Chapter 113 I want the whole world to know my name!
“Dear gladiatorial competition fans!”
“The first show will begin soon!”
Seeing the rising emotions of the audience, the arena announcer timely He opened his mouth and used a fanatical tone to enhance the atmosphere in the arena.
“Wow, let me see, the first show is 1VS10!”
"Debala, who comes from the desert in the southern part of the empire, will face off against 10 thugs with extraordinary skills."
The arena announcer shouted loudly, and the ups and downs of his tone touched the hearts of the audience.
"Medical and medical staff, please stand by on the sidelines. I feel like this will be over soon!"
The slightly interesting voice caused the audience to laugh and curse, but the fanatical atmosphere It became increasingly dense, surrounding the Knox Scalia Arena.
“Start!”
As the voice of the arena announcer spread throughout the arena,
in the north and south directions of the circular arena paved with yellow sand, strong and thick iron bars on both sides were suddenly pulled up, and dark passages appeared.
The Noxian soldiers, who were observing their duties, pushed the prisoners in front of them forward, signaling them to enter the arena.
On the south side of the iron gate, a person walked out.
Wearing linen clothes, mail armor underneath, and a steel armor on his head, covering his face.
Ten people walked out of the iron gate on the north side.
They are heavily armed and extremely fierce thugs.
They seemed to be entering the arena for the first time. They looked at the densely packed audience around them, with some hesitation and surprise on their sinister faces.
However, when the overwhelming shouts echoed in their ears, the mood of the thugs began to change, and their eyes filled with red color.
Whoo! Whoops!
Heavy breathing sounded.
The thugs' eyes moved and involuntarily fell on their opponents not far in front of them.
The cold winter wind was blowing, and in the yellow sand arena about a hundred meters in diameter, Debala and the thugs looked at each other warily, clenched the sharp blades in their hands, and kept a distance.
Around them, ten ferocious iron pillars stood, with black blood stains on their dark gray surfaces.
Boom!
Perhaps because they disliked the slow pace of the battle in front of them, the shouts of the audience stimulated Debara and the thugs in the field.
Clang!
Yellow sand rises everywhere, and sharp blades strike.
A touch of bright red blood sprayed to the ground, instantly igniting the atmosphere on the audience stage. The shouts and din of Xingyun were heard, lapping the arena like a wave.
"Conquering Blade?"
Huo Jixing looked at the desperate killings in the Huangsha Arena and raised his eyebrows lightly.
Debala, who comes from the southern desert of the empire, showed his skill as a conquering blade in this battle.
And this level of skill is enough to serve as a captain of ten in an ordinary battle group in the Noxus Empire.
“What a pity!”
Huo Jixing sighed softly when he saw Debala’s fighting scene on the field.
With the skill level of the Conquering Blade, it can indeed crush ordinary people, but the strength level of the opposing thugs is not weak either.
With weapons and armor of the same level, Debara is still an ordinary person after all.
Perhaps in the wild, he can rely on the terrain to maneuver around and even fight back one by one, but in the wide arena, he almost loses the space to maneuver.
Faced with ten heavily armed and fierce thugs, Debala killed two of them and eventually died on the spot due to excessive blood loss.
“Challenge failed!”
When the arena announcer saw that the winner was decided in the Huangsha Arena, he immediately roared.
Then the prepared medical personnel quickly went in and took the injured thug down. Some Noxian soldiers also entered the scene and dragged away the bodies that were still a little warm.
"Okay, fellow gladiator fans, let's start the next show!"
The arena announcer seemed to have seen interesting news, and his tone became high.
"Wow, it seems that today's performance is very good. Next up is the former captain of the noble guard. He is going to face off against the ferocious hunter from Freljord——!"
"Frostfang Giant Wolf!"
In the increasingly heated atmosphere, the thick iron fence was pulled up, and a prison car holding two Frostfang Giant Wolves marched into the arena.
"Wow, it's two giant frost-fang wolves!" the arena announcer exclaimed.
The heavy iron fence at the other end was pulled up, and a tall man wearing broken armor and holding a rusty blade walked slowly over.
He looked at the two giant frost-toothed wolves that were hungry in the prison car, looking embarrassed.
"You are asking me to die!"
The tall man looked at the Noxian soldiers beside him and growled.
But what he was waiting for was a silent and cold gaze.
"You" the tall man's eyes were gloomy.
He looked at the giant frost-toothed wolf that roared not far away. The sharp claws left traces on the prison car. The seeds of fear sprouted and bloomed in his heart.
Bang!
The tall man pushed aside the Noxian soldiers escorting him, clutched the rusty weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the audience stand.
"Gladiator performance?"
"Then the performance with the death of the audience will continue to attract so many people?"
On the flame high platform, leaning sideways on the huge stone Draven stood up slowly from the chair.
Pure intuition told him that the participants in this performance seemed to want to disrupt the business of the Knox Scalia Arena.
“The guy who doesn’t know how to live or die!”
Dlevin looked coldly as he looked at the tall man who broke free from his captor.
If it weren’t for the endorsement of the Knox Scalia Arena, this guy would have died in prison long ago.
Buzz! Buzz!
Draven moved his left hand slightly, and the flying ax in his hand rotated rapidly.
Then he looked at the tall man and threw the throwing ax. The sharp ax blade cut through the air like lightning, plowing clear marks on the yellow sand ground.
Clang!
The rapidly rotating flying ax accurately struck the tall man's rusty blade, stopping him abruptly.
Then, the flying ax flew into the air and spun into Draven's hand at a clever angle.
"Did you hear it? The death knell has tolled for you."
A flash of blood flashed in Draven's cold eyes, and he threw the throwing ax again, and a white trace appeared out of thin air, followed by waves of low cries. sound, slashing towards the target.
