Establish Order, Yet Trample It—This is Rome, Humans Are Different from Monkeys!

The cage broke...

"The cage broke."

"I know...!!!!

Impossible, how could that small body unleash such astonishing destructive power?"

"Incredible!" At this moment, everyone on the high platform was stunned, moved by the scene before them.

Just a moment ago, they thought at least the cage hadn't broken, and now the cage was kicked open?

People began to breathe rapidly...

And soon, someone exclaimed as a new scene unfolded.

Facing the imposing Night, the lion pride didn't choose to flee; instead, they were provoked and launched an attack.

However, just as the closest lion lunged to bite, the young man suddenly placed the wooden spear horizontally in front of him, jamming it into the lion's mouth.

As people expected the wooden spear to be bitten through and Night to meet his end, an awkward scene occurred.

The lion bit down ferociously, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't even leave a mark on the spear, and its teeth even began to ache.

For a moment, the low-intelligence beast was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend why its proud sharp teeth couldn't break a simple wooden stick.

The next moment, before the lion could react, Night roared, using the spear as a pivot to spin around and leap onto the lion's back, nearly twisting the lion's head off in a 360-degree turn.

At this point, the chains on his hands had locked around the lion's neck.

With a fierce pull, what followed was a scene of violent beauty that presented itself to everyone like a famous painting.

Like the reincarnation of Hercules, the chains groaned under the strain as Night's arms spread wide.

The lion, trapped by the chains, let out a terrified cry.

The next moment—bang!

The chains snapped, and Night's hands were free.

He immediately turned and threw the spear, piercing a lion that was attempting to sneak up on him from behind.

Killing the lion, Night dismounted from the dead animal and quickly retrieved his weapon from the carcass of the lion he had just pierced.

In a seamless, fluid motion, without hesitation, he threw the spear at another lion.

With the residual power from Hector's spear, he swiftly retrieved the spear, threw it again, and repeated the process—retrieve, throw, retrieve!

Before people could react, the group of lions had already been slaughtered.

So fast, too fast—people stared wide-eyed, their scalps tingling.

By the time they saw Night standing, covered in blood on top of the lion corpses, they were trembling, unable to speak.

For a moment, their brains couldn't process what had just happened.

'Did I blink and miss something spectacular?' Everyone couldn't help but think this.

The lions seemed absurd, like they were rushing to impale themselves on his spear.

This wasn't a fight at all… it was a massacre!

"I must still be dreaming...

In less than three breaths, he killed an entire pride of adult lions!"

The scene left everyone in stunned silence.

As someone finally spoke up, the crowd, realizing what had just happened, erupted in a thunderous cheer.

"Ooooooooh~!!!!"

"So strong!! He's not human!!"

"A hero from mythic times couldn't be better! Hahaha! So worth it! I'm so glad I came today to witness such an incredible sight!"

Though Night's power instinctively instilled fear, his sheer strength and the brutal, efficient, and wild way he dispatched the lions incited their madness, making them scream with excitement.

This era of Rome still carried the barbaric, fierce spirit of ancient Greece.

They loved war and valor, placing honor on the sword and shield. Romans had an inherent aggressiveness; their instincts led them to follow their desires.

This love of combat even led Rome to fight on multiple fronts, constantly engaging in numerous wars.

Despite losing more often than winning, they relished the conflict.

To the warlike Romans, they had a fervent nose for strength!

Their nature worshipped the strong, and after the initial shock and impact, the bloody spectacle only excited them more.

Night's display of pure power and the sight of him breaking free from chains and strangling a lion left a lasting impression on the guests.

This explosive, wild muscle display reignited something deep within the noble guests, making them eager.

But to Night, these crazy cheers were merely noisy.

This era, much like Greece, was barbaric, bestial, with a blatant disregard for life but strict social hierarchy.

Despite establishing order, even the highest ranks often trampled it.

In Greece, those who set and broke the rules were the gods of Olympus.

Here in Rome, it was the nobles who frequented spectacles of human and animal combat.

Comparatively, Greece might be slightly better.

At least the heroes and gods had some semblance of self-restraint. In Rome, the dark scenes like those in the coliseum were common.

Even ordinary Romans didn't consider slaves as people.

From nobles to citizens to freemen and finally slaves, there was a clear disdain hierarchy.

Though the audience now clapped and cheered for him, even showering him with money, Night knew they saw him as nothing more than an amusing spectacle.

Like humans watching a monkey perform tricks, no matter how entertained they were, the monkey remained inferior in their eyes.

Similarly, although he demonstrated terrifying power, the nobles believed that as long as he remained in the arena, under control, he couldn't harm them.

This misplaced sense of safety allowed them to quickly accept his monstrous strength without fear.

A knife wrapped in cloth, after all, was not seen as a threat.

It was because they had no worries that they could cheer so wildly for Night.

But soon, Night's next move made everyone's throats feel as if they were stuck, unable to make any sound.

Night swung the wooden spear and quickly stabbed his feet twice.

With a crack, the shackles on his feet broke apart, and with that, his hands and feet were completely freed from their restraints.

He planted the spear into the ground and tore off the blood-stained, tattered slave clothing, revealing a lean, muscular body reminiscent of a Greek hero.

Night began to stretch his wrists and ankles, his eyes scanning the entire arena, noting every escape route.

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