Chapter 211 - Memory Of The Slums Part Three (1/2)

A vast amount of sword intent filled the courtyard, and separated into bits that attached themselves on the standing gladiators. The fighters tenacious will was tested by Fell's sharp and deadly intent.

Their solid will, soon began flinching under the incessant grinding, and accompanied with the pressure from the lightning sparks that clapped around in the courtyard. Another wave of knees hitting the floor resounded, and only dozens of gladiator were still on their feet.

Fell couldn't help but be surprised, and he doubled the pressure he was releasing as he now was testing their limits. The more he tried to bend them, and the more they showed him that they wouldn't flinch. His avarice would surface, and make him want them as soldier to defend the city.

Although they were fellow humans, and cultivator, he couldn't help but see their true assets shine in the incoming war. True men of steels that wouldn't back down if they choose to engage in the war with their own will.

His action might seem counterproductive, but the coliseum's culture was one where the strong were praised as kings and revered by all. ”Although they might feel humiliated, I can only take the risk and force them down to their knees.”, he thought in a flash of consciousness before raising the pressure yet again.

”Those bastards are the one who started this first!”, his blood boiled down his veins. And a subtle yet solid wave of steam appeared near his body.

The gladiators who manage to keep standing were already at their limit. With the repetitive dragonic howl from Little Gold, and the constant sword intent grinding their will, they were already nearly wasted. With sore muscles, and clattering teeth, they were only hanging with their prides and envy to topple over Fell's intention of humiliating them.

Sifiso was astonished to see his prideful gladiator's figure fall one after the other. If it was just one of them being force to that state, it wouldn't have surprised him that much as he still knew that Fell was strong. But here, nearly eighty percent of the gladiator were eating the dust on the ground, and the twenty remaining percent weren't in a better state.

Their constitution paled at the second, and a few had their fists clenched that they bled. But that was just what was apparent on the outside of their body's.

In fact, the standing gladiators were feeling an excruciating nausea assault their mind. And the constant roars, and claps of thunders accompanied with the sharp sword intent assaulting their body made it even harder.

Although Fell wasn't using his sword intent do deal physical damage to their bodies. The pain that came with his sword intent was very real to the brain, and would leave them trembling, most of the them in the brink of falling apart.

”Their tenacity is top tier.”, he assessed while gazing at the dozen remaining gladiator. ”Time to see how they fair against the pressure from my body.”