One day later, Zhan Ye Hong was taken to the training ground where the gladiators were. Under the rough pushing of the escort soldiers, he staggered into this his new home, his new environment. He gained a new identity - a slave gladiator.
"Back then, I sneaked out of my father's house to join the army, thinking of shining the family name. But now... Hmph! My strength... is it gone? Without the world, wouldn't I still be like this?"
Zhan Ye Hong looked at his wrists that had been released from the shackles with self-mockery. Now, his strength was almost completely lost, and he even didn't have the shackles anymore. Even the enemies had given up their vigilance towards him as a prisoner. He was no longer worth wasting such high-quality prison equipment. Zhan Ye Hong had truly become a useless person. Although the strong-willed part of his heart didn't want to accept it, he had no choice but to accept the role of a useless person.
"Hey!" Suddenly, a group of naked men gathered in front of him. They were called guys because there were not only humans among them.
The slave gladiators in the Eagle Ro Republic came from various sources. Criminals from their own country, slaves from other races, and prisoners from other countries who were not redeemed by their own countries and had a strength of less than a third-level swordsman were all thrown into this large training ground and became ordinary gladiators. They provided the most bloody entertainment for the citizens of the Republic with their lives and blood.
The figure standing in front of him was more than twenty, all with thick and powerful muscles, thick and broad in build. This should be the entire lineup of the gladiator training ground. Leading the way was a stocky dwarf. It was impossible to tell whether he was a hill dwarf or a mountain dwarf, but Zhan Ye Hong, through observation, thought the latter was more likely. Because this dwarf's height was already quite good, he had already reached the height of his chest. His muscles were knotted, strong and powerful, his long beard reached his waist, like a huge broom.
"Hey!" The dwarf held his chest with both hands and raised his chin at Zhan Ye Hong, arrogantly saying: "You are the new one, right?"
Zhan Ye Hong ignored him. He could tell that this dwarf was only at the level of a second-level swordsman. In his eyes, he was a completely unimpressive opponent. For such a guy, and a lowly dwarf, he simply didn't care. Zhan Ye Hong glanced at him and walked straight away, wanting to pass through the crowd on the side.
But then, suddenly, a tall man appeared in front of him. Blocking his way. He spoke in a thick Eagle Ro accent: "Hey! We are asking you a question. The new one, it's best to be honest and follow our arrangements. This way, everyone will get along better."
Zhan Ye Hong seemed not to have heard, still walking forward with his head down. He remembered that the escort soldiers had said that his room and bed were in the farthest corner of the shabby building at the end of the training ground.
"Hey, you damn idiot, are you deaf? Did you hear me talking to you?" !" Then, the Eagle-Ro person suddenly pushed at Zhan Ye Hong's shoulder. The tremendous force made Zhan Ye Hong quickly retreat several steps backward, using his legs to desperately twist and turn before not falling directly to the ground.
Zhan Ye Hong clenched his fists tightly, but then immediately loosened them. If it were his former self, others would have beaten him up if they were a little bit unkind, but now... "When a tiger falls into a stable and is then bullied by a dog, this guy who has just surpassed the level of a first-class swordsman can even touch and molest me!" Zhan Ye Hong suddenly shook his head and smiled, then his expression stiffened again as he stubbornly raised his head.
"Hey, this guy still has a stubborn temper, but judging from the fact that he hasn't even reached the level of a first-class swordsman, he must be a guy like that!" The Eagle-Ro person who had just been laughing at Zhan Ye Hong looked around him and said with a smile.
At this moment, suddenly a tall and thin tiger person came over and used his sharp claws to comb through his fur, looking at Zhan Ye Hong and smiling. "Hey, guys, you don't even recognize him?"
The people who were originally looking at Zhan Ye Hong with great enthusiasm all turned their heads when they heard the tall person's words. That dwarf shouted, "Hey! Omar! What do you know? Hurry up and tell me before I smash your eyes with my fists!"
Omar, who had heard this, immediately bent his body down. Unlike the tiger people, he seemed more like a docile cat. He smiled at Zhan Ye Hong and then respectfully said, "Guys, this new guy is called Zhan Ye Hong! He is the only death penalty gladiator who has survived leaving the Great Arena in the past ten years!"
"Shut up!"
"No one believes you!"
"Omar, don't just brag without making a plan?"
The Eagle-Ro person also directly and unkindly lifted Omar up with one hand, scolding, "You, just talk about this guy?" He pointed at the silent Zhan Ye Hong with his single finger and said, "Look at that embarrassing look on his face. He is just an apprentice level who is even worse than a first-class swordsman. Even if he is a ninth-class apprentice, how could he survive in the claws of those fierce beasts? Hmph!"
After saying that, he suddenly threw Omar onto the ground.
