Lao Wang glanced at him. When he saw how this fellow was trying to sow discord, he seemed to have the tendency to provoke Lao Wang to go to the Combat Cultivation Hall and find trouble everywhere. What a joke. If he really became a public enemy, he would be beaten to a pulp at any moment. Of course, he would express that he wanted to. If not, Lao Wang would be very vexed if just anyone came to find trouble with him.
"I will." Wang Zhong nodded seriously. "However, I like to warm up before a fight. Xiao Qiao, it's time for you to display your abilities as a sandbag."
Although he felt that the combat abilities of the young geniuses in the divine territory were not that great after beating up Yin Jiao, Lao Wang was obviously not a hothead. Yin Jiao alone could not represent all the new talents in the Heavenly Gates. Among the 900 people in the Combat Cultivation Hall, there were over 700 Void Cores, and a few of them had even reached the peak of the Void Core Realm and were on the verge of advancing to the Solid Core Realm. Putting aside the specific combat techniques of these people, just the massive suppression of their realms and the fact that they were strong enough to defeat all others was definitely not something that he could easily deal with.
Although points were important, and Lao Wang did not want to deliberately keep a low profile, it was better to be respectful. Wang Zhong did not have any thoughts of underestimating the Combat Cultivation Hall.
The other side was also very lively. A human had made a name for himself in the Arena. This news brought some excitement to the divine territory, which had consolidated its social classes.
The aristocrats in the Land loved this kind of thing and never got tired of chasing after all kinds of new and interesting news. Thus, there were more and more guests in the Sacred Arena every day, and there were more and more of them. This brought about rich profits for the Arena. These aristocrats, who were willing to throw out thousands of Star Coins just for a little feeling, spent every minute and second in the Arena filled with the wonderful taste of money. High-grade seasoned wine or a sexy female slave that they had taken a fancy to would bring those enchanting little things to the Arena. In the eyes of the Crystal people, the sound of these little things colliding with each other was the most beautiful and moving piece of music in the world.
Rumble …
Countless pounding sounds could be heard from the spectator stands of the Sacred Arena. It was an exciting and grand match. That human from a low-leveled civilization had once again defeated his opponent. This brought excitement and joy to many people who had bet on him. They shouted his name and did their best to express their excitement.
This was an exciting and fascinating battle. Even those who had lost the bet had to admit that they had misjudged him. They cursed, "Damned human, lowly and barbaric. Damned barbaric characteristics are vividly displayed on him."
"Even Fa Nan was killed by him!"
"Damn it, maybe I should bet on him next time?"
"His spiritual energy value should be more than 100,000, right?"
"That last strike was at least 150,000. It broke through 150,000!"
"He's really good at fighting. Even that Titan only maintains about 200,000 aura value."
"If he explodes, the Titan should still have more power that he has yet to unleash."
Tsarilorhuan raised his bloody hands high. His sneering face was filled with a dangerous threat. In the Arena, everyone had to hide their soft belly and bare their fangs to let everyone know that they were not to be trifled with. Even the Titan was not absolutely powerful here.
Their opponent today was the crow Fa Nan, an expert with 86 victories. However, it was obvious that the other party had not calculated Aiolos's terrifying growth. Now, Aiolos had become a trustworthy comrade. If Aiolos had not been around today, they would have been lacking something even if they had won.
A pyrrhic victory was actually a defeat in the Arena. It was just like dying after consuming a slow-acting poison. You would not die immediately, but it was like killing someone with a blunt knife. It was even more difficult for people to accept this. Slave owners would not spend large amounts of money to treat you. Frankly speaking, they were consumables.
"Quick, make your preparations. Move quickly. These two brave warriors have already won their battle. They are about to come down."
A candle demon was ordered to become Aiolos and Tsari's temporary manager. In the Arena, there would be such an existence behind every famous gladiator who would help them deal with trivial matters so that the gladiators could focus their energy on training. At the same time, they would monitor every move of these gladiators to prevent any terrifying accidents from happening.
Candle demons were special existences. They did not have a civilization and were the results of the Machinery race's research. They were half-machine and half-insect existences. They did not have souls, but they had intelligence. Only the heavens knew how many terrifying things the Machinery race had done in order to find a path to continue evolving. In short, they were the collateral results of their research, or rather, "products". As they inherited some characteristics of the Machinery race and the insect race and were especially good at serving others, they were deeply loved by some aristocrats. Thus, they existed and became an industry of the Machinery race and the insect race.
Very quickly, Aiolos, who had once again obtained victory, walked down from the passageway. His entire body was bathed in blood, and his arms and legs were covered with terrifying wounds. Blood dripped all over the ground. The maids, who had long since received orders from the candle demon, immediately ran towards Aiolos. Their blue skin was as gentle as flowing water, and their four long and soft arms were covered with tattoos. These tattoos gave them the power to heal minor injuries, and their four light and nimble hands allowed them to be extremely good at taking care of others.
