There Are No Heroes

4 Facing Three Powerful Female Warriors

The arena roared once more as King Skarvlad raised his hand, signaling that the next battle was about to begin. Hendrik, who had only just begun to control the power of his melody, stood in the center of the arena, his body weary but his gaze filled with determination.

The king gave a slight smile and said, "Hendrik, your power is intriguing. However, I am not yet convinced that you are worthy of becoming part of this kingdom. I want to see your abilities against my finest warriors."

A massive door on the side of the arena creaked open, and three women stepped forward with confident strides. They were members of The Ranger, the kingdom's elite force, renowned for their exceptional combat skills. Each had a unique specialty—an archer with deadly precision, a shield bearer with unshakable defense, and a swordswoman with blinding speed and accuracy.

"Now, face them," the king declared coldly.

"Your Majesty," one of his advisors whispered, "I fear he is not strong enough to fight them. He is still too weak."

The king merely smiled. "We shall see."

The crowd erupted into cheers, fueling the intensity of the moment. A massive bell tolled, signaling the start of the battle.

Hendrik took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of his melody’s energy. "Alright, I have to survive," he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzed toward him at an astonishing speed. Hendrik caught a faint melody, an intuition guiding him to move swiftly to the side. The arrow narrowly missed him, striking the ground and leaving a small crater.

From across the arena, the archer—a blonde woman with sharp eyes—had already nocked her next arrow. She smirked. "You're quick, but you won't dodge forever."

Seizing the moment, Hendrik launched a counterattack. With a powerful leap, he spun midair and aimed a kick at the archer. However, before he could reach her, a loud clang echoed.

Dinghhg!

His kick struck a massive shield wielded by one of The Ranger’s members, a muscular woman with short black hair. The shield shimmered, displaying its formidable defense.

"You won’t get past us so easily," the shield bearer said, pushing Hendrik back with immense force.

Hendrik jumped backward, but he failed to notice the danger behind him. As he turned, a sword came slicing toward him with incredible speed. He had only a fraction of a second to react. He dodged sideways just in time, the blade grazing his waist and leaving a shallow cut.

The swordswoman, a lithe woman with wavy brown hair, smirked coldly. "You're agile, but how long can you last?"

Hendrik stepped back, keeping his distance from his three opponents. His breath was ragged, but his mind remained sharp. "I can’t defeat them with sheer physical strength alone," he thought. He could feel his melody’s energy surging once more. Faint musical symbols began to shimmer around him.

The archer fired again, this time releasing three arrows simultaneously. Hendrik heard the melody—a rhythm guiding him to jump left, then right, then roll forward, evading them all. He could sense the melody’s flow guiding his movements.

The shield bearer advanced, swinging her massive shield in an attempt to corner him. Hendrik used his speed to slip behind her, but the swordswoman was already waiting. A flurry of attacks rained down on him, yet he began to move like a dancer in battle, his movements fluidly syncing with the melody in his mind.

With a swift maneuver, Hendrik leaped into the air, evading a crushing shield strike. As he hovered midair, he spread his arms wide, and the musical symbols around him glowed brightly. A soft yet powerful melody resonated through the arena, silencing the crowd.

The Rangers hesitated, momentarily confused by the sudden energy enveloping Hendrik.

"What is this?" the archer murmured, her expression shifting to shock.

Harnessing his melody’s energy, Hendrik launched a counterattack. He charged at the shield bearer and delivered a kick infused with melodic force. This time, the shield trembled violently, forcing its wielder back several steps.

The swordswoman attempted another strike from behind, but Hendrik sensed the melody of her attack before she moved. With a swift pivot, he intercepted her strike with an energy-infused parry, sending her staggering backward.

The archer, realizing she was at a disadvantage, fired her final arrow. But Hendrik, moving with the rhythm of his melody, caught the arrow midair with his bare hand, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience.

The battle raged on, but Hendrik slowly gained control, overwhelming The Ranger one by one. From his throne above, the king watched with a knowing smile.

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"This child..." he murmured, "might be more than just an uninvited guest."

The arena grew even hotter. The crowd erupted into cheers as The Rangers unleashed their special abilities. Magical auras radiated from the three elite members, a clear sign that they were getting serious.

The archer, his eyes gleaming, summoned the wind around him. Countless magical arrows materialized in the air, ready to be unleashed without limit. "Hendrik, you’ll feel the power of the wind!" he declared, drawing his bow.

Meanwhile, the tank, wielding a massive shield, moved with newfound agility. He hovered lightly above the ground, each step leaving tremors in his wake. "You won’t escape from me!" he roared.

The swordsman, now wielding two blades crackling with lightning, dashed forward at blinding speed. Electric sparks danced around his body, leaving the spectators in awe.

Hendrik stood in the center of the arena, struggling to catch his breath. Suddenly, the archer concentrated an immense amount of energy and released a colossal wind-infused arrow aimed directly at him.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot forward with such speed that Hendrik had no time to dodge. He hastily summoned his melodic magic, forming a shield of floating musical symbols. But the sheer force of the arrow shattered the barrier and struck him with tremendous power.

Boom!

Hendrik’s body was sent flying, crashing into the arena wall and leaving deep cracks in the stone. He coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

"What now?" the archer taunted.

But Hendrik, staggering, rose to his feet once more. His eyes burned with unyielding determination.

"This isn’t over."

Seeing the opportunity, the tank charged with overwhelming speed, aiming to slam his shield into Hendrik with a devastating technique. The ground beneath him trembled violently.

BAM!

Yet, at the last possible moment, Hendrik barely managed to evade, causing the crowd to erupt into wild cheers.

"Whoa! He dodged it!"

While Hendrik was focused on the tank, the swordsman began gathering his energy. His twin blades now shone brilliantly, enveloped by roaring lightning. The immense energy fused together, forming an attack meant to annihilate Hendrik completely.

Sensing the overwhelming power behind him, Hendrik turned, his body weakened from the previous blows. "What is this?" he muttered, his breath heavy.

"Your Majesty, this is too much!" one of the king’s advisors exclaimed.

King Skarvlad narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. "I don’t know... but this outsider has forced them to take him seriously. Let’s see if he can endure."

"Take this!" the swordsman shouted, unleashing his attack.

Whoosh! Boom! Crash!

The massive surge of energy engulfed Hendrik, filling the arena with blinding light and a deafening explosion. The audience fell silent, waiting to see if he had survived.

As the dust slowly settled, a silhouette emerged—Hendrik, still standing. His body now radiated an even stronger melodic energy. The floating musical symbols around him spun rapidly, forming a protective barrier that had withstood the deadly strike.

He locked eyes with The Rangers, his gaze no longer just filled with determination but with unwavering belief in his own power.

"Now… it’s my turn."