The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1141

While the mission was supposed to be to treat the wounded, the prisoner gladiators, including Casimos, were actually quite poor.

You can tell from their equipment that, apart from Casimos who has only recently arrived, none of the prisoner gladiators here wear any decent armor.

Their clothes could only be described as rags; it looked like they had just draped a bed sheet or curtain over themselves and tied it with a rope or strip of cloth.

Not to mention the armor, the weapons were all obsolete items issued by the arena, and they were not kept in their own hands normally; they were all handed over to Golo for safekeeping.

According to Casimos, Golo had some tricks up his sleeve when he was young, but after spending too much time in the arena, he lost his edge and ended up as the good-for-nothing he is now.

There are very few obese people among the Tesserlandons, and even fewer with a large, muscular abdomen like Golo. None of the Tesserlandon prime ministers have ever been out of shape. After all, they are a martial race, and even if they don't have much strength, at least they can't be unsightly.

Judging from Golo's appearance, it's clear that he despises prisoner gladiators from the bottom of his heart, so he's unlikely to take good care of his weapons. Fortunately, Tesserlandon is never ambiguous when it comes to military matters, and he adheres to the principle of durability even for those obsolete weapons.

Even the prisoner gladiators' eating utensils weren't properly preserved, let alone other supplies. They ate a hodgepodge of leftovers from normal gladiators, and if there were no leftovers, they shared the same trough with the captive fighting beasts.

Medicine was even more scarce, so the prisoner gladiators here could only tough it out when they were injured or sick, or they might be rescued if they had performed well in the previous match and were remembered by the audience and still had some value.

Leaving Yang Le aside, if Raphael had been whipped so many times by the electric whip, an ordinary prisoner gladiator would probably have been waiting to die, but fortunately he met Casimos.

“This was given to me by a friend before I came in.” Casimos pulled a medicine bottle from his inner pocket. “It’s just a painkiller, but it’s better than nothing.”

Casimos opened the lid, poured out two pills, and handed them to Leonardo. Then, an alien who looked like a Flash Star handed him a can of water.

Yang Le, pretending to swallow the pills that Casimos handed him, actually hid them in his clothes.

Raphael had already fainted, so Leonardo had to pry open his mouth to give him the medicine, and then rinse it down with water.

A dozen seconds later, Raphael's complexion improved considerably; at least his brows were no longer furrowed so tightly. While the Casimos pills certainly helped, the main credit went to Yang Le, who had secretly cast the spell.

Fortunately, there are no magicians here yet, so Yang Le can easily conceal his use of celestial magic. However, once someone can sense the rhythm of supernatural energy, it won't be so easy for him to make a move.

Not long after the two-pronged approach, Raphael slowly woke up. Seeing that his good brother was alright, the four turtles were naturally very happy and repeatedly thanked Yang Le and Casimos.

After all, Casimos provided the drugs, and Yang Le helped them share the firepower.

Before they could exchange more than a few words, another squad of Taserlandon soldiers walked in. This time, they weren't just carrying simple riot control weapons, but real swords and guns.

As soon as they entered, the leader called out to Yang Le.

"You! Come out here! It's your turn to go on stage!"

“But Spike was just injured,” Michelangelo argued, but the soldiers of Taserland were not ones to reason with.

"Yes, he's injured." The leader nodded with a sneer. "But it's all his own fault. If he hadn't meddled, he wouldn't have gotten hurt." The leader meant that if Yang Le had just stood by and watched Golo take care of the four turtles, none of this would have happened. The implication was that Yang Le being targeted was all related to the four turtles.

Raphael, who had just recovered from his injury, was about to stand up when Yang Le pressed down on his shoulder. The latter shook his head at the former, signaling him not to make a fuss.

The Taserlandon's control over the divine energy was far too weak; casting a healing spell consumed a great deal of his energy.

Strictly speaking, the damage caused by the electric shock was not as great as the impact of treating Raphael on Yang Le.

"I'll go with you." Yang Le stood up and, under the soldiers' command, stood on the stone platform in the center of the room. With a slight sway, the stone platform began to rise at a steady speed.

This was clearly not intended to crush Yang Le. Once he reached a certain height, the ceiling above his head opened, and a blinding light pierced through the darkness.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Yang Le found himself in a much larger area. A quick glance around revealed that this was the most crucial part of the arena.

"Although we've said it countless times, that doesn't stop us from saying it one more time!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Tesserlandon Federation Arena, where you can witness the most thrilling and realistic battles and carnage in the entire universe!"

Yang Le looked up, and the sound came from the screen above his head, which was like the multi-angle display screens used in UFC on Earth. At that moment, it was showing a pair of hosts from Taserlandon.

Clearly, they were the commentators for this gladiatorial match.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce the gladiator for this match. As you can see, he is a gladiator native of Testherland. Surprisingly, he is a prisoner gladiator."

"Just like Cassius before him, and coincidentally, he was also thrown into the arena for treason, just like Cassius."

"Woo~"

As soon as the commentator finished introducing Yang Le's crimes, a chorus of boos immediately erupted from the surrounding audience. Although the audience consisted of all sorts of aliens, the majority were locals from Tesserland.

Treason is one of the most despicable crimes, no matter where you are; your fellow countrymen will not give such a person a kind look.

Sure enough, some people have already started throwing trash at Yang Le, but these people don't have the strength to throw trash at Yang Le, who is in the center of the field.

"It seems you viewers are all eager to know, so let's not waste any more time. Let me explain to you the opponent of this despicable man!"

"Spysmosen!"

As the narrator deliberately dragged out his words, a monster with purple skin was released from the cell directly opposite Yang Le.

The monster called Spiesmosen looks like an octopus, except that it has no other organs on its head, only a big mouth.

(End of this chapter)