When Zhan Ye Hong opened his eyes the next day, the long-lost restraining shackles on his wrist reappeared there once again. And his body was chained to the neck by another thick iron chain, with the other end placed in the farthest corner of the training ground, close to the wall.
Beside him, the golden sand ground where the gladiators were training saw the fallen gladiators stop their training and all looked at him with strange expressions, their eyes squinting and wrinkling their noses.
They were all puzzled, wondering why Zhan Ye Hong had managed to survive. In fact, Zhan Ye Hong himself was also puzzled, wondering about his own performance the previous night.
Although he was controlled by anger and lost his rationality last night, he did not lose his mind. He was very clear about what he had done. But he had no idea how he had managed to do it. That sudden and strange change did not make him feel frightened, but rather extremely delighted. Because he, who had great ambitions, finally saw the hope of regaining his strength.
Strength, strength. Now, whether he opened his eyes or closed them, his mind was filled with strength. But he did not consider the consequences of this terrifying strength at all.
Careless, sometimes is also a kind of happiness.
Zhan Ye Hong only remembered that at that moment, an extremely powerful force suddenly burst out from within his body, and all he did was to let that terrifying power flow freely, fully exerting it to the extreme. Thus, the silver-white aura of the fighting spirit appeared...
Yes! It was the silver-white aura of the fighting spirit!
Silver-white, not the milky white that had existed in his body for ten years!
Zhan Ye Hong suddenly recalled such details, and his heart began to inexplicably stir. A strong desire almost uncontrollably flashed in his eyes. The types of fighting spirit in the world are extremely diverse according to their attributes, but the external released white fighting spirit is only two in the currently known range, pure white light attribute fighting spirit, and the sacred attribute fighting spirit in his body's milky white color.
However, he clearly remembered yesterday night that the fighting spirit he released from his palm was silver-white! Does this mean that there is another training attribute in his body? He, Zhan Ye Hong, still has an extremely huge potential hidden in his training journey? He still has a chance, a chance to recover, a chance to escape, and a chance to realize his aspirations!
That excitement was like a cup of poison wine, just as it had dropped in his mind, it stirred waves and then spread rapidly, unstoppable...
"Gladiators assemble! Hurry up!" While Zhan Ye Hong was thinking carefully, suddenly a voice rang out abruptly in the training ground. The gladiators quickly put down their wooden training weapons and formed an unorganized team, gathering in front of the balcony on one side of the training ground. Several figures in splendid costumes gathered on the balcony, and among them, there was their current master - Bar.
On the second floor balcony, Bar looked at his gladiators under his command, nodded with satisfaction. Then he smiled slightly to the middle-aged man beside him, "Well, Roaldz? You said you would take me to my gladiator training ground, you will have your own way to prove your innocence. Now that you are here, what do you want to do, please go ahead."
The middle-aged man beside Bar was a little thin, but his height was relatively tall, forming a sharp contrast with the fat Bar.,.
,:",''?" The word "survivor" was bitten very hard by Horlautz. Anyone with a modicum of sense would surely understand the meaning behind his words.
Barzhuo snorted and said, "Yes, it's him. But I've already told you that the current Zhan Ye Hong is merely at a level below a first-class swordsman. Do you really think it was he who tore those two first-class swordsmen into two pools of minced meat?"
Horlautz smiled and said, "Whether it was him or not, we still can't say for sure. Since he was a third-class swordsman and managed to survive the death row duel arena, who can guarantee that he doesn't have such capabilities?"
"What exactly do you want to say? Don't think I would deceive you, right?" Barzhuo looked at Horlautz with a somewhat hostile gaze. Today, he went to argue with this Horlautz, but before he could even start, he was snatched back by his words. He said that he was definitely wronged and had nothing to do with him, and so on.
Who doesn't know that there are only two families in Cadia that run the gladiator business, and it wasn't him who killed his own gladiator. Could it really be that it was that guy stuck in the corner, the useless one?
