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Chapter 1142 On the Colosseum
Spasmosen's mouth didn't have the sharp teeth of a wild beast, but rather neat and even teeth like a human's. Combined with the many tentacles on its body, it was quite disgusting and terrifying.

"As we all know, Spiesmosen is a top predator in the universe, but in order to bring the best experience to all the audience, the arena still sent a heavily armed Tesserlandon squad to capture him alive."

"Look at that size, those tentacles! Even I have never seen such a robust creature! It looks like our traitor is about to become a monster's meal!"

"Unlike your optimism, I'm worried about whether our traitor can put on a spectacular show before he dies."

The two commentators went back and forth, quickly heating up the atmosphere at the scene, while Yang Le's side also made a new move.

Ignoring the menacing monster in the distance, a faint mechanical sound caught Yang Le's attention. He looked up and saw a Taserlandon soldier riding in a flying machine that looked like Frieza's chair, flying up to his head.

The Taserland soldier didn't say much, but reached under his seat and pulled out a double-edged battle axe, which he threw at Yang Le.

Yang Le was not alarmed when he saw the battle axe falling towards him with its handle. Instead, he took a step back and just barely missed the falling axe.

Looking at the double-edged battle axe that had landed in front of him, Yang Le knew that this was the weapon assigned to him by the arena. He reached out and picked up the battle axe to examine it carefully.

According to Yang Le, who has some experience in blacksmithing, this is actually a decent weapon. Although it cannot be called a divine weapon, it is a reliable partner on the battlefield.

However, this thing is not very good compared to the ray guns currently used by the Tesserlandons, at least that's what the audience and the arena officials thought.

Although Taseran doesn't have the famous saying, "If you have a gun but don't use martial arts, how can you call yourself a grandmaster?", everyone knows that guns are more powerful than swords.

Of course, that's under normal circumstances, but Yang Le is clearly not normal.

Turning his battle axe around, Yang Le finally took a closer look at his opponent, a creature called Spassimos, who was clearly following the evolutionary path of being strong and capable of flying.

His height was almost reaching the audience seats, and his swollen body looked like a purple hill from a distance. Just by looking at him, you could tell that this thing was quite strong.

This kind of simple and brutal enemy is easy to deal with, and it's not difficult at all. In the past, Yang Le preferred to use greater force to crush them directly, but the Taserlandon people don't have that kind of power.

Even after being reinforced with N metal, it would probably only be able to match the opponent in terms of strength.

This is perfect. Yang Le has always crushed his enemies with stronger aliens, so this is a good opportunity to test whether his skills have declined.

An opponent like the one before me, with immense strength and the ability to send bricks flying, and no fancy skills whatsoever, is the perfect testing ground.

While Yang Le was pondering, the commentator announced the start of the match, and the Taserlandon soldiers who had been restraining Spiesmosen in the air above the arena also retreated.

Once freed from restraint, Spasmosen immediately displayed its ferocious nature, its tentacles lashing out indiscriminately in all directions, causing the arena to shake violently and making it difficult for the spectators in the stands to remain seated.

But this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience. The more ferocious the monster, the more exciting the scene they would see next. The bloodthirsty audience abandoned all morality and ethics and began to urge Spasmerson on in a language mixed with Tibetan.

It urged it to crush, tear apart, and devour the gladiator before it.

"Quack!!! Kill him!"

"Don't give him a way out!!" Especially the audience from Tesserland, they were always a bit more frenzied than other alien races. Yang Le guessed that it might be because the high pressure brought by the continuous wars had made these people indifferent to ordinary ways of venting.

They vented their resentment born of their pressure on Yang Le in the center of the arena, and for a moment the arena was like a living hell.

"If it were me, I probably would have wet my pants by now."

These were the words of a four-armed prisoner gladiator. As Yang Le entered the arena, they were also herded into the gladiators' lounge to watch the next performance.

But everyone knew that this was just Goro's strategy of making an example of someone. This guy was vindictive and wouldn't let things go after what happened today.

"What do we do, Leonardo?" Michelangelo asked nervously, biting his finger. "We have to help Spike, or he'll be eaten by that monster."

"I'm trying to figure out a way to break Michelangelo's deadlock." Leonardo frowned, his eyes scanning the lounge as he tried to find a solution.

"Damn it!" Raphael slammed his fist against the wall. "If only I could go on stage with him, couldn't Donatello just open this damn door?"

“I wish, Raphael,” Donatello said, shrugging. “But we don’t have any tools.”

“If you’re talking about tools, I have one here.” The alien, who looked like a flashing star, spoke up. He slowly opened his fist, and a golden horn lay in his palm.

"Golo's golden horn, which he dropped when he was knocked unconscious. I thought it might be useful, so I hid it."

Donatello didn't care about anything else. He snatched the golden horn and walked towards the door, saying, "Thank you, let me try."

“Wait a minute, friends,” Casimos stopped the crowd, pointing to the arena.

"Things have changed."

Everyone looked up and discovered that the scene had undergone a dramatic change. The once invincible beast now had four or five tentacles severed.

Purple blood gushed out from the severed arm. Normally, a beast would become even more ferocious after being injured, but Spassimus seemed to be afraid and kept roaring at Yang Le, who was standing in front of his severed arm.

But they dared not cross the line.

Yang Le was now covered in blood, the deep purple blood making him look as if he had crawled out of mud. He wiped the blood from his face, raised his axe, and aimed it at the giant beast.

"Aren't you coming? If you're not coming, I'm going to rush over there."

As if he understood Yang Le's words, Spassimos actually went back the way he came, crawled back into the cage that had originally trapped him, and even closed the cell door himself, clearly not intending to come out again.

But just as Yang Le said before, since you're not planning to come, then he's going to go.

(End of this chapter)