Balziornus snorted. "Let's wait and see how your fighting spirit develops. I'm not sure yet if your skills can reach the level of being able to control yourself completely. Wait until you have that ability, then we'll talk about the rewards. Don't worry, I won't mistreat you."
Zhan Ye Hong took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Master. But I have one more request."
Balziornus furrowed his brows. Clearly, he was on the verge of exploding. Bargaining with a slave like this could ruin his reputation and his standing in Cadia. Balziornus snorted but only uttered one word, "Speak!"
Zhan Ye Hong said, "I would like to continue training in the gladiator training grounds. I think it would be more beneficial for my training there."
"Oh?" Balziornus was clearly taken aback. He never expected that Zhan Ye Hong's request would be such a thing. This request wasn't overly demanding, and even too easy. But because it was too easy, it made Balziornus feel stunned. Just now, he had hinted to him that for this month, he could receive various privileges, including comfortable living and training conditions.
However, Balziornus immediately understood. It seems that in the gladiator training grounds, Zhan Ye Hong, as a captured noble, had suffered a lot of abuse. Now that he had turned from a loser to a winner, he would naturally want to take revenge. As a noble himself, Balziornus seemed to understand the rationality of this behavior. Forgiveness has never been a necessary virtue for nobles.
He was right about this. For Zhan Ye Hong, avenging his enemies was his motto.
"Whether you are someone else or not, in the face of hatred, you are a bad person; whether you were someone else in your daily life, you must be the worst bad person on the battlefield!" Zhan Ye Hong remembered this sentence, remembering it more firmly than anything else. His eyes shone with intensity as he stared fixedly at Balziornus's mouth until Balziornus said, "Okay, no problem."
Then, Zhan Ye Hong stood up and saluted Balziornus. "Then, I'll go back and train now."
Balziornus waved his hand to the female elf beside him and said, "Jina, take Zhan Ye Hong down. Don't let him wander around elsewhere." The female elf named Jina nodded and then led Zhan Ye Hong towards the door.
"Zhan Ye Hong!" Suddenly, Balziornus called out to Zhan Ye Hong from behind. Zhan Ye Hong turned his head in confusion and looked at Balziornus. Balziornus was twirling his wine glass while saying, "Remember, don't kill or cripple them. That's still my property."
Zhan Ye Hong's lips curled up, and he nodded. "Please, Master, rest assured. Your property will only increase in value, not decrease."
After saying that, he was guided by Jina and slowly walked towards the outside of the castle.
"Hi... er... We met again!" When the door behind them closed, only he and Jina were walking side by side along the long corridor. Zhan Ye Hong smiled awkwardly at Jina and said. It turns out that these two were actually old acquaintances. Jina coldly glanced at him and said, "Well, what's the matter with that?"
When Zhan Ye Hong was injured by the horse tribe's Murakha last time, it was Jina who treated him. Counting from then on, the two actually weren't that unfamiliar. However, Zhan Ye Hong was mostly in a coma at that time, and there was very little communication with Jina.
"I remember, er... you, you're named Jina, right?" Zhan Ye Hong said as he touched the back of his head, then put on a sunny smile and greeted Jina. His mood was extremely good at the moment. Although he couldn't escape Cadia for the time being, his living conditions had been greatly changed due to the sudden recovery of his strength. However, Jinna still showed no interest in Zhan Ye Hong. She just walked in silence all the way, swaying her slender waist like a willow branch in front of Zhan Ye Hong. Seeing this, Zhan Ye Hong couldn't help but feel a stir in her heart.
"If I win the duel in a month, I will ask Bal Shu for this female elf slave. I wonder if that old dog will be willing to give it up..." Looking at Jinna's plump and round body, Zhan Ye Hong couldn't help but smile again at the corner of her mouth, but the smile was strangely sinister and eerie.
Then, as if suddenly awakened by a bucket of cold water, Zhan Ye Hong shook her head vigorously. Even she herself was somewhat surprised. Why did such a vulgar thought pop up just now? In the past, this was something he himself couldn't even imagine. What was wrong with him...?
