs, who had witnessed the swift and merciless defeat of their companion, roared in fury. Their war cries echoed through the dimly lit corridor, and they charged toward Cale with wild ferocity.

Cale didn’t move, his expression calm and almost bored as the five monstrous figures closed in. His dark aura flared once more and he rolled his shoulders as if preparing for a mere warm-up.

The first orc, a massive brute wielding a spiked club, swung with deadly force at Cale’s head. But Cale, quick as ever, sidestepped the attack, and in one smooth motion, he delivered a crushing punch to the orc’s ribs, sending it crashing into the wall. The impact left a deep crack in the stone, and the orc groaned in pain as it slumped to the ground.

Before the others could react, Cale’s body blurred with speed, and he was already behind the second orc. With a sharp elbow to the creature’s spine, he brought it to its knees. The third orc, wielding twin axes, tried to take advantage of the moment, swinging both weapons in a deadly arc aimed at Cale’s midsection.

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Cale twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the blades. His dark gauntlet-clad fist shot out and collided with the orc’s face, shattering its tusks and sending it spinning through the air. As the orc hit the ground, two more remained, their eyes glowing with rage and fear.

The fourth orc, the largest of the group, let out a bellowing roar and charged at Cale with a massive battle-axe. Cale watched the hulking figure approach, and just as the orc brought the axe down, Cale raised his hand, catching the blade mid-swing with his gauntleted fist. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the ground, but Cale’s feet didn’t even budge.

The orc stared in disbelief as Cale tightened his grip on the axe and, with a simple twist of his wrist, snapped the weapon in half like it was made of brittle wood. The orc’s eyes widened, and before it could react, Cale drove his knee into its gut with devastating force, lifting the giant creature off the ground and throwing it several feet away.

The last orc hesitated, its instincts screaming at it to run, but its pride wouldn’t allow it. With a desperate battle cry, it charged at Cale, swinging a massive hammer wildly. Cale watched it approach with disinterest. Now Cale's gauntlet got enveloped by dark energy as the top of the dark energy created a dark and white balde as Cale swung it upwards. The body of the Orc got sliced in half along with the hammar.

His calm expression did not waver. The dark energy still flickered around his body, but Cale showed no sign of fatigue. Instead, he seemed almost disappointed.

“Well, that was a waste of time,” he muttered, looking down at the defeated orcs before turning to continue the restoration of the Fracture by going deeper into the fracture.

Cale finally took off his ruined armor. He was now shirtless and without his gauntlets.

He delved deeper into the Fracture, killing four more Orcs before reaching two Orcs guarding a long, wide gate. The Orcs looked at him with malice in their eyes and took a defensive stance, brandishing their axes.

Cale, uninterested, formed his dark and white blade again and slashed diagonally from left to right, killing both Orcs and destroying the gate along with them.

The mutilated bodies of the Orcs fell beneath the crumbling gate. Cale didn't care, stepping over the ruined gateway and walking into the room beyond.

The room was filled with Orcs on both sides, with a larger red Orc sitting on a stone throne in the middle, dressed in white barbarian clothes. There were at least a hundred Orcs in total, fifty to the left and fifty to the right, with their Chief in the center.

Cale knew he couldn’t defeat so many collectively, as he did with the frogmen. 'I can't waste more time,' Cale thought, glancing at his gauntlets before coming up with an idea. One thing gave him an advantage here: their language and their pride as a warrior race.

Cale grinned slightly and shouted loudly at their Chief. "I challenge you to a duel!"

The Chief glared fiercely at him, standing up and grabbing his large axe. He stepped down from his stone throne and approached Cale until they were face to face. The Orc roared, "ACCEPT. ACCEPT!" and the other Orcs began chanting, "ACCEPT. ACCEPT!"

'How foolish,' thought Cale, watching the Orc Chief like prey as he examined the Chief’s information.

[Information (Info):

Name: Devan

Level (Lvl): 35

Title: Orc Chief

Species: Orc (Male)

Skills/Techniques: Madness (C-Rank), Axe Mastery (C-Rank), Strong Body (C-Rank)

Description: Orcs are born with the pride of warriors. They have strong muscles they proudly display. Their main weapon is the axe; swords break in their hands. They live in deserts and hot places.

Weakness: A stronger body, better skills/techniques, neck, joints, eyes, heart, ribs, water magic.]