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"Hey, it looks like your student is about to lose!" Su Ye suddenly became interested.
Just as the various clans wanted to see Su Ye's embarrassment, for Su Ye, witnessing Garen's "failure" was also a rare and amusing event.
Garen did not respond and continued to watch the match in the Gladiatorial Arena.
"Hmph, what did I say? This human slave is simply pathetic!" Tastandin smiled, finally finding an opportunity to mock Garen. "Especially in weapon selection; it's the biggest blunder! He hasn't even mastered the basics of swordplay and thinks he can use advanced weapons? It's a miracle if he wins!"
Kakashi paused for a moment, puzzled. "Could it be that he chose the weapon himself?"
"Possible. The choice of weapon is crucial for future training. If one gives up 'passion' for the sake of 'suitability,' then any increase in combat power will only be temporary! Moreover, recklessly changing weapons without sufficient strength will only make the path harder."
"So you're saying this guy is doing it on purpose?" Someone looked at Garen with derision.
In a world governed by the principle of strength, no one cares whether you mean well; they only focus on results. Even if the human slave's failure stemmed from "weapon choice," losing is still losing. Furthermore, this match was related to the quota for Dead Man's Gorge, making it foolish in everyone's eyes for the young man to choose his weapon at such a critical moment.
"Then he must be foolish!" Tastandin sneered. "They're going to be taken back to slavery soon; choosing any weapon is completely meaningless... Hmm, I bet this warrior doesn't care about the Human Slave at all. He must be trying to impress someone... Oh my, could he be trying to pursue Lord Suye?"
Hearing Tastandin's teasing, everyone burst into laughter. With Han Yun's defeat seemingly certain, Tastandin felt free to speak his mind.
Kachin chuckled along and threw an appreciative glance.
Only at the edge of the stands, Lucifer's eyes remained filled with confusion.
In his view, that Human Slave should not have lost so quickly. Although he didn't have high hopes for the young man, his movements with the spear and various highly accurate attacks indicated that he had a solid foundation. Or rather, if it weren't for his frequent erratic movements with the spear, this young man's spear technique could already be considered exquisite.
But why was that?
Lucifer turned to see a faint smile playing at the corners of Mock Vande's mouth.
As a servant of the Sertate Clan, Lucifer understood what "Mock Vande's smile" meant, and his heart skipped a beat.
"What did you see?" Mock Vande asked lightly.
Lucifer turned back, his gaze fixed intently on the two youths in the Gladiatorial Arena, finally landing on the spear.
Moments later, Lucifer's pupils constricted as he exclaimed in shock, "Is it... is it Gravity?"
Mock Vande did not respond, casting an imperceptible glance at Garen.
...
Meanwhile, Garen was also focused on the match in the Gladiatorial Arena.
Just when everyone thought the outcome was certain, Garen slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "We won."
Su Ye blinked in surprise; even she couldn't understand Garen's meaning. Given the current situation, Han Yun's defeat seemed almost guaranteed. What did he mean by "we won"?
Did Garen have some other intention for this match?
Su Ye suspiciously blinked her eyes and finally directed all her attention back to the Gladiatorial Arena.
After a moment, she rarely pinched her brow and asked, "How many times did you train him with Gravity?"
Garen held up four fingers.
"..." Su Ye.
In the Gravity Training Room, training Han Yun was a bold decision in itself. It was important to note that Han Yun was just an ordinary person and had not cultivated Fighting Spirit, making it difficult for him to move freely in such an environment. However, what was even more astonishing was that Garen had increased the gravity to four times its normal level!
What did this mean? It meant that Han Yun would struggle during the training process; even a simple movement would consume a significant amount of energy. Despite having many supplies to recover stamina, the process would still be excruciating. In such circumstances, it would be impossible to endure without extraordinary willpower!
At the same time, this also demonstrated Garen's training capabilities. After all, for an ordinary person to withstand four times the gravity, any misstep could lead to injury—be it ruptured blood vessels or severe internal organ compression…
But that was not the most critical point.
What was even more alarming was that after finishing the high-intensity training, this young man did not take the time to adapt to normal gravity!
This could be seen from the way his spear floated erratically.
It was known that after stepping out from such high gravity, even those with formidable strength would need time to adjust back to normal gravity.
When Lucifer realized this, his shock intensified beyond measure.
Of course, if he were to find out that Han Yun had actually spent the time meant for adapting to gravity on "getting a good night's sleep," he would probably be so startled that he would jump up in disbelief.
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In the Gladiatorial Arena.
Hans had firmly grasped Han Yun's erratic spear techniques and used them to gain a significant advantage. He advanced with his shield and axe, steadily pushing Han Yun into a corner.
"Clang!"
Han Yun's spear whistled through the air but hesitated at a crucial moment before being cleaved away by Hans's axe, forcing him back several meters closer to his opponent.
This made Hans even more confident; for him, this competition was his opportunity. Yes, sitting in the distant stands were the prominent figures of the entire Blood Clan. If he could stand out before them and win, he might receive rewards, or even leave the slave quarters!
