Bloody Barlock

Slavery and gladiatorial combat were prevalent across the continent. While most performers were orcs, there were also many humans involved. However, apart from some prisoners of war or those who lost their freedom for various reasons, nobody willingly entered the arena to win the audience's screams with blood and life! Of course... there were exceptions, such as the madman, Demon Selt.

Humans were indifferent and lacking in compassion. From kings and nobles to village beggars, they all eagerly watched slave gladiatorial combat. Some even abandoned their livelihoods, throwing most of their money into the arena, just to witness blood and limbs flying, hear the dying howls of orcs, and the triumphant roars of the victors.

The arena was always a profitable industry. Although gladiators were expendable, there would always be deaths and disabilities after a match. For example, in a large arena like the "Lion and Battleaxe," there were at least a dozen gladiators killed in each match, and at most, nearly a hundred bodies carried out! However, the profits from the audience's entrance fees and the income from the gambling dens behind the scenes were often tens of times higher.

Merchants were profit-driven, and the large arena couldn't be closed all the time. Even for entertaining the visiting Prince of the Odreria Empire in a month's time, it was necessary to meticulously train the silver-haired desert orcs. As the boss, Seaston would never miss any opportunity to make money! In his view, ninety orcs were too many, and in fact, fifty orcs would be enough for the performance welcoming the prince, leaving the remaining forty as consumable items. So, he naturally decided to open the large arena and proceed with the gladiatorial performances as usual!

This decision was sudden, or rather, completely without Barlock's knowledge. When Barlock arrived at the arena, the performance was about to end, and the five orcs were nearing death. Thanks to the excellent publicity, the people of Padia had long known about a group of handsome and robust silver-haired orc gladiators who would perform for the visiting Prince of Odreria in a month. When Seaston suddenly announced that there would be several small-scale gladiatorial performances ahead of schedule, featuring these silver-haired orcs as gladiators, the audience's enthusiasm surged. The grand arena, which could accommodate thousands of people, was almost full. The high entrance fee made Seaston laugh with joy! But soon his smile faded!

Three of the five orcs were lying in pools of blood, with little hope of survival. The remaining two were also covered in blood, on the brink of death. The five human gladiators they were up against were the strongest trained by Selt. They were just toying with the two remaining orcs, not intending to kill them immediately. When Barlock roared and leaped into the arena like a fierce beast, the five people were not startled but rather pleased. They acknowledged that they didn't have Selt's strength and wouldn't dare provoke Barlock alone. But if it were five against one, it would be a different story. Even Selt wouldn't dare to face five fully armed and powerful gladiators alone.

Barlock rushed forward bare-handedly. The five gladiators immediately abandoned the two barely breathing orcs and assumed a battle formation to meet Barlock's attack. They didn't care about the gladiatorial performance a month later. Once in the arena, whoever it was had to be prepared for bloodshed and death! The audience, having passed the initial astonishment, immediately erupted into excited cheers... never did they expect, after watching an exciting performance, there would be an extra show, making the entrance fee truly worthwhile!

Barlock's chest burned with rage, but he acted very rationally, without erupting with qi or shamanic power. With only his physical strength, he surged towards the group of gladiators in a combat formation, landing a punch on the foremost person. Before the swords swung by the other two could hit him, he leaned back, almost bending his body ninety degrees. With a kick from his left leg, at an almost unbelievable angle, he dodged the three swords and, like a ghost, stuck close to the side of a gladiator's waist. The gladiator was horrified, but his body, dragged by the swinging swords, couldn't make a timely evasive movement. He could only watch through the helmet's eye slits and gaps as Barlock's fierce face and the rapidly approaching fist... it was the last scene he would ever see in his life.

The sturdy iron helmet couldn't withstand Barlock's deadly blow. The audience seemed to hear a 'puff' sound as the gladiator's head, along with the helmet, collapsed inward entirely. Through the helmet's air vents and gaps, various colored impurities splattered out—red, white, black—all sorts of colors. Barlock's punch smashed his head to pieces!

A silence fell over the audience seats. They were accustomed to death, and blood only made them more excited. But this horrifying, almost nauseating way of dying still shocked them! Even the remaining four gladiators were stunned by Barlock's brutality!

Barlock showed no intention of stopping. There was no expression on his handsome face as he grabbed the collapsed head of the dead gladiator, twisted it violently, and tore it off, throwing it towards the audience. It hit someone, causing a scream of fear!

"Not over yet, don't you all enjoy watching blood and death? Then watch it to your heart's content!" He sneered, roaring as he lunged towards the remaining four gladiators.

The four gladiators were also enraged. It was either him or them. They swung their swords madly at Barlock, but facing an opponent as powerful as a monster, their movements, which seemed as swift as the wind to others, posed no threat to Barlock at all. Easily dodging the sword slashes, Barlock passed between two gladiators, and with a double punch to their ribs, two dull sounds of cracking bones rang out. The two gladiators fell to the ground, writhing in pain, their broken ribs piercing their organs!

