112 EMERGENCE OF A LEGEND.

As the atmosphere grew tenser, gulps left throats unconsciously, and speculations rose higher, the gladiators finally moved.

Clark moved first. As soon as he gathered some strength, he used his spear as a support to lift himself from his opponent’s sword.

Spurt!! He closed his eyes while gritting his teeth in pain. More blood flowed out of him, as the sword was roughly yanked out of him. His opponent also flinched in pain, as the spear stirred in his abdomen.

Thud!! He dropped down to the ground, as he quickly summoned more strength to roll further away from his opponent.

He already grew accustomed to pain after so many years of being a soldier. He could not directly say that he liked pain, but at least he could bear a lot of pain.

Despite this being the case, the pain that he was currently feeling drove deeper into his inner self.