"Clang!" The training ground's door closed again, just like it did a month ago when Zhan Ye Hong arrived here. The difference was that now Zhan Ye Hong's face didn't show the previous despondency, but instead a triumphant smile.
The people resting on the steps, such as Dou Cha and Omar, saw this and immediately exchanged glances. Twenty or so gladiators dropped their work and gathered around, once again surrounding Zhan Ye Hong in the middle.
"So quickly? Haha, just in time. Let me try first to see if I can control this ability," Zhan Ye Hong's eyes immediately narrowed into a dangerous slit, and the scenes of being bullied and humiliated in the past kept swirling in her mind. A silver-white aura of ki spread rapidly along the wound on his left rib and expanded throughout his entire body.
And those eyes gradually turned red.
Anger was slowly brewing and accumulating in his chest.
"Hey, I thought Bal Shu Lord had sold you. I never expected you could come back?" Omar crossed his arms and circled around Zhan Ye Hong in a somewhat arrogant manner, saying: "It seems that when you left this morning, you said you were waiting for me. Is that so? I don't think I'm mistaken."
With completely red eyes, Zhan Ye Hong smiled and then said: "You're not mistaken. I said I was waiting. Come on!"
"Hey!" Omar thought that after Zhan Ye Hong's impulsiveness, she would give in again, but he never expected that he could even shout at him. Suddenly, he exposed his sharp claws on both hands and licked them, saying: "Don't you fear death?"
Zhan Ye Hong said: "Don't worry, I won't let you die. Your worthless life is worth no more than a few talents!"
"Damn you! You're asking for it!" When Omar heard this, he finally became incredibly angry! A pair of sharp claws immediately lunged towards Zhan Ye Hong's chest, and the green aura surrounding him rapidly enveloped him. The tiger race's greatest strength was not in the cultivation of aura, but in the perfect combination of speed and strength. During close combat, an outstanding tiger warrior could completely overwhelm an opponent one rank higher than him with a series of rapid attacks.
This time, Omar launched an all-out attack right from the start, and it was a close-range, rapid assault. It was clearly a heavy-handed move. The other gladiators nearby thought he was making a fuss over nothing.
"Fight!" As the sharp claws were about to strike Zhan Ye Hong's chest, Omar's lips once again curled into a smug smile, but suddenly a silver light flashed, and no one could see what happened. Omar's body floated backward like a broken kite and finally crashed heavily five steps away, spitting out foam from his mouth.
Silence, complete silence. Everyone around Zhan Ye Hong involuntarily stepped back two steps and stood still.
The incident that just happened was so strange that no one could figure out exactly what had happened, but the result was obvious. Omar wanted to attack Zhan Ye Hong, but he was knocked unconscious by the blow.
What kind of rhythm is this?
Are you kidding?
Omar was a tiger from the tiger race who was about to break through to the second-level swordsman! Zhan Ye Hong was just a useless person who hadn't even reached the level of a first-level swordsman. How could such a thing happen?
However, that situation did happen.
And it happened so realistically, right in the midst of everyone's eyes.
Zhan Ye Hong spat at the position where Omar fell, and then smiled lightly, "What's wrong? When you were bullying me, you weren't so useless, were you?"
For a moment, people couldn't help but recall the night when Tirisu and Galie died. In their gazes at Zhan Ye Hong, there was a certain amount of fear. However, Dao Cha clearly didn't have such fear. After seeing Omar's defeat, he not only didn't back down, but took another step forward and said, "Not bad, nobleman!"
Zhan Ye Hong's red eyes slowly turned towards Dao Cha. He clearly remembered the humiliation this guy had inflicted on him. The daily humiliation was even worse than Omar's.
When Dao Cha saw those completely red eyes, he was also frightened all over, but then he calmed down. He comforted himself in his heart, "He was chased by a first-level swordsman in the morning and almost lost his life. Just a few hours later, his strength would not have increased much. Hmph, see how the second-level swordsman I am is beating you!"
Dao Cha thought about this and shook his thick beard and smiled, "Come on, little noble. Omar this guy couldn't even stand steadily and fell out. Don't think everyone will act like him! I'll teach you what true swordsman combat is!"