Chapter 57.1: Refrigon (4)

Amid the shouts resounding from all directions, the woman stood with an expressionless face and the sound in her hand stretched out.

As for protection, just like the slaves that had come out so far, all she had was a weapon without a single piece of armor. So did the man on the other side.

The man swung his mace and glared at her with ferocious eyes. It looked like he was raising his fighting spirit.

"Which one do you think will win?"

The Tyrant asked me. A voice that sounded strangely excited.

He had only talked about useless words until now, but he suddenly brought up something related to the match for the first time.

I looked at him once, then looked back to the pitch and answered.

"The female side will win."

He looked back at me with curious eyes and smiled.

"Are you asserting right away? Are you sure?"

I didn't have to answer.

[Lv. 43]

[Lv. 42]

I wasn't sure.

One level at level 40s wasn't that big of a difference.

The female side had a higher chance of winning, but one level difference was enough for a variable to occur.

Even so…

Somehow, it didn't seem like that variable would ever happen.

This was just intuition.

I stared down at the two gladiators standing opposite each other.

– Alright then, let the game begin!

As soon as the match started, the man turned the mace and shot it straight at the woman.

The woman turned around and approached. The man skillfully picked up the mace and swung it again.

He seldom gave up the distance. He pulled himself back and swung his heavy mace without hesitation. The thorns attached to the iron ball rubbed all over the woman's body, and blood spurted out.

She kept trying to get close to her opponent, barely dodging the rushing attack by a slight margin. It seemed like it didn't matter if the mace hit her. It was a bold and reckless move, almost like a beast.

"You bastard like mouse…!"

It was the man who was pushed out of the momentum.

He quickly grabbed the mace and struck it hard.

The woman lowered her posture for a moment. Avoiding the attack, she wrapped the sword around the chain that connected to the iron ball, and then pulled it out.

The man missed the mace. She also threw away the sword entangled in the chain and rushed forward, drawing another sword from her waist.

The man who quickly drew his sword also responded to the woman's attack.

The gladiator match continued for a while. Even though I didn't know swordsmanship, it was the woman who clearly had the better ability.

The man could not come to his senses with the fierce sword attack, and he was in a hurry to defend himself.

Whoa!

And at one point, in the blink of an eye, one arm of the man flew away.

He let out a tearful scream, lost his balance, and fell to the floor. The cheers of the audience erupted.

"Sa, save me! Please!"

Without time to struggle with pain, the man cried out in an earnest voice.

"I have younger brothers waiting at home! Without me, they will all die! Please…!"

The words didn't go any further.

The man's head, floating in the air, fell to the floor and rolled.

The woman who had brushed off the blood on her sword let out a rough breath with an unrelentingly heartless face.

She turned around, not paying attention to the man's corpse, nor to the crowd. Then she walked straight to the exit.

If the match was bland, the boos from the spectator stand would fill the arena. But this time, the boos and the cheers were equally great.

"Haha! After all, Reef, that bitch is the best!"

"What's the best? It was fun before, when she was still rolling at the bottom. But nowadays, she only ends the fight like that."

"By the way, there are no opponents in the fifth order anymore? Would she challenge the champion soon?"

"Ah, no matter what, she's still not good enough for a champion…"

The sound of the audience talking resounded in my ears.

The Tyrant said with admiration.

"This is as you said."

"···"

He looked down at the woman leaving the arena with a strange gaze, then asked me.

"How about it, Seventh Lord? Did you enjoy the game?"

I opened my mouth softly.

"Is this fun?"

As if it was the expected reaction, he said with a big smile.

"Well, quite?"

"···"

"Battles between insects are also fun in their own way. They scramble to spare even such a trivial life, bite each other, and then eventually despair. Isn't that interesting?"

All the other Lords were like that, too.

The guy who said those words yawned and got up from his seat.

"It looks like there are still a few more matches left. Would you like to keep watching?"

It was as if he had seen everything he could see now.

I shook my head and got up from my seat.

"Okay, then you can finish what you came here to do. This guy can guide you to get the slave you're looking for."

Saying that, he pointed to one man standing behind him. A man with long shaggy hair and a blunt impression.

"It was nice to see you again, Seventh Lord. Let's go."

After saying that, the Tyrant waved his hand and moved forward. The servants followed behind him.

I stared at his back, then shifted my gaze to the man who was pointed out by the Tyrant.

He bowed politely and opened his mouth.

"I'm Gillock, the prison chief. I heard the Lord is looking for slaves in the prison. If you tell me who it is, I'll get them right away."

I glanced down again.

The figure of the woman had suddenly disappeared outside the exit.

In the still uncooled heat, there was only blood, and a corpse left in the stadium.