The sky was getting hotter in the morning, and the long street was filled with crowds. Pedestrians stood along the street and bowed respectfully. In the middle of the road ahead, a cavalry was in long rows, and the cracks of armor made a light friction sound, pressing the hilt of the sword, guarding the huge car in the middle to head to the arena.

Marquis Ikamain personally went to the arena to watch the news of the weapon master's fight, which had spread throughout Tatasia two days ago.

The wealthy merchants and powerful people in the city were all dispatched at this time. It was an honor to be able to watch the battle with the marquis. Moreover, bringing their own children with them might leave a little impression on the marquis.

And this time, it seems that Lord Alund, the son of the Marquis, will come together.

The red carpets were already laid out at the entrance and exit of the arena. The more powerful officials in the city and the powerful waited early, and their own small circles were talking about the marquis, the upper country, or the recently emerging weapon master. Xia.

Of course, discussing the first two together does not mean that they are equal positions. The powerful and powerful are always powerful and weapon masters. Xia But in order to pursue the popularity, they talk about the idle things they talk about.

"Do you know the details of that Xia?"

"I'm not very clear... However, those gamblers who lose their eyes should check it."

"I heard that this person only has one arm and one eye, and is a weird person..."

"It's all so powerful. If he had two arms... no, if he had two arms, he wouldn't have to come to the arena. To play in the north, it would be a hundred times better than now."

"It's just one eye. His closed eyes are said to be able to open it. It seems that once it is opened, it will activate more powerful martial arts."

.....

Amid the nagging discussion, the sound of horns sounded at the end of the Arena Street. The powerful people who were originally divided into several circles quickly lined up in two rows, and the sound of hoofs extended from afar.

The cavalry team escorted along the way, halfway through, then slowly stopped in the gesture of the cavalry leader. Someone came to open the door in front of the red carpet. Inside, Ikamain walked down and nodded friendly to the civilians who were blocked behind the soldiers around him.

Behind him was a man in his thirties, with an appearance of 80 or 90% similar to that of the old man. He had no beard. After walking out of the car, he smiled and whispered a few words with his father in front of him, stretched out his hand sideways inside, and invited a female family member to the gentleman.

His fiancée, a woman in a fluffy skirt, had beautiful hair and sunshine, and was led by Ellend, and walked down the wooden steps step by step. Under his charming smile, his skirt with open shoulders was white in skin, and the two gullies that occasionally drifted across his chest were eye-catching.

"Get in."

Ikamain turned around in front and whispered to the two of them, and waved to the powerful and officials around them, walking in front of them, and the car behind them were chased by several guards with different figures and dresses, following closely, and walked into the guest passage of the arena with the Marquis.

Woo--

Over the arena, the horn sounded.

Fitch, the arena operator standing at the entrance of the hall, quickly took off his hat on his head, and headed to the fifth floor with the best view and the safest terrace. It was also the location where the Marquis' family specialized in watching the gladiator.

Alandra opened a chair with a backrest and invited his fiancée to sit down. After he sat down beside his father. In the woman's sight, he straightened his back and looked solemn, and sometimes with a serious look, pointing to this arena and talking to his father to express his opinions.

Then, I would also turn my face to communicate with my female companion and take good care of her.

"Kelly, this arena is the largest and most famous in the Southern Continent. The tax revenue in the entire Tatasia accounts for one-third, which is one of the industries of our Tilatima family. However, there are a few industries like this. I will take you to see if you have time."

On the chair next to him, his fiancée, a woman named Kaylin, wore lace white gloves, overlapped on her knees, her green eyes slightly slanted on the corners of her eyes, looking at her attentive fiancé, she stood up with two ravines and smiled with a pursed lips.

"There is Lord Ailund, but why did the Marquis suddenly bring us to the arena today...is it related to the recent circulating weapon master. Xia?"

"So that's it." Alande retracted his gaze from the snow-white surface, and his eyes were seriously swept across the audience's seats that were already full of viewers.

He whispered: "There will always be many gold diggers who take risks to come and make a fortune. In this case, the father will also let them make a profit and then leave. But this time it is different. The weapon master has won many games in a row. As long as the money he earns is not spent randomly, it can be comfortable for a few years. But now he does not leave and has killed many people... I suspect that the other party is here to kill people for fun."

"Is it the Marquis' guess?"

Alande straightened his chest: "It's my guess."

The woman chuckled slightly, and did not continue to speak. She turned her eyes to the arena below. Soon, Ikamain's voice sounded on the big chair in the middle.

"Feich, let's start."

"yes!"

The blue minions roared, and the horns mounted on the walls blew again. The sound of the horns continued. In the passage below the arena building, the anklets echoed jingle. A thin figure walked through the iron fenced cells with a plate of fruit, passed through the edge of the stinky slave detention center, turned to a corner of the corridor, and rang a very comfortable single room.

"Come in." There is awkward Tedria language coming from inside, and the sound of pages turning.

The woman wearing anklets pushed the door and stepped in carefully on the floor covered with white blankets, afraid of getting dirty, but her face was numb and could not see her expression. She occasionally glanced at the figure sitting in a soft chair in front of her reading a book, or glanced at several weapons she had never seen before on the weapon stand.

