Half an hour passed in a flash, the audience took their seats one after another, and a thrilling fight was about to begin.
The host's voice, brimming with passion, echoed through the magical loudspeaker throughout the arena: "Dear audience! Who will dominate the arena next, the ferocious and powerful Warcraft, or will the skilled and victorious gladiator Theodore continue his legend? Let us wait and see. The fight begins now!"
As the host finished speaking, the iron fences on either side slowly rose with a dull thud. First, a lion, its fur like red fire, stepped out. Each step carried an innate kingly aura. The air around it seemed to ignite with its fiery aura, and the audience felt a faint heat wave.
On the other side, a figure steadily stepped out. It was Theodore. The scars crisscrossing his body silently told of the cruelty of past battles, but his aura of "indifferent to life and death, fighting to the death" remained undiminished.
As soon as the lion appeared, it locked onto Theodore, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in its eyes. Then it suddenly accelerated, like a red lightning, and bit straight into Theodore's throat.
Theodore reacted quickly, dodging the fatal blow with a single detour. But the lion wouldn't give up. It roared and lunged again, claws and fangs bared. Theodore quickly drew his sword to block the blow, the sharp, sharp sound of metal clashing.
Immediately afterwards, the lion's sharp claws swept across, and Theodore dodged the attack with a nimble roll. He seized the opportunity and stabbed the lion's hind legs with a sword.
"Awoo!" The lion howled in pain, turned around and slashed at Theodore with its claws. This time, Theodore couldn't dodge and was slapped hard and flew out, rolling on the ground several times before coming to a stop.
But the lion kept chasing him, dragging its injured hind leg and pouncing on him again. Theodore quickly stood up and dodged. The two sides fought back and forth, the battle becoming more and more intense, and the wounds on his body increased. Theodore was panting and gradually losing his strength. Although the lion was also injured, it seemed to be in a slightly better condition.
The audience was filled with excitement, cheering and shouting. Some supported Warcraft, believing that it was powerful and bound to win; others cheered for Theodore, believing that his rich combat experience and superb skills would help him turn the tide of the battle.
Supporters of both sides in the stands even cursed at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Theodore did not dare to relax at all in the stage. Just when he raised his sword again to resist the lion's attack, something shocking happened - the sword broke!
Martin, who was watching the fight from inside the room, thought to himself, "As expected." The weapons used in these competitions usually matched the strength of the gladiators. For a B-rank longsword to be broken by a B-rank monster was inherently unreasonable.
When Theodore saw the broken sword, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but he was experienced after all, so he reacted instantly and continued to deal with the lion with the broken sword in hand.
As time passed, Theodore's physical exhaustion became increasingly apparent, and his steps began to become unsteady. However, the lion seemed to grow braver with each battle, and his attacks became more and more fierce.
At this moment, Eric, who had previously sent the half-elf to the Earl's Castle, returned. Learning that Martin was in the arena, he came looking for him. He entered the arena room and respectfully said to Martin, "Master, the half-elf has been delivered to Master Wayne, and he is very satisfied." Martin nodded slightly.
Martin watched the fight for a while, then turned to Eric and Alton and asked, "Who do you think will win this fight?"
Eric answered without hesitation: "It's the gladiator." Martin immediately became interested. He thought Warcraft would win, but he didn't expect Eric to give the opposite answer. Moreover, Eric had just returned and it was impossible for him to know the situation of his betting.
He then looked at Alton, who also affirmed, "Yes, young master, Theodore will win. He has been accumulating strength. I don't know what technique this is, but as a Golden Knight, I can sense that the power in his body is constantly gathering. He seems to be on the verge of collapse, but in fact, most of his strength is concentrated in the arm holding the sword."
After hearing Alton's words, Martin looked at the fight below with great interest. As time passed, Theodore's breathing became heavier, and the lion also began to breathe heavily.
Theodore knew the moment had arrived, and deliberately exposed a flaw. The monster, lacking the human ability to reason, saw an opportunity and leaped high, lunging at Theodore with all its might. At this crucial moment, Theodore swung the broken sword, his movements completely different from before, as if infused with a different kind of power.
The two sides crossed each other in an instant, and Theodore's body was scratched by the lion's sharp claws, leaving a long bloody mark. After the lion fell to the ground, it did not move, and blood flowed out from the wound on its neck.
Seeing this, the host immediately shouted excitedly: "The winner is Theodore!" The entire arena was instantly filled with cheers, and the audience cheered for this wonderful fight.
Martin was in a particularly good mood, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously. He then handed the betting receipt to Alton and ordered, "Go and exchange these gold coins." Alton took the receipt and hurried out of the room.
Not long after, Alton returned with a strange look on his face. He said to Martin, "Young Master, the Arena says they can't come up with 100,000 gold coins right away. The person in charge wants to meet with you and is waiting outside."
Martin frowned slightly when he heard this, and thought to himself: What on earth is this person in charge doing? He waved his hand, signaling for the other party to come in.
As soon as the person in charge stepped into the room, he smiled broadly and said respectfully with a slight bow, "My Lord, congratulations on the victory of the gladiator you bet on! It's just that the arena can't raise 100,000 gold coins right now."
I've thought of two compromises. What do you think, sir? First, I'll offer you a set of A-grade knight armor and 60,000 gold coins. Second, I'll provide you with magic crystal ore worth 110,000 gold coins.
Martin secretly weighed the options. Choosing the magic crystal ore would allow him to cultivate two more golden knights, a clear win. After a moment's deliberation, he made a decision: "I'll choose the second option."
Upon hearing this, the person in charge immediately responded, "Don't worry, sir. I'll go down and start preparing right away." However, Martin stopped him and said, "Put the magic crystal ore in Luoxia Valley outside Luoqiu Town."
Martin had long planned to use Sunset Valley as a place to break through his realm. This way, he wouldn't have to look for a suitable place to break through later.
After receiving the order, the person in charge hurried down to make arrangements. Martin and his companions then left the arena and returned to the hotel. After dinner, he allowed everyone to move freely and take care of the security. Martin then returned to his room, washed up, and lay down on the bed, quickly falling asleep.
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