Iron Feather City, a city located on the border between the Noah Empire and the Orcs, is a neutral city and is not subject to the control of any country. The main sources of the city's economy are slave trade, gambling, and "spectating competitions."
Iron Feather City is not hostile to any country or race, and welcomes all races to "consume" here. It is a chaotic place where dragons and snakes are mixed.
Iron Feather City, Iron Feather Arena.
The mood of the audience in the seats was very high.
"kill!!"
"Kill him!!"
"You fucking do it!!"
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Noisy.
It's really noisy.
The noisy crowd, the noisy ugliness, the noisy world.
The young man looked at the people in the auditorium expressionlessly, his cold eyes like a wolf looking at the lamb in the sheepfold.
The audience who noticed the young man's gaze were stunned. The people above were all dressed in luxurious clothes and wore masks inlaid with gold and silver. They were certainly different from the young man below who was naked and was being reduced to a plaything.
They are truly comfort lambs.
But no matter how ferocious the wolf was, it couldn't get over the ten-meter-high iron fence, so they just stood stunned for a while and laughed wantonly. Moreover, because the young man showed such an interesting expression, some golden people in the crowd were also shocked.
The masters began to whisper, seeming to be preparing to increase their bets on him.
The young man held a broken knife stained with blood in his left hand, and the sharp blade was pointed at the throat of the shirtless man at his feet.
Those people were still making noisy noises above. They were clamoring for the young victor to quickly cut off the strong man's windpipe. It would be best to cut off the strong man's head with the horned helmet in its entirety and hold it in their hands for them to appreciate.
This exciting scene.
Sigh...why are these people doing this? Do they like killing so much?
The young fighter simply couldn't understand the psychology of those on the stage. He just felt his ears were ringing and his heart was irritated.
From the corner of his eye, the young man caught a glimpse of the owner of this place, Baron Feng Ze, tapping the ground with his gem-encrusted cane. It was obvious that the other party was asking him to do something, otherwise he would not be able to leave based on the atmosphere.
These unreasonable guys are really a bunch of scum!!
"Why don't you just die?" the boy said, raising the knife.
"oh!!"
Following the boy's movements, the well-dressed people cheered again, the atmosphere on the stage was high, and some even whistled.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
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The fat commentator Mr. Braun also picked up the loudspeaker at this time. He cleared his throat first, and then said in a cheerful tone: "Ahem! Okay! The black-haired boy is finally moving! Let us see
Let’s see how our unexpected winner will judge the loser ‘Horned Beast’!”
Seeing that the young man had already raised the broken knife, every muscle of the shirtless man who was unable to move under the young man's feet was twitching. He begged the young man for mercy in a half-crying tone: "Ah! Spare, spare me!"
The young man sneered at this and said: "When you fought with me before, you made a fatal move. If I were stepped on like you and begged for mercy, would you listen?"
"Well!!"
Faced with the boy's question, the man named "Horned Beast" was stunned for a while. It was obvious that he would not be merciful to his defeated generals. He relied on ruthlessly executing the losers after the game to win the victory.
The attention of the funders, and because he always wore a fierce-looking horned helmet when he appeared on the stage, he was called the "Horned Beast".
"But, I still beg you to let me go, please, I, I want to live!"
This strong man cried and begged for mercy at the young man's feet. He still wanted to live.
"That's how you want to live?"
The young man shook his head and put down the broken knife he held high again.
The atmosphere on the field also dropped again. People began to curse the young man for his toughness. No matter how much the commentator Braun tried to lighten the atmosphere, he could not prevent people from becoming violent. People even began to throw their hands at the fighting field.
items inside.
Braun, who was so embarrassed, threw his leather shoes off his face and said angrily: "Maybe our little brat hasn't been weaned yet, let's give this little brat some time and see what he will do."
The young man held the knife with his left hand. This was not because he was left-handed, but because his right hand could no longer use force. It had been dislocated and almost completely turned over. His forehead and back were covered with sweat from endurance.
There was an element of luck in defeating the strong man's "horned beast". There were many red, swollen or purple scars on the young man's body, which were all caused by the "horned beast" under his feet.
