Chapter 72: The Impaler

On the Blood Tooth Gladiatorial Arena, the voices were loud, and the dense crowd was dizzying like black ants in an ant nest.

Because this would be the grandest performance in history, the Man-Eating Demon Lion Ouryu against the strongest slave Butcher, the battle between man and lion, could be said to have pulled the gimmick to the full.

So much so that the entire City of Slaves was empty, or to watch the gladiatorial combat, or to get rich by gambling, they all flocked here, and many nobles ignored the long distance and came here from thousands of miles away.

"Hahahaha, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Blood Tooth Gladiatorial Arena, and welcome to my City of Slaves!"

A burst of laughter spread throughout the gladiatorial arena; people looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a man in a black tailcoat standing in the air, ignoring the constraints of gravity, above the gladiatorial arena.

His tailcoat was well-cut, and a blood-red gemstone brooch was pinned to the collar, flashing with an eerie light in the sun.

His skin was as pale as paper, his eyes flashed with dangerous and charming light like two rubies, his face was handsome and cold, and his high cheekbones and deep eye sockets gave people a majestic feeling that was hard to approach.

A blood-red magic power torrent lingered on him like a ribbon; this was perhaps the reason why he could fly.

"The Impaler!"

"The Impaler!"

Seeing the man, the audience couldn't help but shout his title.

Saimen Kelai, a hero who shone brilliantly in the Battle of Dragon and Lion, once summoned countless blood-colored spears with his own power to pierce a rebel army from bottom to top, and the soldiers were nailed in the air like scarecrows in a paddy field, wailing incessantly.

The scene that day was like hell descending into the world, and he thus gained the terrifying name of "The Impaler".

After the war, because of his outstanding military exploits, King Sossia VII appointed him as an honorary Count and divided the core territory of the former Mason Principality to him as his territory.

And Saimen built the city that was now the most economically prosperous in the Kingdom of Sossia—the City of Slaves—on this territory in just ten years.

(Honorary titles cannot be inherited, and most will not be provided with territory; for example, if Saimen dies, the City of Slaves will be confiscated by the state)

"The named magical beast Man-Eating Demon Lion against the strongest slave who broke out from a hundred life-and-death struggles—Butcher!"

"I dare to guarantee with my reputation that this will be the most wonderful gladiatorial combat since the construction of the gladiatorial arena; now, before the gladiatorial combat officially begins, let everyone enjoy an opening performance first!"

"Butcher against a group of mortal fighters and one Transcendent fighter... Hehe, Butcher has even thrown away his weapon; it seems that such opponents cannot satisfy his desire for slaughter at all; let us wait and see."

Saimen's voice was low and magnetic; under the influence of magic power, every word was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.

Afterwards, he flew back to the top box of the audience seats, where many nobles were raising their glasses and chatting.

"Butcher, good job, you really don't need weapons to deal with those trash; use your fists to crush the brains of those slaves!"

"I want to see you smash them flat with one punch!"

Seemingly misunderstanding Thirteen's behavior, some audience members who loved bloody slaughter began to shout with red eyes.

On the sand of the gladiatorial arena.

Among that group of thin slaves, the leading Transcendent rank fighter seemed unable to endure Thirteen's contempt for putting down his weapon, so he rushed toward the giant with the broken axe in his hand.

Clang!

The axe slashed fiercely at Thirteen's shoulder; facing the sharp blade, his skin, which was as hard as copper and iron, was also torn open, and blood flowed along the wound.

And the Transcendent fighter who caused this blow had already prepared himself to be punched and exploded in return, but what he didn't expect was...

That muscular giant who was as terrifying as a devil didn't make any counterattack, just stared at him quietly.

Then, under everyone's surprised gaze, the giant slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the sand.

"Good, actually looking down on me so much!" That Transcendent fighter was even more angry.

Although he knew his resistance was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot, making those bloodthirsty nobles even more excited, he couldn't tolerate such contempt.

His name was Hoer; although he was a slave, he was also a warrior who had achieved Transcendent status after many life-and-death struggles.

"Everyone, we are fighters; today resistance is death, and giving up resistance is also death; why not die in battle?" Hoer shouted.

Immediately after, he took the lead and rushed toward the giant again.

Tap, tap, tap.

Driven by him, the other eleven slaves whose professions were fighter apprentices also rushed toward the giant one after another.

Clang, clang, clang!

Bang, bang, bang!

The slaves roared and swarmed up; the attacks of axes, hammers, fists... fell on Thirteen like raindrops.

His skin was torn, and new wounds appeared on his terrifying body that was already covered with scars, and a large amount of blood sprayed from the wounds, dyeing the sand red and dyeing his body red, making him almost turn into a bloody man.

However, even so, Thirteen still didn't fight back, just closed his eyes and silently endured every attack; even though there were more and more wounds, his body didn't even tremble.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with Butcher?"

"Could it be that the pressure of dueling with the Man-Eating Demon Lion is too great, so he awakened a masochistic habit..."

"Could it be that he awakened a blessing where the more serious the injury, the stronger the strength, so he wants to stack some combat power before dueling with the Man-Eating Demon Lion?"

As time passed, people in the audience seats discussed it, and many people had already started shouting to return their tickets.

They came here to enjoy slaughter performances and man-lion duels, not to watch a big guy get beaten like a wooden stake.

It's better to go home and beat a beautiful female slave!

On the sand of the gladiatorial arena.

The slaves who had been attacking crazily also found something wrong and gradually slowed down the frequency of attacks.

Because they found that the giant in front of them was really like seeking death, not making any resistance and letting them attack.

"Hey, you guy isn't a Berserker, I've seen your madness when killing; why don't you fight back? Is it because you look down on us?"

Hoer put down the iron axe that was already stained with blood and asked breathlessly.

At the same time, in the top-most seat of the audience.

"Sir Saimen, is your strongest slave crazy? I traveled thousands of miles to the City of Slaves not to watch him be beaten to death by a group of trash."

A middle-aged noble frowned and asked.

He was Moer Dean, a Hou Jue of the Kingdom; of course, people usually respectfully called him "Lord of the North".

The North is the most vast territory among the four borders of the Kingdom of Sossia—East, South, West, and North—besides the royal territory in the center, even four times the territory of the South, so the authority of this Lord of the North can be imagined.

"Hehe... Hou Jue, please calm down; he should just want to please the audience more in this way."

Facing the questioning of the Lord of the North, even as the master of the City of Slaves, an awkward smile appeared on Saimen's face.

Afterwards, he grabbed the railing and shouted at Thirteen, who was covered in blood on the sand below:

"Butcher, I, Saimen Kelai, your master, order you to kill these slaves immediately!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 73 =====