Thinking of this, Barzhuo's eyes also swept over the messy-haired, dirty-faced Zhan Ye Hong in the corner, who looked more like a poor beggar.
"Barzhuo sir, could you have this Zhan Ye Hong of yours fight against the other gladiators? If he doesn't have the ability to kill those two first-class swordsmen, then it will all be clear then, right?" Horlautz said calmly, as if he had already clearly grasped the conclusion of this fight.
Barzhuo looked at Horlautz's nonchalant expression and thought for a moment, then chuckled softly and said, "Okay, then let's try it! Let's see how clear it is. Gladiatorial battle!"
The dwarf who was standing below, at a loss, suddenly became alert and hurriedly stepped out of the formation and shouted loudly, "At your service, my master!"
Barzhuo pointed at the Zhan Ye Hong in the corner and said, "Go and fight that guy in the corner. Do you have any problems?" The gladiator looked at the dispirited Zhan Ye Hong in the corner and sneered disdainfully, then loudly said to Barzhuo, "No problem, my master!"
"Okay, then let's untie him..."
"Wait!"
Just as Barzhuo was about to start, Horlautz suddenly smiled from the side, "Barzhuo sir, when your own gladiator competes against another of your own gladiators, you might be a little more lenient. Such a competition might not be able to reveal the real culprit, right?"
Barz was really getting angry at this moment. He spoke sternly to Horatz, "So, according to Mr. Horatz's words, what should I do? It's said that you are the one to compete, and it's also said that if there's no result, it's you! It seems like you've said everything!"
"No, no... Mr. Barz, you don't need to be angry. What I mean is that it should be our gladiators who fight this battle. Then there won't be any problems." Horatz finished speaking and waved his hand at the guard soldier by the door. It seemed that those soldiers had already received Horatz's instructions and quickly pulled open the training ground's gate, allowing several people to enter from outside.
Barz watched this scene in his heart feeling even more indignant. Horatz's power was growing larger and larger, and his influence in the city was also increasing. He was already an extremely dangerous rival in terms of the family business. The soldiers outside the training ground's gate had already somehow obeyed Horatz's orders. Although these soldiers were not directly under his command, this still revealed a not-so-good signal. He looked at everything before him and glanced at Horatz, who was smiling on his side, secretly clenching his fists.
The two responsible for escorting and one naked gladiator entered the training ground. The two escorting men led the gladiator to the back and then removed the shackles on his hands for him. After bowing to the two nobles on the balcony, they left.
"Kri! Let you represent the Horatz family and the gladiator of Mr. Barz in a fair contest. Is there any problem?" Horatz said with a smile to the gladiator downstairs.
The gladiator named Kri raised his right hand and loudly said, "My life belongs to you, my master!"
"Humph!" Barz, who was beside him, scoffed disdainfully. These actions of Horatz in front of him had completely been regarded by Barz as a demonstration of his own. At this moment, he was no longer interested in the murderer of Tirisu. Now, all he was thinking about was how to completely defeat this annoying opponent around him in the business world. The soldiers outside the training ground's gate had already somehow obeyed Horatz's orders. Although these soldiers were not directly under his command, this still revealed a not-so-good signal. Looking at everything before him, he glanced at Horatz, who was smiling on his side, and secretly clenched his fists.
Kri entered the training ground. Two escorting personnel and one naked gladiator. After the two escorting men led the gladiator to the back, they removed the shackles on his hands and then bowed to the two nobles on the balcony before leaving.
"Kri! Let you represent the Horatz family and the gladiator of Mr. Barz in a fair contest. Is there any problem?" Horatz said with a smile to the gladiator downstairs.
The gladiator named Kri raised his right hand and loudly said, "My life belongs to you, my master!"
"Humph!" Barz, who was beside him, scoffed disdainfully. These actions of Horatz in front of him had completely been regarded by Barz as a demonstration of his own. At this moment, he was no longer interested in the murderer of Tirisu. Now, all he was thinking about was how to completely defeat this annoying opponent around him in the business world. Horatz said to Barz, "How about it, Mr. Barz? Kri is just an ordinary first-level gladiator among my gladiators. Let him compete against Zhan Ye Hong. We can see what the problem is. Shall we start?"