Yes, this man attacked the boy from the beginning, attacking his fatal part from the beginning, beating him until he was unable to fight back, and breaking the boy's right arm.
If the "Horned Beast" hadn't planned to engage in some ornamental killings from behind, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of it, I'm afraid he would be the one being killed now.
Thinking of this, the young man raised the broken knife again. In the cold light of the blade, the crowd on the stage finally calmed down, and they were carefully watching the young man's next step.
"Ugh!!"
The shirtless man let out a scream. He wanted to struggle, but was helpless that all his strength had been sucked away by the young man's magical black fighting spirit, and he could not escape from the young man's feet.
The young man took a breath, salty sweat seeping into the wound, and the hand holding the broken knife trembled slightly.
He asked the man one last time:
"Why are you begging me for mercy? Is it important to live? Is it more important than dignity?"
"Uh! Ugh!!"
But the strong man was too frightened and could not speak, and the young man just dropped his knife.
At this time, Braun patted his fat belly and said with a pleased expression: "Look, our black-haired boy finally... eh?"
clang!!
As soon as the collision was heard, the whole place was in an uproar.
The broken knife hit the iron baffle of the horned helmet, and the sharp edge was only one millimeter away from the scalp of the "horned beast".
"hateful!"
The young man bit his lip, blood dripping from his white teeth.
Just give me a peaceful death, okay?
Don't beg me for mercy, don't make such sad sounds, and don't cry in such a useless way!
How can I... do it like this?
The pain came over his body again. The young man gritted his teeth and pulled out the broken knife from the horned helmet.
This man probably has a reason to live, right?
No matter how humble, how shameless, how despicable that reason was... it was still a reason for him to live.
Much better than...me.
"Eh?!"
The horned beast opened his eyes and saw the blade standing in front of him. His heart was still beating, and he knew he was still alive.
"you……"
Before the strong man had time to say anything, the young man had already stepped off him, and the broken knife in his hand was thrown to the ground like a piece of tatters. He turned around and walked towards the passage leading to the lounge without stopping.
This result disappointed the people on the stage. They booed, and the horned beast got up from the ground, took off its damaged horned helmet and smiled at the people above.
Baron Feng Ze, who was standing in the middle of the VIP table, shook his head at the young man's leaving figure, then turned his head and whispered to an armored guard next to him.
The guard nodded, walked to the fence, and raised the steel crossbow in front of the strong man with the slave mark on his face in the fighting arena.
"Well!!"
The horned beast felt bad and turned around to run towards the exit passage. However, the iron gate of the passage had been lowered, and no matter how hard he beat it, there was no sign of it opening.
So the horned beast had to turn around and kneel down, and shouted: "Lord Feng Ze, spare your life! Ugh!!"
Whoosh!
A bright silver crossbow arrow pierced the throat of this shirtless man. He covered the fatal wound with both hands and did not die for the time being.
But it's not over yet.
The three gates in front of the horned beast opened, and a dozen hungry mountain wolves ran out. They rushed towards the dying prey.
Because the horned beast's trachea was shot through, it couldn't even scream and was eaten by hungry wolves.
Looking at the corpses in the fighting arena, the people on the stage cheered again, obviously they were very satisfied with this compensation performance.
The young man who turned around and left didn't know what the strong man was going through. He just walked down the passage and then...
He pressed his head against the cold wall, covered his abdomen with his left hand, hunched over like a lobster and began to vomit.
There was a little blood in the boy's vomit. In the previous fight, his opponent hit him hard in the abdomen with his knee. In addition to the abdominal organs, the attack also affected several ribs.
Judging from this situation, it is estimated that there are symptoms of bleeding in the internal organs, and there may also be some cracks in the bones that were hit.
The fact that he was able to walk down seemingly unharmed just now was entirely the result of hard work.
Now the boy's face was pale, big beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead, and his vomitus had changed from stomach acid to thick blood.
After a while, his body finally couldn't hold on any longer. The boy turned his toes, closed his eyes, and slid down with his back against the wall.
Next, his consciousness was in a fuzzy state, and he vaguely heard many footsteps and shouts.
"Quick! Get the stretcher!"
"This kid is dying!!"
"Therapist! Therapist!!"
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Before completely losing consciousness, the young man sneered and murmured: