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Not only Han Yun, but Hans also showed a look of terror, his hands trembling as he gripped the Shield Axe.
"Hey, little Hans! No need to be so scared. Although I want to say something to you, someone is not letting me..." Hackman said with a hint of regret before turning his head. "Long time no see, Han Yun!"
Seeing Hackman's face covered in brown spots, Han Yun instinctively took two steps back, feeling his previously steady mindset begin to waver.
At the same time, Hans ran off in a panic to a distance.
"Are you really that afraid of me?" Hackman feigned a helpless expression, spreading his hands. "Back when we were at the slave quarters, I took care of you the most."
Sweat beads formed on Han Yun's forehead.
"If it weren't for you, I might have been promoted to the outer fortress by now... Thanks to your reckless escape, I had to stay in that hellhole for another twenty years!" Hackman's cold smile gradually froze, revealing a gloomy expression.
As the overseer of the slave quarters, Hackman could have executed Han Yun directly. However, he couldn't bring himself to kill this boy who had cost him his promotion... Yes, he would use every means possible to torment the boy to death!
"I'm not going to waste more words with you. You must lose this match to Hans." Hackman snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes. "You should understand that this match has nothing to do with you. Once it's over, you'll return to the dark slave quarters. So I advise you to behave; otherwise..."
Before Hackman could finish his sentence, Han Yun interrupted him.
"I refuse..." Han Yun tightened his grip on the spear, though his voice was still very soft.
Hackman's expression changed slightly as he glared at Han Yun. "What did you say? Say it again!"
"He said he refuses." At that moment, a hand landed on Hackman's shoulder.
Hackman turned his head with a gloomy expression, and immediately saw Garen behind him. His face changed drastically. "M-Master!"
Although this "conversation" was ordered by Lion's Eye, neither Lion's Eye nor Garen were individuals that Hackman could afford to offend. Angering any one of them would be enough to get him killed a hundred times over!
"Do you mind if I listen in?" Garen asked, looking at Hackman.
"Uh...," Hackman was sweating profusely, quickly waving his hands. "No, no, no! I was just here to cheer for Han Yun... Since you are here, I'll take my leave!"
With that, Hackman hurriedly left the Gladiatorial Arena under Garen's watchful gaze.
"Master, I..." Han Yun looked up, his face slightly pale.
"I heard everything," Garen said, ruffling the boy's hair with a smile. "That was a brave response."
"Yes..." Han Yun hesitated and nodded.
"You must understand that you are no longer the person you once were."
Han Yun was taken aback for a moment, not quite grasping the meaning of those words.
Garen pointed to the boy's left hand. "You have already made your choice, haven't you?"
On Han Yun's left hand rested a long and sharp spear.
Han Yun's gaze gradually became resolute as he nodded firmly. "Yes, I have made my decision!"
At that moment, the sound of bells rang out from the edge of the Gladiatorial Arena.
Several Bloodline Mages had completed the engraving of the formation and were now retreating from the Gladiatorial Arena. Although only two young men were competing, since this was a pure test of combat strength, they absolutely could not use any external powers. The magic circle served to block any attempts to enhance strength through special potions.
The energy of this magic circle was not impressive; it could only suppress power fluctuations below the Second Rank, but that was sufficient.
"It's starting!" The nobles watching the Gladiatorial Arena focused their attention.
In the center of the Gladiatorial Arena, Han Yun and Hans stood about ten meters apart, performing a somewhat unorthodox ceremonial gesture before charging at each other simultaneously.
"This is boring. That woman, Su Ye, doesn't seem to care at all. Is she really uninterested in Dead Man's Gorge?" one person frowned, clearly displeased.
"That's a bit strange... Given her competitive nature, it's unlikely she would be disinterested!" another whispered. "Last time her spot in Lost Land was taken, she almost killed Cimiccia's third place!"
...
After all, the competitors were just young men, and those present were significant figures of the blood clan. No matter how dazzling their performance might be, it seemed ordinary in their eyes. What truly piqued their interest was Su Ye's reaction; everyone was waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
However, Su Ye maintained a relaxed demeanor throughout, sitting quietly in the stands with her mind completely elsewhere, far from the Gladiatorial Arena.
This was quite strange! The outcome of this match directly affected Solomon's spot in Lost Land!
Su Ye was not the type to generously step aside!
"I'll give you information on Dead Man's Gorge later; make sure to study it well," Su Ye said casually, her long legs resting on the seat in front of her.
Garen pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Are you so sure that I will go?"
"Didn't Niguzate already come to see you?" Su Ye shrugged and replied, "That guy is just like Somaroth, always playing tricks behind people's backs. Since they haven't confronted you directly, it means they'll let you secure a spot."
Due to Su Ye's serious injuries from that night, she had temporarily shut down Embrace's "gaze," so she hadn't seen Niguzate visit Garen.
But given this woman's intelligence, it was easy to piece everything together.
Garen shook his head and said, "What I mean is, why should I go to Dead Man's Gorge?"
Su Ye was momentarily taken aback before helplessly saying, "Why do you always have to make things difficult for me?"
Before Garen could respond, Su Ye got straight to the point.
"Dead Man's Gorge opens for about two months each time. If you agree, then when you come out..."
"Your tower should be built by then."
It was still a transaction.
The conversation had returned to the initial question.
But since Su Ye dared to say this, she wouldn't play tricks on it; she knew very well that the Watchtower was also Garen's bottom line.
Garen remained silent for a moment. "I want all the relevant information."
...
"It seems we should congratulate the Raimel Family in advance! That Human Slave won't last much longer!"
The competition had only been underway for two minutes, yet the nobles had already reached a conclusion. Although they couldn't witness Su Ye's embarrassment, flattering Acheron was still a good option. After all, a single Clan could not secure two spots; since the Reimer Clan had claimed Garen's position, Acheron's opinion would undoubtedly be significant in the upcoming re-selection.
Many had already begun to curry favor with Acheron, flocking to his side with eager attentiveness.
As the most renowned young Heir among the Thirteen Clans, Acheron was accustomed to being surrounded by admirers. He handled it with ease and displayed a gentlemanly demeanor.
Lion's Eye occasionally cast mocking glances at Garen.
Gradually, most people began to overlook the duel taking place in the Gladiatorial Arena. There, two young men were engaged in combat—one wielding a spear with fluid movements, while the other skillfully maneuvered a Shield Axe, creating a stalemate.
However, this stalemate was only temporary; anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Human Slave would soon lose.
Though his spear technique was impressive, it was strange how his weapon remained in an erratic state. Initially, he might have gained an advantage from its length, but as time passed, even that small edge began to slip away.
In contrast, Hans appeared somewhat clumsy in his movements but maintained remarkable stability. He used his shield to block incoming attacks and employed his dual-bladed axe to control his opponent, executing each maneuver with precision.
As a result, the contest of skill transformed into a battle of endurance.
The outcome became increasingly clear; while Hans wasn't particularly large in stature, he was solidly built—far beyond what this frail human could compete against.
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