An ancient gladiatorial arena.
The center of the arena was a rough stone ground; the uneven flagstones were full of scratches and cracks, having been cut and cleaved by countless blades and heavy blows.
The color of the ground was deep and dim; bloodstains had long since dried, merging into the stone blocks to form those grayish streaks.
Around the arena rose towering stone walls, covered in mottled ornamentation; those ancient carvings looked worn by wind and sand, hard to make out.
The sky was overcast and lightless, the heavy cloud cover like a gigantic gray curtain hanging above the arena.
The place was empty and desolate; a breeze stirred, lifting scattered dust from the ground, the dust whirling in the air before settling back onto the flagstones.
The faint sounds were the only disturbances in this deathly silence.
Qin Siyang stared, stunned, as the scenery around him suddenly shifted.
After a moment, he pulled a candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, tossed it into his mouth, and looked around warily.
"I just walked a few steps, where did this come from?"
At that moment, from the far side of the arena a muffled voice suddenly came, "Qin Siyang, I didn't expect you'd still dare to go out alone."
"Didn't Qin Yingguang warn you?"
The voice's intonation was very strange, giving Qin Siyang the odd feeling of hearing "hee-hee" mixed with something else, like a playful taunt.
Qin Siyang looked around and saw no figure.
He couldn't tell where the voice had come from.
Not only was this person mysterious, the words thrown out left him baffled.
"What did Qin Yingguang warn me about?"
"He killed my younger brother, but didn't catch me, wouldn't he have warned you not to go out for a while?"
Qin Siyang looked even more confused, "He killed your younger brother?"
He ran a hand through his hair, trying to cool his head and process the information packed into that sentence.
"He killed your younger brother, then who are you?"
"I am Yamamoto Taro."
"You're Yamamoto Taro? Then the one who died was—"
"My twin brother, Yamamoto Jiro. Usually I'm the one who shows my face outside; my brother hides inside our arena. But everyone who knew we were twins is dead. Except Qin Yingguang."
"Yamamoto Taro, Yamamoto Jiro… those names actually fit the naming conventions I know."
By now Qin Siyang had calmed down a bit.
In his impression there was indeed a Sequence that could pull people into an arena, the [Ancient Gladiator] sequence.
But regarding that sequence's skill and how to leave the arena, Qin Siyang had not seen any related information.
Qin Siyang asked again, "So, you and your brother have been working together all along? You drag people into the arena, then the two of you team up to kill them?"
"My brother was the [Stealth Assassin], with higher combat efficiency. Generally, I only drag people into the arena; the rest of the task I leave to him."
Qin Siyang recalled the description of Yamamoto Taro on the Snake Deck and nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder you could kill two governors several dozen meters apart at the same time. I was wondering, a stealth assassin can't teleport that far."
"It turns out you pulled them all into the arena, then had your brother kill them and throw the bodies back out."
Yamamoto Taro and Yamamoto Jiro were brothers, but on Warren Chamber of Commerce's Snake Deck only Yamamoto Taro's name appeared.
That the two brothers could hide so deeply surprised Qin Siyang.
He asked again, "You mean Qin Yingguang knew you were twins, not just one person?"
"Yes. I don't know how that monster found our hiding place. But if I hadn't escaped quickly, both of us would've been killed by him."
Hearing this, Qin Siyang's brows sank.
'That Qin Yingguang!'
Knowing two twin brothers came to kill him, he killed only one, and didn't bother to tell Qin Siyang.
Was he planning to keep the other one alive for a few days to kill later, then exchange him back for another lifesaving favor?
'Full of tricks like a hornet's nest!'
'Damn it!'
If Qin Siyang hadn't believed that the assassin Xiao Zhigang sent had already been wiped out by Qin Yingguang, would he have dared stroll around South Glory University so openly?
Once he got out, he'd have to go talk things over with Qin Yingguang face to face.
"You pulled me in to kill me?"
"Of course! To kill you. My brother is already dead for that! I must avenge him!"
"Can I ask how much Xiao Zhigang paid you to come to South Glory to kill me? And how did Xiao Zhigang even contact wanted criminals like you on the Snake Deck?"
"Xiao Zhigang? That's none of your business. Qin Siyang, prepare to die!"
Qin Siyang looked exasperated, "You've already blabbed so much, what's the point of leaving those two words out?"
"Hmph! What I just said was what I wanted to say, so I said it! Now that you ask me, why would I tell you who that trash is that killed my brother!"
"He who wrongs has a head, debts have owners, the one who killed your brother is Qin Yingguang; why are you coming after me, Qin Siyang?"
"If not for you, my brother wouldn't have died!"
"That's not right. If it weren't for you and your brother both coming to kill me, your brother wouldn't have died either."
This little Jap was really something.
What business did his brother's death have with Qin Siyang?
Can't beat Qin Yingguang, comes to make trouble for the weak, can't change that habit.
At that moment footsteps sounded from the distance.
Then a figure appeared at the opposite entrance of the arena.
A stocky middle-aged man.
He wore armor, a samurai sword at his waist, his helmet's faceguard opened to reveal a pair of narrow, hate-filled eyes.
He looked exactly like Yamamoto Taro's appearance on the Snake Deck.
He also matched the head of Yamamoto Jiro in the storage chest.
Sure enough, they were twin brothers.
"You love to talk big!"
"When it comes to getting serious, you can't do it."
"The title 'Sick Man of East' suits you perfectly!"
Qin Siyang had been hoping to avoid a fight if possible.
But upon hearing those four words, "Sick Man of East", he abandoned any idea of reconciliation.
A century of humiliation in modern history from his previous life, plus the vile deeds of Yamamoto Taro, hearing such words filled him with hatred.
Besides, he now carried a weapon; his murderous intent couldn't be suppressed.
Just for those four words, if he didn't kill them by dawn, his life would be meaningless.
Qin Siyang narrowed his eyes, a cold light in his gaze, "That's right, it was me who finished off your worthless brother!"
"By dawn I'll send you to the west too, and make the two of you useless cowards gather together!"
Yamamoto Taro laughed heartily, "You're not wearing armor, you don't have a God-hunting tool; your strength is at most just reached Sequence Level Four. I've been Sequence Level Four for over two years, the strong and the weak are already decided. How can you fight me?"
"Who's strong and who's weak isn't for you to decide."
Qin Siyang immediately activated [Violence], a chilling killing aura rippling outward, the knuckles of his fingers clicking.
"Let the King of Hell be the judge!"