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He was considering how much power he should display later—to ensure that he wouldn't further frighten the slave owners and hide his true strength, while also demonstrating his value to them so they would keep him in the arena.

He needed time—to familiarize himself with the terrain, and then escape Rome with the countless Thracian compatriots who had been sent to the arena with him.

This is why Spartacus was so well-behaved and whose true purpose was to remain hidden here.

A freedom fighter would not allow himself to be enslaved by others. If he were the only one who wanted to run away, he would have already torn off his chains and left.

However, once they have attachments, people they want to save, they are bound by an invisible shackle.

At this moment, Night was probably the only one present who could guess what Spartacus was planning to do.

Meanwhile—just as Gneeus Pompey's face in the audience was contorted with rage, realizing he had probably lost, even a normal person could now see that Spartacus was no ordinary man.

Crassus—!!!

Gneus Pompeii now harbored a deep resentment towards those behind the scenes of the arena, and he even suspected that Crassus and Listaye had conspired against him.

The opponent knew this all along and deliberately sent out this monster to end the Storm King's winning streak.

Roar! !

At this moment, the Storm King let out a roar. The beast's instincts were sharper, and it sensed the danger posed by Spartacus. Spartacus was completely different from the prey it had torn apart before, and there was even a faint sense of oppression that threatened to devour it.

Faced with such power, the Storm King's wild nature led him not to back down, but instead to launch an attack.

When the King of Storms suddenly surges forth, he charges toward his enemies like a massive chariot.

A chorus of gasps erupted from the high platform!

The gamblers, who had initially worried that the Storm King would encounter a worthy opponent, suddenly became excited and shouted, "Go! Go, Storm King!"

That's right, that's right—there's nothing to be afraid of!

It's all just for show. How could anyone fight in that outfit? Go tear his neck apart, my little darling!!

Ohh ...

The atmosphere on the field instantly became heated again, but the next moment, whoosh!

Bang! Just a moment ago someone shouted that Spartacus couldn't possibly continue fighting in that situation, and the next moment!

A chain dragging on the ground was suddenly lashed out as Spartacus swung his arm, the terrifying sound of it whipping through the air at supersonic speed instantly echoing throughout the entire arena.

what? !

Chapter 164 Night: Is it because you're not interested, or... you don't want to?

Bang! A swift blow struck the Storm King's head, instantly tearing his skin and flesh.

Spartacus, who could easily shatter rocks, dealt a heavy blow to the mutated beast, the Storm King, with a casual strike.

The cheers of those who were celebrating the Storm King abruptly fell silent.

The ensuing battles and carnage were beyond anyone's imagination—

When the Storm King was knocked down with a single blow, Spartacus let out a battle roar. The furious roar made the Storm King tremble all over, and its body slowly knelt on the ground. When Spartacus began to fight—the Storm King, sensing the aura emanating from him, finally realized what a terrifying and unfathomable enemy he was facing.

Driven by the survival instinct of wild beasts, and when faced with monsters far exceeding their own level of existence and beyond their capabilities, they instinctively suppress their ferocious and savage side, becoming incredibly docile.

With just a single strike and a roar, the mighty Storm King was forced to kneel on the ground.

The audience was stunned; reality was more surreal than myth, and they could hardly believe that what they were seeing was real.

Just as people were in a daze...

Seeing his opponent submit, Spartacus ignored him and instead coldly looked at the person in charge on the high platform.

He had no intention of continuing to attack an opponent who had already lost the will to fight.

A man who lacks even the courage to attack has no right to die by his own hand; he will only kill the truly strong and the tyrannical rulers who bully the weak.

However, the person in charge on the platform shouted sternly, "Kill him! Spartacus! Only one of you can leave this arena alive!"

it's over--!

Upon seeing this, Marius, who was in the VIP room, was extremely satisfied. He got up and left, instructing Crassus to hurry up and deliver the person to him.

He was very fond of this slave warrior!

The Storm King, a beast whose mere presence could subdue the Spartan warriors who had achieved a ten-game winning streak, was clad in heavy iron chains yet could unleash a terrifying blow capable of tearing through mountains and rocks...

He believed the man could use the stone pillar as a weapon.

What Marius didn't know was that because he left too early, he missed the scenes that followed.

Crassus then rose and began to see Marius off, and together they left the scene.

Meanwhile, off the field, Spartacus frowned and turned to look back at the Storm King, who had already sworn to submit.

Countless gamblers, driven mad by the prospect of losing their bets, blamed their losses on the Storm King's inadequate strength. They began cursing wildly and urging Spartacus to hurry up—!

"Kill that damned beast!"

"Who allowed it to submit? Who allowed it to bow its head?!"