This advantage was clearly something Han Yun could never possess. No matter how well Han Yun performed, no one would be willing to take him away, and the reason was simple—he was of the Human Race!
With this thought, a glimmer of killing intent suddenly shone in Hans's eyes as he swung his double-bladed axe with a whoosh!
Clang! At that moment, Han Yun did not pull back his spear; instead, he thrust forward with the tip of his spear to block this fierce strike!
How could this be possible!
Hans was filled with shock. According to his judgment, Han Yun should have been exhausted by now! There was no way he could block this blow! More importantly, in this movement, his spear was surprisingly steady!
Without hesitation, Hans seized the opportunity created by the gap in the double-bladed axe to grip the spear while simultaneously launching a shield bash with his other hand!
With a loud bang, Han Yun's body tilted sideways as he staggered back several steps, using his body to absorb the impact! But at that same moment, he pulled out his spear and smoothly thrust it forward!
Han Yun was extremely fatigued at this moment, beads of sweat dotting his forehead.
But this was far from his limit; after all, he had been much more exhausted in the Gravity Training Room!
Moreover, at this moment, he felt that his spear technique was becoming more and more adept, as if that earlier sense of being "out of control" had gradually faded away.
Boom! The spear and shield collided with a dull thud, causing Hans to stagger back several steps.
No! He couldn't lose! This competition determined whether he could leave the slave quarters! He had to perform brilliantly; he had to push his opponent into a corner; he had to kill his opponent!
Hans's eyes turned bloodshot as he let out a low growl and immediately launched a counterattack.
However, before they had exchanged blows a few times, that spear once again thrust forward with precision and steadiness. Hans was startled and quickly raised his round shield. With another loud thud, Hans was once again knocked back.
Without waiting for Hans to lower his round shield, Han Yun's spear struck again!
"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"...
Once the spear technique became more precise, Han Yun's long spear moved faster and faster!
Hans, by the end, didn't even dare to lift his shield; he had discarded his double-bladed axe and was forced to retreat, holding the shield with both hands as he was relentlessly pushed back!
The entire Gladiatorial Arena echoed with the dull sounds of spear and shield colliding!
Gradually, even the spectators in the stands were drawn in, their voices rising in disbelief as they watched the scene unfold before them.
How... is this possible?!
Just moments ago, the young man seemed on the verge of defeat, yet in an instant, he had completely suppressed his opponent, leaving Hans with no chance to retaliate. It even appeared that he was handling it with ease?!
Silence! Absolute silence!
Only the sound of spear and shield clashing filled the air, growing increasingly rapid until it created a layered echo! Looking at the young man's movements, they were so swift that afterimages appeared, dazzling to behold; one had to exert effort just to catch the details!
"What kind of spear technique is this..." someone asked in a trembling voice.
But no one answered.
Garen's lips curled into a slight smile as he shook his head.
Only he knew that this spear technique was one Zhao Xin had used during his forty-second battle in the Gladiatorial Arena. Each thrust was like a tide, advancing layer upon layer with minimal effort in recovery while delivering maximum power—a truly astonishing level of difficulty.
Although Han Yun had only mastered the basics, to the naked eye, he already bore a striking resemblance to a seasoned fighter.
"Thud!"
After a deafening barrage of gunfire, the dull thudding sound suddenly ceased, replaced by a sharp crack.
Han Yun finally halted his advance.
The sturdy round shield had been pierced, and as he stared at the gun barrel pressed against his nostrils, Hans collapsed to the ground with a thud, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
It was both fear and the result of Han Yun's rapid-fire shooting that left his hands still reeling from the impact.
The entire Gladiatorial Arena fell silent.
Including Lion's Eye himself, everyone was staring at Han Yun with shock in their eyes.
At that moment, the young man exuded an imposing aura akin to a spear, piercing straight into their hearts!
Was he really that despicable Human Slave from seven days ago?!
"What are you doing?!" A sharp voice rang out.
Hackman strode into the Gladiatorial Arena, fixating his gaze on the gun-wielding youth.
Though this action was tantamount to offending Garen, for Hackman, the threat posed by Lion's Eye was clearly far greater than that of Garen… If Han Yun were to achieve victory, he might not even make it back to the slave quarters!
What awaited him was nothing but death!
"Do you even know how to use a gun? Is this how you handle it? Fool!"
"Drop the gun right now! Damn it, you lost! You broke the rules! You shouldn't use the gun like that!"
Hackman attempted to snatch the spear, but Han Yun swiftly dodged, causing Hackman to fall to the ground with a thud.
"You..." Hackman’s face was filled with rage, ready to scold, but his voice suddenly faltered.
The sharp spear was now pressed against his forehead.
Hackman's pupils dilated as he realized the boy before him had become unfamiliar. The slightly gaunt face, the tied-back black hair, and those steady, calm eyes... Even Hackman had to believe that if he uttered another word, the boy would truly kill him.
Facing the slave overseer he had once feared most, the old man who had tormented him countless times, Han Yun's gaze grew complex.
He tightened his grip on the spear.
"I won."
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