What on earth is this thing?
Harkya was dumbfounded.
Different Ork Warbosses have distinctly different abilities based on the clans they originate from.
Warbosses from the Goff Clan value strength and excel at duels; those from the Deathskulls Clan love modifying machinery and marksmanship; those from the Xieri Clan have significantly enhanced speed and reflexes, and so on.
As a Blood Axe Clan Warboss skilled in command, Harkya wasn't as brainless as leaders from other clans; he had enough judgment regarding basic strength levels.
Me fight this shrimp?
Will I win?
He slowly raised his head, estimated the height the shrimp had jumped from, then looked down to gauge the extent of the damage to the armor beneath the other's feet.
A second later, Harkya Bloodaxe immediately reached a conclusion.
I'm dead meat!
Although the shrimp in front of him looked ordinary in size, small and dainty, and very frail—not Waaagh at all.
However, Harkya had no doubt that if they actually fought, the odds between him and this shrimp were definitely one-to-nine.
—Specifically, the opponent would take one second to turn his body into nine pieces.
Unfortunately, the Greenskin Boyz below didn't possess Harkya's level of intelligence.
Their eyes went wide on their ugly faces, and seeing Adam suddenly appear atop the Ancient Gargant, they roared with excitement.
It's a duel!
A shrimp has challenged our Warboss to a Boss Swap battle!
How exciting, how exciting!
Being able to see the Boss actually fight is worth the price of admission, even if we die!
Not a single Greenskin Boy doubted that Harkya might lose.
One only had to look at the difference in their sizes to know:
That shrimp was thin and small, looking like he could only bully a Gretchin, while our Warboss was tall and burly, like a small mountain!
According to the Orks' philosophy that bigger is stronger, the outcome was already clear.
Some Greenskin Boyz even put down their weapons on the spot, gathered together, and began using Ork currency—teeth—as stakes to bet on how long this shrimp could last.
Beneath the Ancient Gargant, under the expectant gazes of all the surrounding Greenskin Boyz, Harkya Bloodaxe was sweating profusely.
Meanwhile, Adam was calm.
His previous actions had been simple.
When he noticed the landing pod's retro-rockets fire and its speed abruptly stall, Adam decisively phased through the wall of the cabin. Simultaneously, with a thought, he maintained full optical camouflage and accelerated instantly in mid-air, arriving right next to this Ork Warboss.
As a Level 3 Reality Warper, Adam could declare that the battle was already over.
The life and death of this Ork was merely a matter of his whim.
However... Adam narrowed his eyes.
This Warboss seems a bit interesting.
He could sense that a fairly strong energy field was gathered around the Greenskin Ork in front of him.
The energy field's level was not weak, and it was invisible and intangible, enhancing its master's physical attributes in all aspects. It even had certain idealistic qualities, capable of producing some resistance to reality warping.
This immediately piqued Adam's interest.
He was deep in thought.
This should be the Orks' WAAAGH Force Field, right?
The Heavy Nob from before seemed to have a bit as well, but compared to this Warboss, the co-ruler of all Orks on this planet, it was like comparing a candle to the sun; its energy level was so small that Adam had simply ignored it.
As for now... he immediately made up his mind: such a treasure should be used by me!
Seeing that the shrimp just stood there motionless, Harkya waited for a moment and could no longer bear sitting around waiting for death.
No, I must start struggling immediately!
Turning around to run now would just be a slow death; the Boyz' morale would inevitably collapse instantly.
If I take the initiative to attack, there might still be a slim chance of survival!
He roared and lunged at Adam with a loud shout.
His body moved suddenly, and the mechanical power claw on his hand instantly erupted with a violent hum, wrapped in a disintegration field.
His massive frame erupted with an illogical burst of speed in an instant, and the giant mechanical power claw lunged directly for the head.
But this speed could only be described as slightly insufficient.
Adam even deliberately lowered his speed so that the Greenskin Boyz below could see clearly. He took a light step back, and the power claw swept past his face without harming him in the slightest.
Then, in the brief gap before the Warboss could throw a second strike, Adam's right hand closed into a palm and swung in a semi-circle through the air, his eyes looking at Harkya's ugly Ork face with ill intent.
Seeing this, Harkya Bloodaxe's pupils shrank.
He had already guessed what this shrimp was going to do next.
No! No! No!
You can't do this!
An Ork can be killed but not insulted!
But this was useless; in this universe, there has never been a rule that being prepared will definitely prevent something from happening.
Under the horrified gazes of the Greenskin Boyz, who had suddenly fallen silent at some point, Adam's palm abruptly fell.
Slap!!!
With the enhancement of his Reality Warping Ability, the palm—as hard as adamantine—made contact with Harkya's green skin. The massive impact sent his head jerking violently to the side, blood splattered, and shattered teeth sprayed across the ground.
Even with the enhancement of the WAAAGH Force Field, the Warboss, whose constitution was superior to ordinary Orks, was left dazed by this strike, unable to launch any other effective counterattack for the moment.
"It seems to have some effect."
Adam focused slightly.
He could clearly see that because of this blow, the originally solid state of the WAAAGH Force Field on Harkya began to diffuse and shake, appearing no longer stable enough.
The Power of "I fink" is indeed quite marvelous.
When a large number of Orks believe something will happen at the same time—like painting a truck red makes it go faster, or painting a gun blue makes it shoot more accurately—then no matter how nonsensical it is, it will actually happen.
Of course, this trait is sometimes exploited by enemies.
A certain Political Commissar in the future would install a laser-firing bionic eye for himself; because the Orks feared the Political Commissar's fierce track record, the laser fired from this eye, which was originally only meant for lighting cigarettes, actually became powerful enough to stare an Ork to death.
And at the same time, when a large number of Orks begin to waver, their WAAAGH Force Field will also disappear.
Adam's intention now was to use the most violent and insulting actions to completely shake the Orks' confidence in Harkya's strength.
Killing him directly was an option, but Adam was worried that the remaining WAAAGH Force Field might simply dissipate and not be complete.
It seemed he still had to use more shocking facts to make the Greenskin Boyz completely abandon their illusions, causing them to collectively withdraw the WAAAGH Force Field from Harkya.
Only then would Adam have room to maneuver.
But here was the problem.
What kind of outcome would be the most unacceptable for Greenskin Orks, who love war so much they aren't even afraid of death?
After a brief moment of thought, a flash of inspiration struck like lightning.
A smile appeared on Adam's face.
Oh?
I have an idea.
He turned his gaze back to Harkya, sizing him up as if evaluating something.
Feeling that gaze, which seemed to possess physical weight, sweep over his body, the still-dazed Harkya shuddered, and even his bloodshot brain became mysteriously clearer.
He had a premonition that if he didn't make a decision soon, what he would suffer next would be something more terrifying than death.
Should I just commit suicide first?
However, in that brief moment of hesitation, Harkya lost his last chance.