Chapter 292 Cinderella, Rainbow River, Da Hong Pao, Werewolf_2
His words carried a solemnity and boldness that belied his young age.
These were the words passed down from the ancestors of the gladiators of the Extremely Cold Wasteland. They had no fear of death in the Gladiator Arena, because they believed that the souls of those who died in battle would return as heroic spirits.
With these words spoken, the gladiators all fell into silence together.
Looking at the silent and complex gazes of the crowd, the boy mustered his courage and bellowed, "Also, I'm not a 'Crybaby'! My name is Goron Frederick, the valiant Frederick!"
The moment he said this, it was as if a candle had been lit, and the youth radiated with a glowing aura.
That fearless and heroic aura was no less than that of anyone else present.
Leonard Churchill and Alice exchanged a glance, their expressions both turning to delight.
They'd found him!
Indeed, a hero cannot be hidden!