Omar rubbed his bottom in pain and hurriedly defended, "Tirisu, I didn't lie to you! It was really him! I learned from the guards that he was! This guy was actually an officer of the Cysi race and seemed to be a noble. After being captured, no one came to buy him back, so he was brought into the Great Arena to participate in the death penalty duel. It is said that he was originally at the level of a third-class swordsman. Hehe, but he fought to a stalemate with a monster from the Horse Tribe and killed that Horse Tribe guy. It seems that his own strength has completely disappeared."
When Omar said this, Zhan Ye Hong, who had been silent all along, suddenly clenched his fists tightly and his teeth deeply sank into the hard lower lip.
Zhan Ye Hong stood there trembling with his body, allowing the gladiators around him to spit and point at him. But his thoughts had inadvertently returned to a month ago, to that Cardia Great Arena with nearly 90,000 spectators...
At that time, Zhan Ye Hong was still a death penalty gladiator elected as a prisoner without a ransom, forced to enter the Great Arena to fight against terrifying beasts. The opponent in that battle was the Horse Tribe's Muradzha.
He was seriously injured. The injuries he suffered at that time were really severe. Especially in his lower abdomen, it seemed that there was a strange force trying to drill into his body.
The golden sand ground, under the sunlight, became even more golden, but in front of him, a pool of bright red blood appeared. Due to excessive blood loss, his vision became blurry and his steps were unsteady. However, Zhan Ye Hong still managed to stand up. Looking at the horseman warrior facing him, who was holding a broken spear.
"I am the centurion of the Shixi Army, the heir of Kusese Castle." Zhan Ye Hong still remembered the words he kept repeating in his mind at that time. "I cannot lose! How could I lose? Not to this barbarian! This monster!"
The excruciating pain from the wound had already occupied most of his brain's sensations, and the heart and lungs inside his body also sent a burning pain from the inside out. However, he still held the long sword in his hand and once again howled and charged forward amid the cries of the 90,000 people.
And the horseman warrior Mu La Cha on the opposite side suddenly shouted loudly. His four hooves stomped on the sand ground, raising a cloud of dust, and collided with Zhan Ye Hong's charge!
Both sides had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and they had reached the end of their strength.
Suddenly, with the last bit of strength, Zhan Ye Hong rose high into the air again. Using the gravity of his fall to raise the long sword above his head, he slashed down at Mu La Cha. The figure of the horseman of the tribe Mu La Cha appeared in the sunlight at that moment, his broken spear shining with a brownish light, aiming directly at the rapidly falling Zhan Ye Hong.
In the arena, there were no survivors.
For any of them, this blow was bound to be a confrontation with no escape route!
"Drink!"
"Drink!"
The white and brown lights simultaneously burst out with the brightest brilliance at that moment...
"Bang!" The gale blew in all directions, and the sand around them rose again in a small tornado centered on the two of them. The white and brown colors intermingled, accompanied by the swirling sky dragon tornado, depicting a beautiful scene of life being depicted. In the 90,000-person beast arena, exclamations rose up, and then there was silence, waiting quietly for the final result to be revealed.
After a while, the wind died down and the dust settled.
The two figures, already dressed in golden statues by the sand, leaned on each other motionlessly.
Mu La Cha looked at the long sword stuck in his chest, and then at the panting and exhausted Zhan Ye Hong, suddenly excitedly shouting, "Indeed, indeed! You... Saint... It's the pattern of the dragon... You... Saint..."
"Bang" - both fell to the ground at the same time.
People could only see that the long sword held by Zhan Ye Hong was firmly inserted into the cracked breastplate Mu La Cha had just been slashed through. And the latter, with his eyes wide open, had an inexplicable smile on his lips. ...
"Oh?" The surrounding exclamations suddenly interrupted Zhan Ye Hong's recollection. He raised his head and stared fixedly at the group of malicious gladiators in front of him.
Perhaps through Omar's narration, they all became interested in Zhan Ye Hong's sudden appearance. The man named Tirisu, an eagle-roper, strode forward to Zhan Ye Hong's side, looking down arrogantly at him and saying, "Huh, I didn't expect it. This lad is probably not yet twenty years old, still a tough fighter, a third-level swordsman, and a noble? I, Tirisu, have never taught a third-level swordsman noble before in my life!"
The dwarf beside him snorted and said, "I say Tirisu, don't connect things together. You haven't fought a third-level swordsman or a noble in your entire life, have you?" The gladiators around listened and all laughed heartily. However, Tirisu calmly said, "It doesn't matter. Today, we can have a fight. Hey, little noble, I challenge you. Come on, let's test each other."
Damn it!
Zhan Ye Hong's eyes were wide with contempt as he stared at Tirisu. His fists were clenched tightly, and his nails had deeply dug into his flesh. His heart was filled with extreme hatred. How could such a small first-level swordsman dare to challenge me? Not to mention in the former Cezhi Kingdom. Even on the battlefield against the eagle-rope army, he had never regarded such a minor figure as worthy of his attention. But now...
