Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Supreme Swordsman Giluit's face was gloomy. He brought his two personal attendants, Gerba and Tasiva, and followed behind the royal guard named Locke, who came to report the news.
No one would be in a good mood when they received bad news just as they were about to make out with the two female slaves after taking a bath. When the guard named Locke reported to him about what happened to Great Swordsman Benag while trembling with fear, Great Swordsman Giluit was so angry that he smashed the golden goblet filled with fine wine in his hand.
How could this be? Although Benag was only a First-level Great Swordsman, he was still a Great Swordsman. It was understandable that he could not defeat the Gold-rank slave gladiators, but how could he be defeated by three Silver-rank slave gladiators and be held hostage by three Silver-rank slave gladiators? Was he really regressing as he lived?
Although he was angry, Supreme Swordsman Giluit still put on his clothes and hurried to the third floor of the underground prison with his two personal attendants. As a Second-level Great Swordsman who guarded the Arena, it was his responsibility to maintain order in the Arena and suppress the slave gladiators' rebellion. From this point of view, Supreme Swordsman Giluit was still very responsible.
However, in Giruvert's heart, Master Swordsman Benag's name had already been crossed. No matter what the outcome of today's matter was, Master Swordsman Benag had to get out of the Arena, even if he was related to the king in a roundabout way. Supreme Swordsman Giluit did not want to wake up in the middle of the night to clean up after him.
There were many Great Swordsmen in the Haneabada Kingdom, but there were only four Great Swordsmen who truly belonged to the kingdom and served the royal family. In other words, these four Great Swordsmen were all people of the kingdom. One was the swordsman teacher of the current king, Luther III, Rosie Gabia, a Third-level Great Swordsman. The second was Giluit, a Second-level Great Swordsman who guarded the Arena in the capital. The remaining two were both First-level Great Swordsman. One was the commander of the guards in charge of the security of the capital, Viscount Zackrey. The other was Benag, who had only become a Great Swordsman after taking a precious potion.
Giluit had always looked down on Benag because he had only increased his realm after taking a precious potion. No matter how hard he worked, it was impossible for him to advance to the next level. In other words, Benag would only be a First-level Great Swordsman for the rest of his life. He might not even be as good as the First-level Great Swordsman Masters who had advanced naturally.
As the King's relative, Benag came to the Arena because Luther III hoped that he could use the Great Swordsman Great Realm and used. The Great Future Two Two Translator: Editor: Editor: It's a pity that his efforts were wasted on Benag. The first time he fought with a 2-star Gold rank slave gladiator, although the slave gladiator was heavily injured, he managed to get close to Benag and even bit off his right ear.
The Gold-ranked slave gladiator was chopped into meat paste and fed to the daemons. However, the Great Swordsman Benag who was rescued lost his courage. From then on, he no longer dared to compete with the Gold-ranked slave gladiators. He could only rely on the Silver-ranked and Iron-ranked slave gladiators to regain his confidence. Giruvert had once given him a piece of advice that a huge difference in level would not benefit the progress of his swordsmanship. However, Benag enjoyed it and satisfied his perverted mind by torturing and killing low-level gladiators.
Now that something like this had happened, Benag would no longer have the face to stay in the Arena. Great Swordsman Giruvert gloated in his heart. He was originally the only person in the Arena, but Benag just had to come. Not only that, but he was also the King's relative. Although it wouldn't affect his status, it was still an eyesore to have a great swordsman in the Arena. Not only that, he would often have to clean up after Benag if anything went wrong. Speaking of which, Giruvert had a bellyful of anger.
The two squads of royal guards guarding the underground prison had all been mobilized. There were about twenty soldiers at the entrance of the underground passage alone. They were all neatly armed and vigilant. When they saw Locke and Giruvert coming over, they immediately saluted.
Giruvert paused at the entrance and asked, "Where's your platoon jarl, Parbera?"
The leading soldier was stunned for a moment. He looked at Locke and replied hesitantly, "I don't know. He should be down there. I was ordered to guard this entrance and not allow unrelated people to enter or leave …"
Great Swordmaster Giluit did not suspect anything. He hummed in acknowledgment and continued walking down.
The first underground floor was still alright, but many slaves and servants had already woken up and were standing together, whispering to each other.
The second underground floor was very lively. Many slave gladiators were banging on their cell doors and cursing loudly. More than a hundred royal guards were whipping the hands that reached out of the cell. Screams, curses, and the sound of whips could be heard continuously. The entire second underground floor was as noisy as a wet market.