When I placed the fruit platter on the small round table next to the chair, the sound of flipping the pages in the chair stopped, and Xia Yi's voice sounded.

"Every world has its civilization born, and the civilization in this world has reached a very powerful level. Why are there still slaves and such a low-level system?"

The girl looked at the fruit on the plate and swallowed her saliva. When she heard these words, her mind couldn't turn... Shouldn't slaves exist?

"My hometown...or, my ethnic group has been enslaved and lived a difficult life, but in the end, I stood up straight and raised my head... We also have a song, and I like the lyrics in it the most: Get up, people who don't want to be slaves will build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!"

The girl remained silent, still staring at the fruit that emitted the fragrance. The words stopped there. When the figure stood up, she quickly lowered her head and stood there obediently, not daring to look again.

After a moment, footsteps sounded outside the door. The receptionist who had received Xia Yi was standing at the door with a flushed face and looked at Xia Yi who was standing in the room excitedly: "Xia, the Marquis is really here, your opportunity is here. If possible, maybe you will be recruited into the ranks of powerful people! I will also become a famous gladiator consultant!"

"Yes, my chance is here." Xia Yi, who was biting a piece of fruit, said with a smile, throwing the fruit to Gaga who was napping on the furry carpet, then walked to the clothes hanger, grabbed a white one-sided cloak, stretched it down from the neck to one side, covering the shoulders of the broken arm and half of the body.

This is the arena that he only has one arm and a cloak sewn specially, which is used to cover up the disabled parts and also improves his entire image and is used for publicity.

On the weapon stand, the painting halberd, the green dragon sword, and the black iron heavy sword also flew over when Xia Yi went out, intertwined and stuck to his back.

The moment I went out, the originally dull slave girl in the room suddenly made a hoarse sound.

She stared at the dirty insteps and whispered: "What is the city?"

Outside the door, Xia Yi turned his face and smiled.

"That... when you want to stand straight, you will understand."

The receptionist next to him blinked and looked at Xia Yi in confusion. He didn't understand what the other party was saying. Then he urged: "Xia, let's go quickly. The fight is about to begin. You must be careful this time. The opponent was sent by the Marquis, and they are all very powerful."

"It's interesting to be awesome."

Xia Yi patted his shoulder, turned around and walked to the passage. After walking for a while, his vision became dark and a stench filled the air, which was the smell of a slave prison.

The sound of tingling iron chains kept ringing from the darkness of the cells on both sides. Someone walked forward with his hands and ankles and grabbed the iron railing, watching Xia Yi pass through his sight.

I was so hoarse that I didn't know what to say, more and more slaves around me came out of the darkness and came behind the iron fence, slapped the iron fence hard, making rhythmic thumping sounds.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound extends to the outside, mixed with the sound of the horn, forming a unique sound. During these twenty days, because of Xia Yi, at least more than 500 of these slaves lived for more than twenty days...

The brilliant sky light formed a dazzling light on the gate leading to the arena, like a familiar light door open. Xia Yi blocked the receptionist who followed him with his arm, "Just come here, the rest of the road is not what you took."

Then, Jie Gaga followed under the cloak and stepped into the light gate.

*******

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, today's gladiator will detonate your vision and allow you to have never seen the battle. Today's challenger will be our Marquis sending out the most powerful players--"

In the excited and excited commentary voice, Ikamain raised his hand to the servant beside him, explaining the following words: "——Please invite the famous Gemini, the once famous Melanen brothers in the arena!!"

A pair of figures wearing tight leather armor jumped from the terrace to the sky. In countless amazement, they crossed a long track, their legs together, and their hands were hugged straight, and they stood on two stone pillars on one side of the arena with two thuds.

The clean and neat movements attracted applause and shouts from countless audiences around.

"This is the gladiator who came out of the arena the year before yesterday. He was twins. After he came out, he kept working for me, the Tilatima family. What do you think of them?"

On the terrace, Elend couldn't help but introduce the twins standing in the wind on the stone pillar. When he looked at the woman next to him, the latter couldn't help but nod: "Although I don't understand, I must be very powerful when it comes to the movement."

Just as the two of them were talking, the commentator of the arena was loud.

"............The Melanes are back here again. It seems that their popularity has never decreased. But today, what they want to challenge is to win sixty consecutive victories, a stronger opponent-"

Ikamain narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to the exit on the other side. Karin and Alande, who were discussing, also looked over there, and countless eyes were also looking over in this loud voice.

"...Ask, weapon master!! Xia——"

As the sound fell.

When the wind blew past the dust at the exit, a pair of feet stepped out of the shadow in the passage, revealing the figure in the cloak. Walking out, three weapons crossed on the back, one arm hanging on the side, and the wind blew here, and it was a rustling sound. The white cloak wrapped around the body moving forward, stretching, rolling in the air, making a sound.

Under the dark hair, looking at the two identical figures on the stone pillar, the eyes showed a cold moment, revealing the chilling posture of the God of War to everyone.

...This is an illusion.
Chapter completed!