This series of actions, while putting on a show and demonstrating their stance, finally calmed the kingdom's people down somewhat.

Soon, the day of the second duel arrived.

Before the battle even began, spectators from the kingdom and neighboring countries had already filled 70% of the Red Circle.

However, unlike the first time, most of the people who came to watch last time wanted to see how the traitor Boyle died tragically, but this time, the audience hoped to see a wonderful gladiatorial match.

Conchierber sat on the high viewing platform, looking down at the arena, and asked Vorgal beside him, "In your opinion, what are his chances of winning?"

The latter thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I heard that the condition offered to those ten gladiators was that whoever could take Boyle's head would gain his freedom. Moreover, these ten opponents have different weapons, clear division of labor, and rich experience in teamwork in previous gladiatorial combats."

"So, you mean that guy is definitely dead?"

Seeing that Vorgal shrugged, Conchierber laughed and said, "I think differently from you. The outcome of this gladiatorial contest might surprise me."

In the audience, an older man and a younger man sat in the front row, talking quietly.

"Father, can a soldier really defeat ten opponents without reinforcements?"

Upon hearing the young man's question, the older man said, "This kind of question is meaningless. If you really want an answer, then listen carefully: in a battle with many opponents, bravery will no longer be the main source of advantage; wisdom is the key to victory."

The young man nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The older man patted him on the back and said with a smile, "Take a closer look at this battle. Since this Boyle was able to defeat the Skinner, he must have some extraordinary abilities."

A dozen meters away from the father and son, in the back row, Rachel sat in a corner seat, listlessly eating roasted pine nuts. She yawned after being exposed to the autumn sun for a while. To her right, seven or eight seats away, a woman dressed in black interlaced her fingers, silently praying towards the arena.

With a chime of a bell, the Gladiator Gate slowly rose.

Ten fully armed gladiators entered the arena one after another, each carrying a variety of weapons, and their positions varied according to their professions.

Opposite them, a warrior wielding a sword and shield walked slowly and steadily into the arena.

A wave of cheers and applause erupted from the audience.

Todd raised his hand holding the shield to his forehead, blocking the blinding sunlight, and smiled as he looked at his ten opponents.

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