Chapter 35 Swordsman
“We can’t kill each other anymore.”
After attracting the attention of most people, Honor hesitated to speak.
“If we don’t have to kill each other in regular gladiatorial combat, then we shouldn’t kill each other.”
“What happened with Yochula...should never happen again. .”
Speaking of this, Honor looked at Yochula who was huddled in the corner with concern.
Yochula had no reaction. He was immersed in pain. The only thing he cared about now was figuring out when he could see his mother again.
“Again?” Someone said, “You made such a suggestion last time. I thought you would be more honest after humiliating yourself.”
“Yes, gladiator. The field did not say that we must kill each other in regular gladiatorial battles. They also tended to save our lives for consumption in large-scale gladiatorial battles or festivals, but they also did not prohibit us from killing each other. What qualifications do you have to prohibit it?" someone said.
"I'm not prohibiting, I'm calling..." Honor said to the two gladiators who clearly refuted him, "Please..."
Kleist looked coldly at the two people being "begged" by Honor.
She knew clearly that Honor was not really begging these two people to accept the no-kill principle, but was begging them to be smart and save their lives.
“Shut up, old guy.”
“I won’t agree to some bullshit idea of not killing each other. We are comrades in arms and fight side by side in large-scale gladiatorial battles. That’s true, but We are enemies in regular combat!”
The two still resisted firmly.
Angron looked at Qin Xia.
Qin Xia sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and said nothing.
But from another third perspective created with spiritual energy, Qin Xia observed everyone's reactions at the same time.
Some people obviously disagree, but they are calmer, or in other words, they have more non-fighting life time, which makes them quite sophisticated. They can see that Honor will turn this former There's a reason why rejected advice comes back to the same old tune, so they're cautious.
There are also some people who don’t care about this proposal from the bottom of their hearts.
Others pretended to care, because these people were better at observing, and they discovered what was hidden in the undisguised eyes of the young primarch.
But it doesn’t matter.
The no-kill principle is only the first step.
“I have always agreed with Old Bear.”
A misfit who had been sitting in the corner all day spoke up.
"I don't want to participate in any of your escape plans, including Caesar and others. I won't participate when they try to escape..."
As he said this, the misfit glanced at everyone and tried to persuade Honor. : "I don't regard anyone as a friend, but I am not willing to kill anyone if you ask me to, and I don't want to be killed by anyone. We should really consider Lao Xiong's suggestion."
"Does it mean killing someone if you don't abide by the no-kill principle?" someone asked.
"I think so." The Misfit said, "If you don't want to be killed and you don't want to kill, why don't you agree with the no-kill principle proposed by Lao Xiong?"
Questioner Momentarily speechless.
Qin Xia looked at this unsociable person and felt that he was at least a normal person.
This person may not participate in anything the gladiators do, but he will at least agree to something that is good for everyone because he does not want to die.
“Why don’t you accept it?” Honor was a little angry, and also frightened for those who did not accept it. “Do we have to kill each other when we don’t have to kill each other?”
Seeing that those people were still indifferent, Honor turned his head and looked at Qin Xia.
He conveyed a meaning to Qin Xia with his eyes, that is, he really hoped that Qin Xia could persuade him.
After seeing Honor cast a look as if he was asking Qin Xia for his opinion, the gladiators looked at the man who had carved a rope of triumph for each of them after killing the Pariah Slayer last time.
"..." Qin Xia remained silent and didn't even open his eyes.
"I object too." Someone else made it clear, "I'm sorry. If I can achieve better results in the arena and gain a higher reputation, I can get out of this hell earlier."< br>
Honor frowned: "Go out by stepping on the corpses of others who are suffering from the same disease?"
"Either I get killed, or I kill others, and I have to go out even if I step on other people's corpses." the man responded.
Honor was helpless. Finally, after a brief silence, the old bear turned around and glanced at everyone present: "Raise your right hand in agreement."
After his eyes glanced at Yochula, Honor changed his tune. : "Those who disagree raise their hands."
Those who oppose Honor don't even bother to raise their hands to express their disapproval.
Qin Xia wrote down the ten people who could clearly see their opposition, and immediately looked at the schedule on the wall.
This afternoon he was going to participate in his first regular fight, and neither of the people he fought alongside or as his opponent were any of the ten people.
Qin Xia was not in a hurry at all. Taking a look at the schedule, at least Angron and Kleist had their turn to form a team with those ten people.
After a while.
The heavy footsteps of the security omnic penetrated the gate and entered the cave.
Qin Xia stood up and walked towards the gate.
The gladiatorial battle is about to begin. As before, the security omnic will escort the gladiators to the armory to get weapons, and then go to the arena to fight.
But today after the gate was opened, the security omnics stayed on both sides of the road, as if lining up to greet the arrival of a big shot.
Then the man in gorgeous clothes strode through the road in the middle of the omnic queue and came to the cave.
"Ahem." The man cleared his throat, held his head high, and glanced at each gladiator with contempt, finally focusing on Qin Xia.
"In front of you is the person in charge of the arena, the glorious servant of the Tarke family, kneel down and salute!" The omnics all made a cold electronic synthesized sound.
Qin Xia looked down at the person in charge: "A glorious servant of the Tarke family? I thought you would be so grand."
The person in charge looked at Qin Xia with his head held high, without any hint of cowardice. In his eyes, all the gladiators are just puppets controlled by him.
There seemed to be more important things, so the person in charge did not bother with etiquette matters, nor did he bother to bother with these illiterate gladiators.
"Your schedule has changed. Today you have to fight a Guardsman." The person in charge said, "The honorable title of this Guardsman is Swordsman."
Qin Xia frowned.
"Oh, you haven't heard of this title, it doesn't matter, but you will know how much this person wants to kill you." The person in charge smiled, "Let me remind you. The arrester who was killed by you in the desert that day The slave team..."
"Your parents are in the slave team, so you are looking for a swordsman to help you take revenge?" Qin Xia said.
“Don’t rush me.” The person in charge said, “You’re dead” on his face, “The swordsman is my nephew.”
“Okay, dig a bigger hole. Let's organize the funeral of your brother and son together tomorrow to save trouble." Qin Xia walked past the person in charge, "I saved you trouble, so you owe me a favor."
The person in charge is obviously not good at bickering. So Qin Xia took a breath after choking on these words.
Then he looked at Qin Xia's back and announced coldly: "There is a big shot coming to see your fight. He said he can let you make a request."
Qin Xia didn't want to pay attention to it, but thought of something and stopped. Turning around: "I want to bring ten people."
Bringing ten people is too outrageous.
The ten people Qin Xia will bring to the field are the ten people who are unwilling to abide by the no-kill principle.
But it seemed that the person in charge had a reason to agree, so he nodded: "You can choose the ten people except Angron, they will all die anyway."
Qin Xia turned around and searched among the gladiators.
The person in charge lowered his head without looking at Qin Xia, and stretched out his little finger to pick his ears.
“Don’t even say thank you?”
“It seems that your gladiator friends haven’t told you that no matter what kind of person comes here, they must please the owner here, please. Your master."
"I want you to die piece by piece, just pick up the pen and arrange a wheel battle for you on the gladiator schedule, do you understand?"
The person in charge flicked away the earwax from under his fingernails.
"Forget it, I'm not a fussy person, so get ready. I'll go greet my master first. A slave like you can be rude, but a superior person like me can't."
(End of this chapter)