"I... I... refuse..." Zhan Ye Hong muttered angrily, but the word "refuse" just wouldn't come out. Since childhood, he had never refused any duel challenge from anyone. Being brave and fighting fiercely, he Zhan Ye Hong, relying on his genius training progress, was already grateful enough not to actively cause trouble for others. Even when facing the provocation of the famous horse-tribe warrior, Zhan Ye Hong was equally confident. But now...
"Refuse... What do you mean by refuse? Is it refusal?" Tirisu exaggeratedly placed one hand over his ear, then turned around and opened his hands wide, laughing loudly, "Hey, you noble of Cezhi, the third-level swordsman noble of Cezhi! Are you so afraid to fight with such a little criminal of the eagle-rope tribe? Oh my god! The supreme god! Do the people of Cezhi really be like what the rumors say, a bunch of pigs?"
Laughter erupted, and all the people around, even the bearded dwarf, were exaggeratedly wagging their beards.
Zhan Ye Hong's lips had been bitten until they bled, and his eyes were fixed on the people in front of him. But the word "refuse" still lingered on his lips, unable to be swallowed back or spoken out.
Zhan Ye Hong was like this, carefree, but he would never back down in the slightest on matters related to his bottom line. Dignity was one of his bottom lines.
At this moment, Tirisu suddenly turned around and spat a mouthful of saliva at Zhan Ye Hong. The saliva hung on Zhan Ye Hong's face, still carrying a trace of thick phlegm. Zhan Ye Hong angrily wiped it off with his sleeve, his chest rising and falling, but he didn't move a step.
Tirisu snorted disdainfully and then said, "Hey, Cezhi pig, if you don't dare to accept my challenge, then just crawl around this training ground and imitate the sound of a pig. Then, I'll let you go." How's that? "Ha ha ha ha ha..."
"Ugh!" Zhan Ye Hong suddenly spat at the smug Tili Su, and the saliva, still carrying the bloodstain from his lips, instantly went into Tili Su's mouth. Making him, who was laughing uncontrollably, choke and swallow it right there.
"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha!" Zhan Ye Hong watched Tili Su, who was desperately vomiting, and suddenly laughed wildly. Just like the way he used to mock his opponents after defeating them.
"Laugh at your mother!" Tirisu suddenly raised his hand angrily, and with a rapid gust of force, he slapped Zhan Ye Hong forcefully. "Bang!" The tremendous force hit Zhan Ye Hong's cheek, and without the protection of his ki, he was flung into the air. Then, he fell clumsily to the ground five steps away. His cheek swelled, and blood gushed out from his mouth again.
Tirisu didn't stop there. He rushed over immediately and forcefully kicked Zhan Ye Hong in the abdomen. The intense pain instantly hit him, causing another round of violent convulsions throughout his body. He hugged his abdomen in pain and rolled on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Still laughing? Laugh!" Tirisu said while kicking Zhan Ye Hong's body forcefully. The intense pain made Zhan Ye Hong unable to hold back and let out a groan. However, he stubbornly endured it and didn't utter a single cry of pain.
After a long time, when Tirisu felt that the fighting was not interesting anymore, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Zhan Ye Hong and walked away angrily. "The Shixi Pig is still a tough nut to crack."
At this moment, the dwarves watching the commotion nearby suddenly walked over and, in front of Zhan Ye Hong, unzipped his pants and laughed, "I heard that the pigs you humans raise all like feces and urine. Maybe this Shixi Pig is the same? I'll try it to see if he's particularly happy about the urine!"
As a result, the interest of the others was also aroused. This was the gladiatorial training ground. There weren't many kind-hearted people here, and kind-hearted people had no chance to enter this place. Twenty or so people came one after another, laughing as they left their urine on Zhan Ye Hong's body.
The stinky smell and the sense of humiliation invaded Zhan Ye Hong's heart. But at this moment, all he could do was roll and dodge. At this moment, his desire for strength had never been so intense.
When everyone finished this game, the dwarf finally loudly announced, "Alright, newcomer. This is a warning for you. My name is Doudi, and I'm the boss here. From now on, you need to be responsible for cleaning the feces in the training ground, cleaning the ground, and washing our clothes. During training, you need to be a good sparring partner for us. Hehe, don't worry, I'll let the obedient ones live here!"
After saying that, Doudi chuckled and walked away with the other gladiators, laughing and chatting. Tirisu looked at the disheveled Zhan Ye Hong and spat a mouthful of phlegm on his face, then said, "Remember my words. Put that annoying expression of yours away. In front of us, always be a good pig. This will save you a lot of trouble! Hmph!" Then, he stepped on Zhan Ye Hong's face with one foot hard and walked away carelessly.
On the messy sandy ground, only Zhan Ye Hong, covered in filth and in a state of utter confusion, stood up, stumbling. He walked away from the group with a fierce look.
"One day, I'll make you all pay the price!" Zhan Ye Hong clenched his fists, blood slowly flowing from the gaps between his palms and nails, dripping all over the ground.