They Obey the Voice in Their Hearts, Bowing to the Master of Great Power

Seeing this, a feeling suddenly washed over everyone.

This "slave" didn't seem to be planning on following the usual sequence of trials.

Instead, it looked like he was about to do something else.

Was he planning to rebel against the slave master?

Such an absurd idea—people wanted to shake their heads and dismiss the thought, but the idea took root in their minds like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.

Recalling Night's terrifying strength, people felt a chill.

Could this man really succeed?

The slave master, who had the same thought, also began to panic.

Night's demonstration of power, that arm that could smash iron cages and tear apart lions, could easily crush him to death with a single punch.

But looking at Night's body, muscular and handsome like the sun god Apollo, a figure that could make any Roman noblewoman swoon—

The slave master thought: '...Why didn't I notice from the start that such a fierce beast's body and soul were hidden under that seemingly frail appearance?'

The slave master suddenly called over the two guards from before and ordered, "You—! Go, tell him to proceed to the next trial, to the crocodile pit. Tell him to stop doing unnecessary things."

The slave master only dared to say this, and did not dare to mention Night's destruction of the cage or his breaking of the chains on his hands and feet.

The two guards, now equally fearful, hesitated.

"Huh?! Us?!"

They were afraid of being pulverized by that terrifying punch.

Why don't you go yourself?

You usually love the limelight and announcing things in person.

The guards were resentful, but under the threatening glare of the slave master, they reluctantly agreed.

They then bolstered each other's courage and headed towards the arena via the staff route, not daring to cross the terrifying arena directly.

As seconds ticked by, it felt like years for many, who were either curious, worried, scared, or excited, whispering amongst themselves.

Finally, the guards reached Night, relayed the slave master's message, and told him to move on to the next area, insisting he couldn't stay in the safe zone any longer.

Night, having just finished stretching and adapting to his newfound strength, slowly placed his hand back on the spear, seemingly ready to draw it at any moment.

His gaze was fixed on the entrance of the arena, where the slave master and other slaves were.

'Completely ignored...' The guards felt a flush of shame and anger.

Acting on impulse, one guard stepped forward to push Night, but before he could make contact, the latter raised his hand and slapped the guard on the temple.

With a swift, lightning-fast strike, the blow penetrated the guard's brain without sending him flying.

Night's formidable mental strength and combat talent, along with the influence of the demigod template, allowed him to control his power and technique with even greater precision.

From the outside, it looked as if he had merely reached out and then retracted his hand.

It seemed as though he did nothing before moving past the guard, walking forward.

As he completely turned his back, the guard's body suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The moment the guard's body hit the floor, it was like a fuse had been lit, sending the entire arena into a frenzy of panicked screams.

"He killed someone—!!!

That man killed an arena staff member."

Now, people could finally be sure that the initial feeling was not just a feeling.

Night really intended to rebel.

"Stop him!!" The slave master shouted in terror. The other living guard immediately turned and ran.

Night didn't choose to pursue the safe passage.

Instead, he took the shortest distance, heading directly toward where the slave master was.

Along the way, various beasts, blade traps, and man-made hazards could not hinder his steps at all.

Like a meteor, he swiftly crossed the arena.

As he neared the entrance, he bent down, assumed a stance, and unleashed his most powerful throw—BOOM~!!

It was a hurried, uncharged throw, yet executed with the strongest technique.

Even though he wasn't wielding a true divine spear and his current combat power couldn't compare to his peak in the simulated universe, Night's strength was overwhelming in this reality.

If in the simulated universe he had to be cautious, in the real universe he could crush anyone with a single blow!

With his current strength, dealing with the slave master and his guards was child's play.

Night shattered the gate with a single shot and walked out slowly through the dust.

At that moment, he seemed like Achilles descending from the heavens, bringing an enormous sense of oppression.

The trembling slave master, unlike Night's former self, was utterly pathetic.

Having witnessed the divine-like power firsthand, he broke down in tears and kowtowed to Night.

The arena was in chaos, filled with screams and fleeing guests.

It was terrifying!!!

Just now—what was that?!

One spear—!

One spear shattered the gate, like a myth come to life, and it was just a wooden spear.

No one doubted that under such astonishing force, even earthen walls and stone barriers would be obliterated.

This must be what "earth-shattering" truly means.

Guests finally panicked, fearing for their lives.

But in reality, the monster they feared didn't care about them at all.

The slave master, overwhelmed by fear, begged for his life, unable to muster any thought of fighting back.

Night casually ended the slave master's dirty life with a single shot, then turned to Haruman Julius.

"Will you come with me?" He simply asked.

"Willing to serve you unto death!" The latter stammered, trembling.

His pride as a noble lasted less than a second before he submitted to the voice in his heart.

And Haruman Julius knelt.

He didn't know why he was kneeling, but his knees were weak, and a voice in his heart told him to bow to the master of this great power.

As Haruman Julius knelt, like a domino effect, all the other slaves, filled with fear, awe, and fervent admiration, knelt as well.

Surprised by this sudden scene, Night thought: …!!

He didn't mean it this way, but why did this feel somewhat satisfying?!