Crunch! Poof!
The sharp ax blade can easily cut through armor.
It was accompanied by bursts of sharp bone-cutting sounds. In an instant!
The body was separated, and red blood sprayed out from the tall man's broken waist and abdomen like a fountain, staining the yellow sand ground red.
He still refused to give up and moved half of his body, trying to crawl towards the audience stand.
Pop!
Dlevin stepped on the tall man's head, pulled out his throwing ax from the ground, raised his arms high, and turned around to signal to the audience.
After a moment of shock and silence, the crowd in the auditorium erupted in cheers.
With a smile on his face, Draven twirled his ax and flung it lightly into the air, showing off his skills to his newfound loyal audience and savoring their ecstatic cheers.
Until the cup of tea.
Draven returned to the flame platform again, his cold face no longer smiling, and a hint of worry appeared in his dark pupils.
“The Arena, the Reckoner!”
After enduring a protracted, multi-front war, ordinary citizens of Noxus had begun to lose their appetite for this activity.
As people's attention shifted, the business of the arena also began to stagnate.
Before Swain's coup, Draven was depressed because of this, and he spent more and more time immersed in the chaotic wine bars and gambling houses in the capital.
And now, by executing the noble elites, Draven has once again revitalized the arena.
Let himself reap wealth, adoration, prestige, and all the things he thinks he deserves.
It's just that such a gimmick is not a long-term solution after all.
In recent times, Draven has gradually discovered that the booming business in the arena has begun to decline, and seems to want to return to the previous lack of attention.
“I’m lucky to see Lord Draven’s final performance.”
Looking at the prison van being dragged back in the bloody sand, the young Noxian soldier couldn’t hide his excitement. , complexion red.
Except for Draven's performance.
He made a considerable profit by raising the first and second games.
"As usual tomorrow, bring me a pot of strong liquor." Huo Jixing said with a smile, his eyes falling on the increasingly noisy auditorium.
It is indeed the Noxus Empire.
The bloody show in the Nox Scalia Arena has become one of the Noxians' favorite activities in recent times.
"No problem." The young Noxian soldier agreed.
Huo Jixing turned his eyes and landed on the high flame platform. He saw Draven and the two flying axes spinning in his hands.
"Rune weapons!"
He confirmed in his heart that the two throwing axes were definitely rune weapons, and they were high-level rune weapons that were very suitable for Draven.
In this way, the Noxus Empire has achieved great results in its research on runes and magic.
When Huo Jixing thought of the fragments of the world rune [Volume] used by Darius in the second battle of Freljord, and the Black Cutter.
And Draven's skill level is so high that it's somewhat beyond imagination.
He visually estimated that the distance from the high platform to the Huangsha Arena should be about a hundred meters, but the flying ax thrown by Draven still accurately hit the sharp blade in the target's hand.
Of course, it would be fine if it only hits the sharp blade.
In the end, the throwing ax spun back into Draven's hands at a clever angle.
With just such skills, Huo Jixing could tell that Delevingne's skill level far exceeded his own, and he might have reached the level of a master.
The performance in the Huangsha Arena continues.
It’s just that the warm atmosphere when Delevingne appeared was no longer seen.
Wait until the show is over.
Huo Jixing returned to the cell under the leadership of the young Noxian soldier.
In the prison passage, he saw many envious looks from prisoners, envious that he could move around freely.
Huo Jixing smiled, didn't care, and returned to the cell.
Lying on the clean and tidy bed, he was pondering Draven's ax throwing skills while recalling all the performances in the Knox Scalia Arena.
Huo Jixing discovered something interesting.
When Delevingne appeared on the stage, the atmosphere was the most lively.
However, when other liquidators performed, the cheers and enthusiasm of the audience dropped significantly, and some people even left the venue early.
This is not a good thing for the Knox Scalia Arena. Huo Jixing thought to himself.
The existence of superstars can indeed attract more people to enter the arena, watch performances, place bets and consume.
But in a gladiatorial arena, we cannot only rely on superstars, but also have the presence of other liquidator stars.
This is an important condition to ensure the continued operation of the Knox Scalia Arena.
As a result, Huo Jixing only sees the popularity of Draven, but does not see the birth of other liquidator stars.
Crunch!
The iron door of the cell opened.
Huo Jixing heard the news and went out, and unexpectedly saw Delevingne. He immediately stood up and saluted.
"How is it? I'm getting used to the life here." Draven looked at the room and asked.
"It's not bad. It's much more relaxed than when I was in the military camp." Huo Jixing joked with a relaxed expression.
"The food is also very good."
Delevingne smiled, his beard twitching slightly: "If you're bored, try being a liquidator?"
"Why? With a genius idea and very good strength, he will definitely become a famous liquidator." Draven raised his head slightly.
He also came up with the idea after hearing that Huo Jixing wanted to watch a gladiatorial performance.
After Huo Jixing thought for a while, seeing that Delevingne had no obvious change in mood, he softly refused: "I'm sorry, Lord Delevingne, the liquidator is not my target."
Draven shrugged his shoulders, not surprised at all.
A transcendent person like Huo Jixing does not desire worship and fame like him.
"Then have a good rest!" Draven was about to leave.
Now, he has everything he can think of, and even more than enough, but now he only has one dream -
One day let the whole world know his name!
The Knox Scalia Arena was the stage for his voyage.
So he wants to maintain the current fanatical atmosphere of the arena and invite some good people to join the Liquidators to bring a more exciting performance.
Huo Jixing looked at Draven's leaving figure, suddenly his heart moved, and he recalled some information from his previous life.
"Lord Draven, maybe we can try to change the ancient rules of the arena?"
(End of this chapter)