380 Nicholas Documen (1/2)

Masked men and women were on the viewing platforms surrounding the round arena. They wore luxurious costumes and looked like nobles.

The host shouted, ”We have enough of the hypocritical kindness. The Grand Priest told us to love each other, study, and respect knowledge, but our hearts tell us otherwise. We don't need all of that! We want violence! Stimulation! You will get that at our secret meeting!”

The crowd cheered wildly.

Hoodlum wanted to ask if there were any rewards after going through a month of hardship, but nobody could understand what he was saying.

The metal door in front of Hoodlum lifted gradually, and a 4-meter-tall Tauren wielding a huge Axe walked out. He had muscles that inspired fear.

He looked powerful.

But Hoodlum wasn't fearful!

”Ladies and gentlemen! It's time to watch the performance!”

The stage of the host dimmed down, while more lights focused on the round arena. Following this, a weapon and a Shield were thrown down from the viewing platform.

They were for Hoodlum.

Hoodlum picked up his weapon and Shield and looked at the charging Tauren-like monster, which wasn't the Tauren that appeared on the forum. It was more like an uncivilized evil creature.

A huge Axe descended upon Hoodlum, and he dodged while he slashed with lightning speed at the monster's kneecap.

The monster felt pain and bent its knees. Hoodlum took the chance and leaped up while stepping on the monster's kneecap.

The Tauren's Axe was lifted up, but Hoodlum had no intention to dodge as he knew there was only a single chance!

Hoodlum raised his Short Sword and stabbed at the monster's throat, while the Axe landed behind his skull.

Hoodlum rolled on the ground as the Tauren monster covered its throat and gasped for air. The monster struggled and collapsed to the ground, convulsing until it died.

Ecstatic cheering erupted in the hall. Hoodlum stood up and enjoyed the gazes of the spectators, then lifted both of his hands and gestured for them to cheer louder.

”Incredible! This slave used a single blow to defeat our monster! I'm in awe. The next monster won't be easy to deal with! Let me release… Wait, what's he doing? Why is he lying on the ground?”

Hoodlum fell to the ground and remained motionless. He shut his eyes and looked like he was sleeping.

Some guards walked in and gave Hoodlum a few slaps, shouting into his ears. But it was all in vain, there was no reaction.

A guard stabbed Hoodlum's palm, but he remained motionless.

The guard was about to cause more harm, but his comrade stopped him and pointed to the viewing platform. A masked man lifted his hand to stop them and whispered to his attendant, who nodded. The attendant then approached the host, who said, ”This Gladiator has used up all of his energy and needs a rest. Let's watch the next Gladiator Fight!”

Despite Hoodlum being on the ground, the spectators were still ecstatic.

The person on the viewing platform who gave the orders to the guards was the owner of the Castle, the Duke of York.

Beside him was a fat man, the Slave Merchant who bought Hoodlum from Edward. He didn't know that his old friend Edward had perished.

Though Edward and the Duke of York were enemies, the Slave Merchant wasn't involved in their dispute. Whether they were nobles or bandits, they required the services of this dark trader.

”Grand Duke, as I said in the letter, this slave isn't normal. His willpower is so strong that the body doesn't belong to him. He's not afraid of pain or death and is very diligent. I only trained him for around a month, but he mastered most of the combat techniques. The strange thing is that he will faint at any time and won't respond to any stimuli. This is the only disadvantage. If we can negotiate with him on the timing, he will bring customers and enormous wealth to the secret meeting. Believe me, he's the most unique Gladiator that I have ever seen.”

”You've done well. He's indeed different from the rest. That being said, I'll reward you handsomely. What about those two that you took a fancy to? They can wash clothes and work diligently in the household. Bring them back,” the masked Duke of York waved his hand and said.

”Thank you, Duke of York!”