Although the sight of a powerful beast submitting to a human with a single blow and roar was initially shocking and awe-inspiring, the thought of how much money they had lost because of it made them forget about any epic scenes.

Some people cursed and urged the Storm King to stand up and continue fighting.

Some people urged Spartacus to kill this useless beast.

Spartacus, whose heart was incredibly kind compared to his exaggerated appearance, was now somewhat hesitant.

He wanted to act according to his own heart, but he didn't want to break the rules here. He still needed to remain hidden in the arena; it wasn't time for him to leave yet.

His fellow countrymen are still waiting for him to save them...

While Spartacus hesitated, this man, who was fearless even in the face of fire and water, had a gentler heart than anyone else present, a heart as fierce as a tiger yet as tender as a rose.

Time passed slowly, and just as the audience was getting impatient and the shouts and curses grew louder.

Suddenly, an invisible force swept down from the stands, and the Storm King, as if stimulated by something, suddenly revealed a look of fear, even more so than he had been afraid of Sparks' power.

It was as if the bottom of the food chain had witnessed the madness of the top.

The Storm King was startled; it roared and scrambled to its feet, charging forward.

Spartacus, who was standing not far in front of him, dared not be careless in the face of this berserk beast. He instinctively roared and threw a punch. His steel-like fist slammed into the forehead of the Storm King, which he had previously ripped apart.

The next moment, bang!

Like a watermelon exploding, the Storm King's brain and the front half of his body suddenly shattered, leaving only a huge lower body that crashed to the ground with a thud!

A dull thud was heard as the body fell to the ground...

The people on the platform were stunned for a moment, then screamed. Some thrill-seekers were even more delighted than afraid, cheering for the powerful punch.

"The victor is—our Thracian warrior Spartacus!!"

Ohhhhhhh!

Countless people roared with excitement at the fall of the old king and the rise of the new one, but Spartacus's mind was still buzzing. He looked up and his gaze suddenly locked onto a direction, where he saw Ye smiling and waving at him.

'Is that man...?'

Even after he left the field, Spartacus was still somewhat dazed. How did his opponent manage that?!

Although it was just a gut feeling...

Shortly after Spartacus returned to the lounge and sat down, a staff member suddenly brought Night there.

When Spartacus saw the night, he froze—it was him?!

Staff member: "Sir, please don't chat for too long. Please be mindful of the time."

Also, do you really not need us to send someone to accompany and protect you?

Night waved for the staff to leave quickly. He had paid to come all this way to see Spartacus, and he didn't want anyone else to hear what was to come.

And to talk about protection is even more of a joke.

With his strength, it shouldn't be him who needs protection, but rather Sparkdax.

If he were just a weakling, then if Spartacus really wanted to make a move, could those weaklings in the arena stop him?

And after the staff left.

Before Night could speak, Spartacus spoke first: "Did you provoke that beast in the arena just now?"

Night: "That's right..."

I just gave it a push from behind.

Spartacus: "Thank you..."

Aside from his prey, he doesn't kill defenseless opponents, regardless of why they provoke the beast, but it does help him by avoiding making a choice against his conscience.

Night: "No need to thank me. Come work for me, Spartacus. Your strength should not be wasted here, used for killing and amusement. It should be used on the battlefield to build your own glory."

Spartacus shook his head and refused without hesitation: "No. I'm not interested in glory or anything like that. You've come to the wrong person, so I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Night: "Is it because you're not interested, or because you don't want to leave?"

Spartacus's body jolted violently—his muscles tensed up... a sign that he was ready to enter a battle stance at any moment.

Chapter 165 The Dragon's Grip, My Friend! Everything is in it!

Night: "Don't be nervous... You haven't been exposed yet, no one here will make a move against you."

Spartacus: "...! What do you know?"

At this moment, Spartacus was considering whether his purpose had been discovered. If so, he would have no choice but to force his way out of the arena, search for his imprisoned compatriots, and lead his men to fight their way out of Rome.

But Spartacus wasn't confident enough to lead so many people out into battle.

If they manage to catch Rome off guard at the right moment, that would be fine. But if they are discovered and don't know where their compatriots are being held, they will miss precious time to escape, and once they are surrounded by enemy troops...

Even if he were to become exhausted, he might not be able to protect his compatriots and could instead cause them to lose their lives.

Night: "A man more than ten times stronger than a lion or a tiger is willing to be bound here as a slave."

For the entertainment of nobles and slave owners, they fought with wild beasts in the arena.

With your strength, if you want to escape, I don't believe you can't.

No one is born to be enslaved. Your yearning for freedom tells me that you are hiding here, waiting for something...

Let me guess, you're waiting for an opportunity, aren't you? What kind of opportunity is it?