Standing in the very center of the arena, Todd looked around at the cheering spectators in the stands and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Mountain-Splitter" Cotton laughed as he walked up behind Todd, patted him on the shoulder, and exclaimed with unbridled joy, "We won!"

"The cunning fox" Bessen plopped down on the ground, exhausted, and said, "I thought I was going to die this time."

The slaves of the arena entered through the gate and, as usual, began loading the corpses onto carts and cleaning up the chaotic mess on the battlefield.

Concherber stood on the high viewing platform, looking down at everything before him.

The excited audience, upon seeing the king appear, turned to the viewing platform, gave him a thumbs-up, and chanted "Give me liberty!" in unison.

Conchierber smiled and extended his hand, signaling everyone to remain calm.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, a group of soldiers escorted a woman in black onto the high platform.

When Todd looked up and saw the woman's face clearly, his pupils dilated instantly, and his fingers trembled slightly.

That woman was Boyle's fiancée, Deirdre.

"In my kingdom, right under my nose, a horrific rebellion is taking place!" Conchuber stood on the platform, pointing to the arena: "Someone is training these gladiators as rebels, intending to overthrow the very foundations of the kingdom!"

The audience exchanged bewildered glances, and someone loudly questioned, "Where's the evidence that these gladiators are rebels?"

“Evidence?” Conchier grabbed Deirdre and shoved her in front of him, shouting, “Those who frequent the ‘Red Circle’ should be familiar with this woman. She was once a gladiator—the ‘Lady of Pain,’ and now she will expose this conspiracy to you!”

Conchierber, having returned to his seat, gave Vorgal a wink. Vorgal, understanding the signal, walked to Deirdre's side and whispered to her, "Speak, just as we agreed before, hurry up and say it!"

Deirdre, standing on the high platform, looked pained and remained silent.

“Think of your father, think of your people, can you bear to watch them suffer in prison?” Fugal leaned closer to Deirdre: “What you have to do is simple, just publicly accuse Foggs, Fioch, and Boyle of treason…”

An impatient Conchierber, his face grim, stood up from his seat and growled at the woman, "Don't you know what the crime of assisting a slave to escape is? If you're smart, go and tell me the truth!"

Deirdre looked down at the crowd below the platform, tears streaming down her jade-like cheeks. Her full lips were bitten raw, and blood beads gathered on her chin, but she remained silent throughout.

Looking at the woman's resolute and stubborn appearance, Vladimir was momentarily lost in thought, and he suddenly remembered his own daughter, whom he cherished like a precious jewel.

He whispered to Deirdre, "Not all of your men are as brave and fearless as you. The king has learned from them about the escape route on the second basement level and has heavily guarded the tunnel exit. Even if they manage to escape, the passes and trails leading to the southern tribes are heavily fortified with cavalry regiments and patrols. Face reality. Boyle and his people are finished, but you have a long road ahead of you. There's absolutely no need for you to die for them..."

Todd, standing below the stage, quietly closed his eyes. Three seconds later, he opened his eyes and glanced at the gate at the end of the field.

The instant he turned his head, Deirdre suddenly broke free from the soldiers' restraints, flipped over, and jumped off the twenty-meter-high platform, crashing straight to the ground. This sight caused the crowd to scream in unison.

In the blink of an eye, seeing Deirdre's falling body, Todd took a step forward, activated his Speed ​​ability at full power, and rushed down from the platform.

To others, his figure transformed into a gray lightning bolt, completing the actions of sprinting, jumping, and rescuing the person in just a few seconds.

Leaping into the air, Todd grabbed Deirdre and, using the momentum from the jump, rolled a few times as he landed, reducing the force of the fall.

At Todd's call, Deirdre slowly opened her eyes. Apart from trembling from fright, she was otherwise unharmed.

Upon witnessing this scene, the audience erupted in cheers, praising Deirdre's bravery and loyalty while loudly condemning the farce.

"These gladiators are innocent! How could they possibly be rebels?!"

"This is a blatant frame-up, a malicious slander!"

"That's right! Grant these gladiators their freedom!"

Queen Maeve, who had witnessed the entire affair, looked at the couple embracing in the arena and said to Conchierber in an extremely sarcastic tone, "Heh, the men of Ulster, their tradition of demonstrating power by oppressing women is truly well-deserved."

The plan failed, the pawns betrayed, and the people condemned them.

Conchierber was on the verge of madness. Queen Maeve's sarcasm was like the last feather on a heavy burden, causing his mental state to collapse completely. Completely losing his mind, he used all his strength to roar at Vorgal: "Kill them! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

Seeing the king's deranged state, Vorgal hesitated to speak, then sighed and walked down the steps.

Deirdre, nestled in Todd's arms, grabbed his arm and said urgently, "The king has discovered that tunnel..."

Todd nodded to her: "I knew the tunnel had been exposed when I saw you."

"Then what about your people?"

"There will always be a way..."

"The cunning fox" Bessen walked up to the two of them and whispered, "Gentlemen, let's save our sweet talk for later. Don't you feel something's off?"

Upon hearing this, Todd looked up and around. The excited audience was making a lot of noise, but there was no sound from the platform. The soldiers who had been standing on the perimeter wall of the venue hurriedly withdrew.

“Something is definitely not right…” Todd said, frowning as he helped Deirdre to her feet.

With a creaking sound, the gate at the end of the arena slowly opened.

"Mountain-Splitter" Cotton looked at the open gate and walked forward, laughing loudly, "Freedom! They've decided to give us freedom! God, after all these years, I can finally go home, see my wife and daughter, and drink some of the tribe's ale!"

Watching the others walk forward, Todra, holding Deirdre's hand, retreated.

From behind the gate came the howl of a wild beast. The next second, a pack of five-meter-long, mutated giant wolves covered in sharp spikes smashed through the gate and rushed into the arena.

Cotton, the "Mountain-Splitter Giant" closest to the gate, had his smile frozen on his face, but his body was instantly torn to pieces by these monsters.