The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1143

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The vast arena fell silent for a moment, because something unexpected was happening there.

The monster, resembling a hill, hid in the cage. To it, a creature the size of a rat was wielding an axe and hacking at the cage door, seemingly trying to force the monster out of the cage.

The entire scene completely defied the values ​​of everyone present and could only be described as upside down.

The impact of this image is so powerful that viewers sitting in front of their televisions can feel it directly.

Before the first spectator could even react, Yang Le had already cleaved open the cell door with his axe and stood at the entrance, grinning maliciously at Spasmosen, who was cowering inside.

"Here's Spike!"

After enduring repeated mental pressure, the already dwindling mental strength finally snapped. As the saying goes, extreme fear turns to rage, and this behemoth finally chose to fight to the death when its life was at stake.

Seeing the mountain of flesh crashing down on him, Yang Le remained calm. He raised his double-edged battle axe and secretly cast a spell to increase its sharpness before charging towards Spasmosen.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, Yang Le leaped high into the air, stepping on the tentacles extended by Spiesmosen, jumping higher and higher with great agility.

"He's practically a ninja," Leonardo commented.

Using the tentacles of Spiesmosen, Yang Le jumped to a sufficient height, raised his hand holding the battle axe high, and then slammed it down towards the former's head.

With the force of splitting a mountain, the battle axe, now sharper, lived up to expectations and sliced ​​through Spassimerson's body. As blood splattered, the behemoth was cut in two from head to toe.

Yang Le, who was already covered in blood, was now completely submerged in pieces of flesh and blood. By the time he crawled out again, the arena was already chanting his name.

"Who would have thought!? An unknown nobody actually defeated the universe's top predator with overwhelming force!?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but the fierce Spiethmosen is like a plush toy in front of Spike, completely at his mercy!"

The commentators' fighting spirit was also ignited. After all, they were martial Taslerans, and how could they not be excited to see such a powerful scene?

"I have a feeling, my friends, that our arena may be about to welcome a new superstar, and we are about to witness the birth of a legendary interstellar fighter!"

With the commentators' deliberate manipulation, the atmosphere at the scene once again reached its peak, and the bloodthirsty audience continued to praise Yang Le's bravery with language mixed with profanity.

Incomprehensible phrases like "We love you so much!!" or "Seeing this game is worth dying for!!" were constantly heard.

At this moment, the genes belonging to the Taserlandon people within Yang Le's body were also activated. He raised his battle axe high, proclaiming his victory to everyone, until he was invited back to the rest room by the Taserlandon soldiers.

Yes, please reply. For the martial Taserlandons, you can have countless flaws, but as long as you are good at fighting, then you are practically flawless.

Yang Le estimated that if he hadn't been convicted of treason based on his identity, he could have become a super-powerful figure in Tesserland based solely on today's battle, and even the Prime Minister of Tesserland would have treated him as an honored guest.

Because he was covered in blood, Yang Le took a shower before returning to the lounge where a group of gladiators were gathered.

Of course, he returned to the prisoners' lounge, a place where a traitor like him couldn't use normal facilities. "Spike! My old buddy!"

As soon as they returned to the lounge, Michelangelo hopped over and clung to Yang Le's arm like a koala.

"You're really strong. I thought you'd get crushed by that purple Italian meatball."

"Get down, Michelangelo," Leonardo said sternly. "Spike has just been through a battle; he needs rest now."

Before Michelangelo could speak, Raphael had already elbowed him in the thigh, the intense pain causing him to release his grip.

“This truly surprises me.” Casimos stepped forward. “To my knowledge, there is no record of anyone in the universe defeating Spasmussen single-handedly with a melee weapon.”

"This alone is enough to make you go down in history, my friend. Not to mention that the one you defeated was a mutated special individual. I think it won't be long before the whole galaxy is talking about your name."

Just as Casimos said, even the prisoners in the break room who couldn't see a future looked at Yang Le with less apathy and more admiration.

The most primal force often has the most direct impact, and Yang Le had already won over everyone present with just one battle.

“That’s not my goal,” Yang Le shook his head. “Cassimos, I want to pursue something much further.”

"As far as I know, the current prime minister of Tesserland is a rare intellectual, and I think once he knows about my achievements, he will definitely not give up trying to win me over."

“I see.” Casimos stroked his chin. “Salam is certainly capable of such a thing. Once he has this idea, I estimate it won’t be long before he extends an olive branch to you.”

"Salam likes to make the most of things. Once he finds you useful, he will find a way to use you again, even if you have made mistakes in the past."

“This is the opportunity I’m going to take advantage of,” Yang Le nodded. “Cassimos, I’m asking you, what are your ideals?”

Casimos was stunned, clearly not expecting Yang Le to suddenly ask such a seemingly incongruous question.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, I just want to know your ideals."

Seeing that Yang Le didn't seem to be joking, Casimos replied seriously, "My ideal is very simple: to pull Tesserlandon out of this endless war. The people of Tesserlandon have endured far too long of war."

Yang Le stared into Casimos's eyes, and from the latter's resolute gaze, he could tell that he was indeed telling the truth; Casimos had come to loathe war from the bottom of his heart.

“Then I will help you fulfill this wish.” Yang Le sat imposingly on the stone steps. “When Salam invites me, I will find an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.”

"You...you mean...you're going to stage a coup?" Cassimus's eyes widened, clearly shocked by Yang Le's bold and crazy idea.

"This can't possibly succeed!"

(End of this chapter)