Chapter 327 (1/2)

Down To The Pit

The skies were clear on this day. There was no snow.

The canvas used for blocking out the sunlight around the Great Slave Masters fluttered loudly in the wind, along with flags of different cities around them.

At the centre of the pit, there was a shiny man waving an axe. He faced the beast head-on, using his entire body in every hack at the beast. He’d swung several times and each step was powerful as ever.

The audience could hear one footstep after the next. Some were the beast’s, some were the fighter’s. They were like war drums, adding a layer of violence and anticipation to the arena.

Although this opening battle arranged by Snow Plains was a questionable one, this young master of Snow Plains City still had his strengths. He was strong and agile in his fighting techniques, able to slash and quickly dodge the beast’s attacks. His armour helped protect his vital organs from falling pieces of the stone wall smashed out by the beast.

And because the ground of the pit was covered in sand, slave masters referred to this place as a sand pit. Sand here had been sifted through so these were larger grains. They only flew close to the ground even in a sandstorm, never flying in the air like dust or regular sand in other fighting pits. This would only affect the audience’s viewing experience.

To the slave masters, a ‘good’ fight must have blood on the sand, the more blood, the better or it would be considered a failure.

Within the pit, the sand grains flew with every vibration. As the grains hit on the surrounding walls, it sounded like a storm.

Every slash of the axe left long, bleeding cuts on the gigantic beast. Blood flowed like water from a spring unto the sand.

The crowd went insane. Shouts and cheers of a violent nature rang across the spacious arena. Anticipation built. Then it happened.

The beast roared an unwilling roar, then collapsed.

The young master of Snow Plains City raised his axe high. With a loud cry, he took a lap of victory around the pit. His shiny golden armour was already dyed red with the beast’s blood, he looked mighty and magnificent as ever.

The Great Slave Master and Lord of Snow Plains City gave a satisfied smile upon witnessing this. This was the heir to the throne, of course he had to be capable. Today’s battle was to show everyone what the future lord of Snow Plains was capable of.

No matter what the rest thought, the Lord of Snow Plains thought his child was the toughest one he knew. The lord had on an expression of delight that had not diminished since the beginning of the fight.

The first battle had ended with a flourish. After the sandpit was cleaned, the second battle began.

The younger slave masters mostly enjoyed battles between beasts, they thought it was more exciting. The older people preferred watching battles between man and beast, hence many ambitious and daring slaves took volunteering to fight as an outlet to impress slave masters.

From the second battle on, the beasts were no longer ‘questionable’.

This was a true fight and the audience could tell it was a brutal, violent one. This was different from the showoff opening fight, performed just to impress but a bloody one that satiated the bloodthirst of the slave masters.

The slave masters usually fed the beasts enough so they would be muscular and strong but a few days before a fight, they would either stop or drastically cut down its food. This was to deliberately starve them so they would be wilder in the pit.

These starving animals were brought into a corridor. As they walked through the door, these beasts who’d been held captive for so long finally had their ‘release’, they often entered with baring teeth and waving claws, howling and roaring so loudly at the skies that the entire arena shook. The audience felt the excitement in their bones, chills down their spines.

The second fighters were two senior slaves from Flame Mound City.