Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 72: The Piercing Prince

The Blood Fang Arena was bustling with noise and the dense crowd was as dizzying as the black ants in an ant nest.

Because this will be the most grand performance in history, the man-eating lion Euro will fight against the strongest slave butcher, and the fight between man and lion will be full of gimmicks.

The entire slave capital was so crowded that people came here to watch the fights or to gamble and get rich. Many nobles even came here from thousands of miles away despite the long journey.

"Hahahaha, everyone, welcome to the Blood Fang Arena, and welcome to my slave city!"

A loud laugh resounded throughout the entire arena. People looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a black tuxedo standing in the air above the arena, ignoring the constraints of gravity.

His tuxedo was well-tailored, and a blood-red gem brooch was pinned to his collar, sparkling eerily in the sunlight.

His skin was as pale as paper, his eyes sparkled like two rubies, dangerous and charming, his face was handsome and cold, his high cheekbones and deep eye sockets gave him an unapproachable majesty.

A torrent of blood-red magic power lingered around him like a ribbon, which might be the reason why he could fly.

"The Impaler!"

"The Impaler!"

The moment they saw the man, the audience couldn't help but shout out his title.

Simon Clay, the hero who shone brightly in the Battle of Dragon and Lion, once single-handedly summoned countless blood-red spears to pierce an army of rebels from bottom to top. The soldiers were nailed in the air like scarecrows in a rice field, wailing incessantly.

The scene that day was like hell descending upon the world, and he earned the terrifying name "The Impaler".

After the war, because of his outstanding military achievements, King Sosia VII appointed him as an honorary earl and granted him the core territory of the former Duchy of Meissen as his territory.

It took Simon only ten years to build the most economically prosperous city in the Kingdom of Sosia - the Slave Capital - on this territory.

(Honorary titles cannot be inherited, and most of them will not be provided with territory. For example, if Simon dies, the slave capital will be nationalized.)
"The titled Warcraft Man-Eating Lion fights against the strongest slave who has emerged from hundreds of life-and-death battles - the Butcher!
"I guarantee with my reputation that this will be the most exciting fight since the construction of the Colosseum. Now, before the fight officially begins, please enjoy an opening performance!"

"The Butcher faces off against a group of mortal fighters and a transcendental fighter. Haha, the Butcher even dropped his weapon. It seems this kind of opponent can't satisfy his bloodlust at all. Let's wait and see."

Simon's voice was low and magnetic, and under the influence of magic, every word was clearly heard by everyone.

Then he flew back to the top box in the auditorium, where many nobles were toasting and chatting.

"Butcher, good job! Weapons are really not needed to deal with those rubbish. Just crush those slaves' skulls with your fists!"

"I want to see you crush them with one punch!"

It seemed that there was a misunderstanding about Thirteen's behavior. Some viewers who loved bloody killings began to shout with red eyes.

On the sand of the Colosseum.

Among the group of thin slaves, the extraordinary fighter who was in the lead seemed unable to tolerate Thirteen's contempt for putting down his weapon, so he rushed towards the giant with the axe in his hand.

Clang!
The axe hit Thirteen's shoulder hard. Facing the sharp axe blade, his skin, which was as hard as copper and iron, was torn into a hole, and blood flowed out of the wound.

The extraordinary fighter who had caused this attack had already prepared himself mentally for being blown away by a backhand punch, but he did not expect that...
The devilishly muscular giant didn't even fight back, but just stared at him quietly.

Then, under everyone's surprised gaze, the giant slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the sand.

"Okay, you actually look down on me like this!" The extraordinary fighter became even more angry.

Although he knew that his resistance was futile and would only excite the bloodthirsty nobles, he could not tolerate such contempt. His name was Hall, and although he was a slave, he was also a warrior who had experienced many life-and-death battles to achieve extraordinary success.

"Everyone, we are fighters. If we resist, we will die. If we give up resistance, we will also die. Why not die in battle?" Hall shouted.

Then he took the lead and rushed towards the giant again.

Tapping.

Led by him, the other eleven slaves who were fighter apprentices also picked up their weapons and charged towards the giant.

Clang clang!
Bang bang bang!
The slaves rushed forward with roars, and attacks with axes, hammers, and fists fell on Thirteen like raindrops.

His skin was torn, and new wounds appeared on his terrifying body, which was already covered with scars. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wounds, dyeing the sand red and his body red, making him almost turn into a bloody man.

However, even so, Thirteen still did not fight back. He just closed his eyes and silently endured every attack. Even though his wounds became more and more, his body did not even tremble.

"Hey, butcher, what's wrong?"

"Could it be that the pressure of fighting the man-eating lion was too great, and so his masochistic tendencies were awakened?"

"Could it be that he has awakened the gift that allows him to become stronger the more severely injured he is, and is therefore trying to accumulate some combat power before his duel with the man-eating demon lion?"

As time passed, people in the audience began to talk about it, and many people began to clamor for a refund.

They came here to enjoy the killing show and the human-lion showdown, not to watch a big man get beaten like a stake.

It would be more interesting to go home and beat up the beautiful female slaves!
On the sandy ground of the Colosseum.

The slaves who had been attacking frantically also noticed something was wrong and gradually slowed down the frequency of their attacks.

Because they found that the giant in front of them really did not resist and allowed them to attack him as if he was seeking death.

"Hey, you're a Berserker, aren't you? I've seen how crazy you are when you're killing people. Why don't you resist? Do you look down on us?"

Hall put down the blood-stained iron axe in his hand and asked breathlessly.

At the same time, in the top seats in the audience.

"Sir Simon, has your strongest slave gone mad? I didn't travel a thousand miles to the slave capital just to watch him get beaten to death by a bunch of losers."

A middle-aged noble asked with a frown.

He is Morwen Dean, the Marquis of the Kingdom, and of course people usually respectfully call him "Lord of the North".

The North is the most extensive territory among the four territories of the Kingdom of Sosia, excluding the royal territory in the center. Its territory is even four times that of the South. Therefore, the authority of the Lord of the North can be imagined.

"Haha. Your Excellency, please be patient. He probably just wants to please the audience more in this way."

Facing the questioning of the Lord of the North, Simon showed an awkward smile on his face even though he was the master of the slave city.

Then he grabbed the guardrail and shouted at Thirteen, who was lying on the sand below covered in blood:

"Butcher, I, Simon Clay, your master orders you to kill these slaves immediately!"

(End of this chapter)