However, Aiolos did not allow the maids to approach him. He waved his hand to make them retreat. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows and said, "There's no need."
He could not stand these maids tiptoeing around him. Perhaps it was because he sympathized with them, or perhaps it was because he was worried about the death of a rabbit. These maids had once been a dignified level-4 civilization. However, as they had been involved in a competition between aristocratic civilizations in the divine territory, the fire of their civilization, which had been flourishing with each passing day, had now been completely extinguished. In order to survive, their race accepted the Star Alliance's slave registration and became a legal slave race in the Star Alliance.
If the humans could not display enough potential in the divine territory to make others fearful, perhaps the humans from Earth, who were ranked last in the divine territory, would be the next civilization to be extinguished.
However, the maids did not dare to retreat, but they did not dare to approach Aiolos either. As they stood in the passageway, they seemed to be at a loss. Aiolos suddenly felt that his expression when he had rejected them was a little heavy. Fortunately, this awkwardness was perfectly resolved when Tsarilorhuan came down. There were no wounds on Tsari's body that were worth bandaging, but he liked the service of the maids very much. He waved his large hand at them, and the maids immediately ran over as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. They gently helped him wipe away his bloodstains. Some small cuts and scratches quickly healed under their power.
Aiolos summoned the candle demon to help him bandage his wounds. As the candle demon bandaged his wounds with familiarity, he smiled and confirmed with Aiolos the menu for today's victor's dinner. It was mainly fish soup and steaks cooked according to the way humans were used to.
This was a reward for the victor. Of course, due to the monotonous nature of the Titans' recipes, they usually prepared recipes from Earth.
Aiolos looked at the sinful product in front of him, but he realized that the smile on the candle demon's face was sincere. Aiolos sighed. However, he knew very well that the candle demon would report his and Tsari's situation to his master, the insatiable Crystal person from the Sacred Arena, every day.
This was the true job of the candle demon.
The Crystal person was very happy that the combination of Aiolos and Tsarilorhuan had become famous. Regardless of whether it was the powerful Titan race or the Earthlings, not only did they help him earn a large amount of Star Coins, they had also won a unique reputation among the aristocrats. Of course, there were also some special ones.
The dinner was very delicious. Even though it was not very authentic, Aiolos still tasted the taste of home. In particular, the fish soup suited his appetite very well.
Tsari was not very interested in the fish soup, but he was addicted to the steaks and ate them piece after piece. "Is this really the cooking skills of you Earthlings?"
"About 70%."
"Your Earthlings are very impressive in terms of food."
"Don't be so one-sided. Our battles and duels are also very impressive."
Aiolos did not listen to Tsari's words. As long as it was meat and there was enough of it, even if it was raw, as long as they sprinkled some salt on it, they would eat it very happily. Furthermore, there were 100 ways to praise a chef. It was said that there was a terrifying way to call the chef over and eat him as a side dish. Obviously, this was an unreliable rumor or a rumor created by the Titan race's enemies.
However, there was one thing that was certain. Never believe a Titan's culinary suggestions.
This was also a lesson that Aiolos had learned after eating a few terrifying dinners of victory. Even now, when Aiolos recalled the food he had eaten a few times, his stomach would impulsively knot and refuse to eat.
After eating the victory dinner, Aiolos and Tsari waited for the candle demon to bring them back to the prison in the Arena. After eating the victor's dinner, they would return from their status as winners of the competition to their status as "prisoners".
Very quickly, the candle demon led the guards in. He once again checked the restrictions in Aiolos and Tsarilorhuan's bodies. After confirming that they were still intact and could restrain their use of spiritual energy, he smiled and clapped his hands. Then, the four-armed maids barged in. Before Aiolos furrowed his eyebrows, the candle demon's voice sounded. "Bring the two of them down to take a bath and change into suitable clothes. You have half an hour to prepare."
This time, Aiolos did not object to the service of the maids. As a prisoner, he was not willing to miss any chance to take a bath, even if cultivating spiritual energy had the effect of self-cleansing. However, he believed that taking a bath was a habit of human civilization. This made him remember that he was a human. As for being served by others, it was also a habit. He was originally a king who was good at helping others take care of his clothes.
This bath was very thorough. The maids washed every inch of his body, including the private areas that represented a man. Every strand of hair was specially checked.
Tsari's impudent laughter sounded from another room. The Titans enjoyed bathing more than him and were more used to being served by the maids. The Titans had an unusual admiration for celestialoids with many arms. In the legends of the Titans, there was a Titan goddess called the Six-Armed Titan. Her position in the Titan society was equivalent to that of a goddess of beauty among humans.
In any case, Aiolos could not understand why the Titans felt that beings with four more arms than him were very sexy. They were too different!
The maids cleaned every pore on Aiolos's body and helped him shave his face and tidy his hair. Finally, they cut his long beard into a bold and powerful style and applied essential oils to maintain his beard, making him look like a shining warrior.