Giruvert snorted with dissatisfaction, but he couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters at this time. As long as he was done with the third underground floor, it wouldn't be too late to deal with the slave gladiators on the second floor. After killing a few of them, the rest would naturally behave themselves.
The guard posts leading to the third floor were on high alert. There were about ten soldiers guarding each iron fence.
When they passed through the last guard post, Giruvert asked again, "Where's your platoon jarl, Parbera?"
The guard did not answer. He only pointed to the depths of the passageway in front of him, and then locked the iron gate with a clatter.
Giruvert's personal follower, Tasiva, was very dissatisfied. "Why did you lock it so quickly? With Giruvert here, are you afraid that you can't solve anything? "
Another personal follower, Geba, tugged at his clothes and advised, "Forget it, they're just soldiers. They have to do this because it's their duty. Locke, hurry up and lead the way. "
Locke nodded and replied, "Yes." He then asked for a torch from the guard post and walked in front.
Seeing light in the distance, Locke said, "Master Giruvert, it's just up ahead …"
Great Swordsman Giluit walked past Locke without a word and strode ahead. His two personal followers, Geba and Tasiva, hurriedly followed.
The light ahead was very quiet. There wasn't any noise, only the sound of a sword being sharpened.
Great Swordmaster Giluit walked over and saw a lion-like man sitting on the ground, using a grindstone to sharpen a longsword that looked like the autumn waters …
Giruvert narrowed his eyes. He felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. He stopped in his tracks. "It's you, Hugh …"
The man sharpening the sword raised his head. It was the slave Grand Swordsman Hugh. "Haha, you're finally here. I've been waiting for a long time. Here, we can have a fair fight. "
"Where's Benag?" Giruvert asked.
"Over there …" Grand Swordmaster Seuss pointed.
Under the dim light of the torch, several naked corpses were scattered on the ground. Great Swordmaster Benag's shifty-eyed face was facing upwards. His pale and lifeless eyes were staring straight at the dark sky. At first glance, one could tell that he was a dead man …
"You killed him …" Swordmaster Giluit exhaled.
Hugh smiled and shook his head. "Not me. I don't need to do anything to these scoundrels."
"I killed him." A clear voice rang out behind great swordsman Giluit.
Giluit and his two attendants turned around in surprise, only to see Locke, the guard who led them here, stick the torch in his hand on the bluestone pillar behind him. He then took off his bronze helmet, revealing his long black hair. He straightened his back, no longer looking like a wretched and timid soldier.
Great Swordsman Giluit waved his hand, and his two followers, Gerba and Tasiva, pounced on Locke at the same time. Great Swordsman Giluit now knew very well that he had fallen into a trap, but he did not panic. His biggest opponent was the slave Great Swordsman Hugh. As long as he defeated Hugh, no matter what tricks these slave gladiators had up their sleeves, they would not be able to do anything to him.
Before he could turn around, he saw a flash of light from the corner of his eye. Then, he heard two grunts and the sound of air leaking. Giruvert's expression changed, and he turned around again. He saw his two subordinates, Gerba and Tasiva, clutching their necks and stumbling a few steps before falling to the ground, struggling for their lives …
"Who are you?" Great swordsman Giluit was only then that he raised his guard.
"I'm Earl Norton Laurist," Laurist replied with a smile.
"Did your family's armed forces occupy our kingdom's Nubit Port?" Even though Great Swordsman Giluit was in the capital's arena, he had heard of the recent changes in the kingdom.
"Bingo, you're right. Unfortunately, there's no reward." Laurist snapped his fingers.
"Why did you invade our Haneabada Kingdom? We've never had a grudge against each other … "Giruvert asked.
"Haha, why? You still have the cheek to ask me why? Your kingdom's slave traders and slave hunters attacked my family's territory and captured my people as slaves. My soldiers and knights were captured here as gladiators … More than thirteen hundred people came in, and now there are only two hundred left … So, I'm here to take revenge, to pay blood for blood … "
"So, you tricked me into coming here? You want to bully me with numbers? "Giruvert unsheathed his longsword.
"I tricked you because I think highly of you. You can't run away here, but I'm afraid you'll run very quickly outside. I won't bully you with numbers. Between the two of us, you can choose one. "Laurist casually swung his sword a few times.
"Then I'll choose you!" Giruvert pounced at Laurist. His sword flashed like a waterfall, and the flashes seemed to pierce through the entire space of the third underground level.