"Start!" Barz nodded and then signaled to the soldiers to release Zhan Ye Hong's shackles. Zhan Ye Hong, due to the distance, did not hear what was happening on the balcony. At this moment, he was only thinking about the mysterious silver-white aura in his body. Therefore, when the soldiers removed his shackles and gave him a short sword, he did not understand exactly what he needed to do. And just as he was puzzled, Kri was already ready for the battle.
"Start!" Horatz's loud voice rang clearly in Barz's training ground. With that voice, Kri raised his short sword and charged towards Zhan Ye Hong.
"Ah!"
A howl, Kri's short sword, with purple light, slashed towards Zhan Ye Hong's body in the air. Zhan Ye Hong finally understood what he needed to do at this moment. However, he was not overly panicked. At this moment, he was about to test the power of that silver-white aura how it was. So, he gently curled his lips and immediately swung his short sword to meet it, while also vigorously urging the aura in his body.
No effect!
Zhan Ye Hong suddenly discovered with horror that his aura in his body still had no sign of being released at all! Not to mention the silver-white mysterious aura from last night, even the little bit of white-luminous sacred aura he usually produced was half of that! Could all the changes last night have all been a dream?
"Bang!" A rather dull sound of wooden hammering rang out. The short sword in Zhan Ye Hong's hand had already fallen towards the distance, swirling in a curved path, while on his neck, Chris's short sword had already pressed against his throat...
"How is it going?" Balzi looked at the battle situation that had already determined the outcome with one blow and sneered at Horlauz beside him, "Now, what else is there to say?"
Horlauz, however, didn't move hurriedly. Instead, he gestured to Chris with a casual wave, indicating that he should step back and release Zhan Ye Hong. Then, he turned to the soldiers below and said, "Change their swords to steel ones! Make them sharper!"
"Yes!" The soldiers completely obeyed Horlauz's order and carried it out promptly.
Balzi couldn't help but shout angrily, "Horlauz, what exactly do you want to do!" ?"
Hou Laozhu muttered, "If you don't simulate the critical situations, how can you expect him to truly exert his true strength?" After saying that, Hou Laozhu turned to Kree and said, "Remember, when you fight him again later, use all your strength. If you kill him, I'll take the blame for your master."
Kree heard this and raised his right hand again, shouting loudly, "My life belongs to you, my master!"
Baal grasped Hou Laozhu's coat and lowered his voice, "Hou Laozhu, don't be too extreme! What if Zhan Ye Hong doesn't hide his strength? Then I'll lose another gladiator!"
Hou Laozhu shook off Baal's hand and said coldly, "In that case, this Zhan Ye Hong is nothing but a useless person who is even worse than a first-level swordsman. What do you have to be sorry about!" ?" Baal's face also froze at what Houlaux said. And Houlaux immediately added, "If he is truly a useless person, then death is not something to be regretted..."
Zhan Ye Hong took the steel short sword handed to him by the soldier. The sharp tip of the sword made him feel a slight dizziness. At his current state, he probably wouldn't survive more than three strikes from the opponent, right? Zhan Ye Hong stared at the hand holding the sword, and his eyes began to flicker.
Where did that feeling, that power, that ki... all went? Why couldn't they come out again? Could all of this really be just a dream of mine? But...
"Both sides are ready!" Houlaux slowly raised his right hand again on the balcony. Keli downstairs also weighed the fine steel sword in his hand, and then prepared for the attack. The only one who remained stunned seemed to be Zhan Ye Hong.
Baal's face watched this seemingly inevitable scene, and he couldn't help but shake his head gently. However, at this moment, he also somewhat agreed with Houlaux's words. If Zhan Ye Hong was truly just at the level of a beginner swordsmen, then death was not something to be regretted.