When Aiolos came out of the room, he saw an extremely "terrifying" Titan laughing wildly at him. Then, he laughed fiercely at the silver lightning Titan, who seemed to have been overly beautified. "You look like a turkey that is about to be slaughtered during a festival."
"You look the same, Aiolos! I swear that your beard is the funniest beard I have ever seen. There is no other beard like it. Did they use essential oils on you? There must be an important person who wants to see us. "
"Why didn't you?" Aiolos looked at the maids suspiciously, causing them to be so scared that they did not dare to move. Tsari's beard had only been washed clean. After it was blown dry, it was still as messy as ever.
Was he the only one who had a beard?
"Because I would say no. Little fellow, learn more. " Tsarilorhuan had a unique temperament of muddling through life and being able to create new patterns in his bitter days.
Aiolos hesitated for a moment. Then, he asked the maids to find a razor for him. Then, he shaved his beard, which was so exquisite that it made people laugh.
"Did you just say that there was an important person?"
"We must have attracted their attention. It's not a bad thing. If not, why would they use such expensive essential oils?" A strange smile appeared on Tsarilorhuan's face. He definitely knew why, but he did not want to tell Aiolos.
Very quickly, the candle demon appeared in the corridor again. He led the two of them through a secret underground tunnel. They made many turns like a maze. Finally, they entered a massive garden.
Here, the candle demon handed Aiolos over to an attendant from the Machinery race. Meanwhile, Tsarilorhuan followed a ghost-like object and walked to the other side of the garden.
Aiolos continued to advance. Massive flowers bloomed in the garden, and the lush trees were trimmed into various shapes. He could recognize some of the shapes, but there were also some that were as abstract and profound as a great spiritual power technique.
Aiolos was brought to a courtyard. A hot spring was built in the middle of the hall, and there were enchanting portraits and statues all around. The divine territory did not only focus on spiritual power and combat. Many high-leveled civilizations had an almost obsessive pursuit of art.
Aiolos observed his surroundings. Suddenly, the sound of water could be heard from the hot spring, and a drenched woman covered in a layer of mist walked over. "Come here."
She let out a pleasant laugh. Her seductive laughter was not artificial and emitted a sweet smell in the air.
"You are?"
Aiolos's entire body tensed up as he observed this woman. Water droplets slid down her snow-white and delicate skin. She was almost completely naked, but her private parts were slightly covered by a layer of mist that floated like ribbons. Aiolos took a few more glances at her sharp chin and nimble and long ears. He knew the origins of this woman. She was a Seductress from a level-8 Seductress aristocrat civilization. Furthermore, she was very young and extremely beautiful.
"You do not need to know." She brushed past Aiolos and gently stretched out her arm. Her ice-cold fingers brushed past Aiolos's muscular chest. She let out an even more bewitching laugh. Then, she twisted her waist and walked over. The mist on her body condensed into a jade-green veil that covered her body.
The Seductresses did not care about these things, but it was obvious that Aiolos was not worthy of knowing. Old Ai was not stupid, and similar things were not rare on Earth. However, he had never thought that he would fall to such a state one day and become a male pet.
Aiolos stared at her back and watched as she walked up the stairs at the side in a seductive manner. Then, she flirtatiously turned around and sat on a gorgeous chair high above. She looked down at Aiolos from above. "Which one is more real, the current you or the you in the Arena?"
One was covered in blood and sweat, while the other was clean and tidy like a groom attending a wedding banquet.
Aiolos revealed a brilliant smile. At this moment, it was as if he had returned to Earth. He was the Pampas Eagle and the prince of a great tribe!
Aiolos approached the Seductress. His gaze was extremely aggressive as he slowly approached her until they could feel each other's breath. "Which one do you like?"
The seductress stared blankly for a moment before letting out a mesmerizing laugh. It was extremely pleasing to the ears. She crossed her legs on the chair, and her white and tender soles faced Aiolos. He looked at her toes before his gaze landed on her ankles. The seductive arc of her feet was a form of extreme seduction.
"What if I say I like both?"
Aiolos looked at the Seductress's every move. It was filled with a sense of ritual. What made him feel strange was that the other party seemed to be bluffing.
This made Aiolos feel interested. "I like you too!"
The moment he finished speaking, Aiolos suddenly took the initiative. He grabbed her thin and moist soles and invaded the front of her body. Because of this, her legs curled up in front of her chest. In a strange position, her originally full chest was squeezed even more magnificently.
"Ah." The Seductress, who had lost control, let out a surprised cry. However, she quickly reacted and hooked her other leg tightly around Aiolos's waist. She seized the initiative and said, "Do you know how popular you are today? I spent a lot of effort to buy your first night."
Aiolos did not know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, he did not know before this, but Tsari obviously knew the inside story. He probably thought that he was going to face a "big shot" like a sow without salt, right? Thus, he revealed a strange expression but was unwilling to say anything. After all, humans had just integrated into the Star Alliance and were very picky when it came to aesthetics.
"Then I should make you feel that it's worth your money!"
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