Clang clang clang clang clang …
"Haha, Brother Seuss, he was the one who found me. I didn't snatch it from you. Haha, good timing …" Laurist's voice was still very relaxed amidst the series of sword strikes.
Clang clang clang clang …
Another series of explosive sounds rang out. Great swordsman Giluit let out a muffled groan and flew back three or four meters. He covered his right chest and staggered backwards. There was a thin line of blood on the right side of his chest.
The spectating Grand Swordmaster Seuss opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He could clearly see that Laurist did not retreat even a single step under the thunderous attacks of Master Jiluweide. Instead, he fought speed with speed and fought tit for tat. Not only did he receive Master Jiluweide's storm-like attacks, he even launched a counterattack, stabbing Master Jiluweide's right chest and adding another wound to it. What was even stranger was that Laurist's swordsmanship seemed to contain a blizzard's coldness, causing Giruvert's attacks to become slower and slower, as if he was frozen …
Now, swordmaster Hugh finally understood why Laurist's subordinates and family soldiers felt that it was only natural when he said he would deal with the rank 2 swordmaster Giruvert. No one questioned him. At that time, Hugh even thought that Laurist was too complacent and careless after defeating the Great Swordmaster Benag. After persuading him for a while, he finally let Laurist deal with Giruvert. Who would have thought that the head of the Norton Family was so skilled in swordsmanship? Moreover, as a Earl, he had infiltrated deep into enemy territory and bravely led the charge to save his subordinates. The more Hugh looked at Laurist, the more he admired him …
Giruvert was being pressured by Laurist to the point where he could not breathe. He was already regretting his decision. If he had known that Laurist would be so difficult to deal with, he would have chosen to enslave Hugh. Although Hugh was valiant, he was only a rank 1 swordmaster. It was not as if Hugh had not fought him before. Hugh could delay him for a few hours, and it would be difficult for him to defeat Hugh. However, it would not be easy for Hugh to defeat him either. At least it was better than being forced into a corner by this young man and not being able to escape …
"Ah …" Giruvert was struck again. This time, it was his left rib, and he screamed in pain.
Laurist chuckled. "Not bad. You are indeed a rank 2 swordmaster to be able to withstand over 300 of my strikes. Your swordsmanship is truly worthy of its name …"
Great Swordsman Giluit was speechless. He felt as if the blood in his body had frozen. His movements became stiffer, and his reactions became slower and slower. He felt colder and colder …
It was as if there was a world of ice and snow in front of him. The sword lights that filled the sky turned into snowflakes that fluttered down on his body. He did not feel cold, and he only felt as if he had turned into a snowflake that danced with the wind, flying freely in this snowy world …
"Ugh …" Laurist's longsword pierced into Master Giluweide's throat, but Master Giluweide seemed to have lost consciousness. His eyes rolled back, and he revealed a strange smile as he fell to the ground, dead.
"Lord Locke, your swordsmanship is so strange, and it's a little too cold. Even I, a bystander, am shivering …" Great Swordsman Seuss cautiously approached and looked at the dead Great Swordsman Giluit.
"It's just an elemental counter. I've been practicing my swordsmanship in this world of ice and snow …" Laurist said casually, "Alright, this Great Swordmaster Giluit is already dead. We can finally relax a bit. Now, it's time for the Gold and Silver gladiator instructors. "
Laurist's idea was very simple. He wanted to find a way to lure the fighting power of the colosseum into the underground prison, and then close the door and beat them up. It was very easy to deal with the 200 or so imperial guards. Very quickly, they were all replaced with slave gladiators to pretend to be guards. Then, he had to lure Giruvert down.
Laurist personally took action, and he had succeeded. Next, he had to pretend to be Giruvert's orders, and let the Gold and Silver gladiator instructors head to the third underground level to suppress the rebellion of the slave gladiators.
Thirteen Gold and nearly a hundred Silver instructors were ambushed in the third underground level. Soon, their corpses littered the ground. The only bad news was that the Gold gladiator instructors who had fallen into the trap struggled on their deathbed, and died together with Prome, the newly freed Gold slave gladiator. Although Laurist and Seuss had already started a massacre, they were too far away to save Prome's life. At the same time, seven Silver slave gladiators were sacrificed.
Around four in the morning, the entire colosseum fell into the hands of the slave gladiators. Laurist quietly left the colosseum and snuck back into the guest room of the Flame and Blood Tavern.
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