The remaining two gladiators were terrified. They weren't afraid to fight to the death, but when faced with an opponent they couldn't contend with, fear was inevitable. One of them ran madly towards the other end of the arena, while the other gladiator, with a ferocious expression, lunged at the heavily injured orc of Barlock's kin, intending to subdue the two, believing the mad demon wouldn't dare to act recklessly in such a situation!

He thought right, but it was only a thought. How could he possibly be faster than Barlock? Just a few steps out, he was grabbed from behind by Barlock's hand around his neck...!

"Spare me, don't kill me...!" he screamed in terror, wetting his pants with **.

"Want to threaten me with my kin? Who's going to die if not you?" Barlock's hands grabbed his head, and with a 'crack', snapped his neck, brutally tearing flesh and bone, splattered with hot blood from the severed neck. He picked up the head and threw it towards the audience again, causing screams of fear as people scrambled to avoid it, chaos ensued!

Seaston's chubby face was completely distorted with anger. He angrily ordered his two intermediate qi warriors: "This damn orc, he's mocking me, he actually dares to kill my best gladiators. Stop him, capture him, and break his hands."

The two warriors ignited their qi, a faint layer of pale qi appearing around their bodies. They calmly entered the arena, heading towards Barlock! While this orc was undoubtedly skilled in combat and extremely brutal, he was only showing off his power in front of ordinary people. Faced with powerful qi warriors, he was like a lamb to the slaughter—this was the thought of these two qi warriors!

Before they could reach Barlock, he had already chopped off the heads of the other two fallen gladiators and threw them towards the audience as usual. By now, chaos reigned supreme, with screams, cries, and curses... The timid fled outside, while a group of reckless spectators became even more excited by Barlock's cruelty, shouting wildly, regardless of whether it was humans or orcs dying, shouting: "Break their necks, tear off their heads, throw them over... Haha... throw them over... Hahaha...!"

Barlock naturally catered to the twisted minds of those spectators. Even the last gladiator who had run far away was impaled by a sword thrown by him, with his body already halfway through the fence, falling and twitching a few times before going still!

Barlock moved to chop off the head, but the two qi warriors finally blocked him!

"You orc, you seem quite brutal, but you shouldn't offend Mr. Seaston. If you want to fight, you can come find him. I'm sure he'd be happy to arrange a gladiatorial fight for you. You intervened in the ending gladiatorial match and killed Mr. Seaston's best gladiators. Boy, you need to pay the price." One of the warriors said to Barlock in a condescending tone!

"I want to go chop off some heads. If you don't want to die, don't get in my way." Barlock seemed not to have heard the man's words, coldly stating.

The two qi warriors' faces turned icy cold. How dare a mere orc offend them like this, simply outrageous! "Damn orc, do you really think you're invincible? You'll pay for your foolishness." A fist wrapped in qi flew towards Barlock, while the other man watched coldly. In his view, one person was enough to deal with this orc kid!

As the fist hit Barlock's chest, it was blocked, and Barlock grabbed the guy's fist, feeling intense pain in his hand. He could even hear the sound of bones breaking, looking at the orc youth's face full of indifference with fear!

"I said, if you don't want to die, don't get in my way. You blocked my path, it's obvious you want to die... then I'll fulfill your wish!"

The two qi warriors suddenly felt a freezing chill around them. Dozens of crystal-clear ice crystals appeared around the young orc's body, forming a circle of ice! They had no idea what this was, although they sensed the deadly danger, it was already too late!

Sixteen ice blades formed into a ring spun rapidly, like the sharpest blades cutting towards the two men. They desperately activated their qi shields to block, but the ice ring clashed with the qi shield, making a sound of metal clashing against metal. It lasted only a few seconds, accompanied by screams, as the two intermediate qi warriors were cut in half from the waist by the ice blades. Their upper bodies fell to the ground, not dead yet, still clawing at the ground, making groaning sounds...!

Seaston felt a chill all over. The orc youth turned out to be a shaman... Damn, it seems the rumors circulating in the palace are true... He felt the fatal danger, even though he was a high-ranking qi warrior. But seeing the orc youth's brutality, he made the wisest decision and turned to flee... This orc is insane, the military must be summoned to suppress him!

Even those with dark minds among the spectators were frightened by Barlock. They weren't afraid of the gladiators mainly because there were qi warriors guarding them. But now that two powerful qi warriors had died at the hands of a young orc, who else was safe? Someone screamed, and finally, everyone started to flee!

Barlock paid no attention to them. He went to check on each of the five orcs. Three were already dead, pierced through the heart, with their necks severed beyond death. The other two were alive but unconscious from loss of blood. He picked up the living orcs, found the keys from the dead qi warriors, and walked towards the gladiator's residence behind the arena... Through the sturdy iron fence, Barlock's kin had already crowded there for a long time!