He promised to become a knight, but what the heck is Astartes?

Furthermore, if one is familiar with the major powers within Adelaide City, one will know that the name Luo Lan refers to the Luo Lan family, one of the three major count families in Adelaide City.

At this moment, the scarred man that Luo Xia had seen before was standing respectfully beside the sofa with his head bowed at a ninety-degree angle, his forehead covered in cold sweat, reporting on the impact of Luo Xia, a newcomer to the arena.

“Vice-commander, this newcomer named ‘Khorne’ has won eight consecutive matches. Now, none of the junior boxers want to face him.”

"And all eight matches were one-hit kills. This kid is really weird."

"Strange?"

Ilya crunched the lollipop in her mouth, making a crisp 'crunch' sound. Her wine-red eyes were involuntarily fixed on the tall, slender figure carrying a giant sword on the arena below.

"There was no trace of him using his life force externally; it was purely based on physical strength..."

Ilya also squinted, her childish voice revealing a laziness and maturity that were completely out of character for her age.

"Is his physique extraordinary? Interesting. When did Adelaide City produce such a promising talent?"

"Deputy Commander, should I send someone to investigate his background?"

“No need.” Ilya waved her hand dismissively, saying, “He’s just a kid from a knight family who’s out for training, or a genius from a knight academy who’s been hiding his talents while waiting for the prospective knight assessment.”

As she spoke, Ilya stared at Rorschach's hands raised like those of a fanatical believer, a rather interested smile curving her lips.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God? Skull offering to the skull seat? That's quite a unique slogan, like something a cult would shout."

Ilya chuckled softly, then gave the order:

"Go, increase the intensity of this kid's fight. Let the intermediate-level boxers take the field. If he still wins, then let 'Blood Butcher' go up and test his strength."

"Hmph, 'Khorne'? Hopefully, it'll be a new toy..."

Chapter 27: The Way of Survival is Within (Read on, vote, thank you meow!!!)

"Send the mid-level boxers and 'Blood Butcher' up there?"

The scarred man gasped upon hearing Ilya's words.

In the Night Owl Arena, judging a fighter's level is very simple: vitality!

The fighters in the intermediate level are all those who have completed the life force cycle, and the ace among them is just one step away from completing the tenth level of life force cycle.

As for 'blood slaughter'...

Their opponent has recently achieved a 30-game winning streak and successfully entered the high-level arena!

At this moment, the opponent has completely completed the tenth level of life force circulation and mastered the release of life force, making him a true knight's squire!

And the entire high-level arena is comprised of such entities, which is the true strength of the Night Owl Arena.

At this point, some people might ask:

Why are there only knights cultivating life force in the entire arena, and no other extraordinary professions?

That's because of one word: poverty!

Those who haven't officially become extraordinary knights and are on the path of cultivating life force are all poor, miserable guys.

Other professions, such as wizards, sorcerers, and magicians, are only for the wealthy...

"What? You have a problem with that?"

Ilya's wine-red eyes stared at the scarred man, and an invisible pressure descended, causing the scarred man's legs to buckle and he collapsed to his knees.

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the scarred man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, dared not ask any more questions, and immediately retreated to arrange a new match.

……

"Hey everyone! Great news! Great news!"

"Our newcomer 'Khorne' has achieved an absolute crushing victory, securing eight consecutive wins! No one in the entire beginner arena dares to step onto the field anymore!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull offering to the skull seat!"

"This is 'khoronia'!!!"

"Rejoice!!!"

It must be said that the host of the Night Owl Arena is very good at creating a lively atmosphere. The atmosphere, which had been quiet for nearly ten minutes with no one taking the stage, suddenly became enthusiastic thanks to his words!

They are all calling for the name 'Khorne'!

At this moment, the identity of 'Khorne' is the most dazzling presence in the Night Owl Arena today.

"So, to ensure everyone enjoys the show! To make the 'Khorne' battles even more exciting! Let's achieve a ten-game winning streak!!!"

"Next up is!"

"Iron Wolf from the intermediate level has won thirteen consecutive games!!!"

As the arena host finished speaking, Rorschach returned to the stage as arranged backstage, immediately eliciting cheers.

Opposite him, a man wearing a wolf-head iron mask and with steel claws on his hands walked onto the stage.

"Some viewers may not have seen the intermediate-level fights, so let me explain it to you."

"As our battles progress to the intermediate level, the contestants are now allowed to use weapons in combat because they have completed their life force cycle!"

"So let's also look forward to 'Khorne' pulling out the greatsword from his back!!!"

……

"Khorne! Khorne!! Khorne!!!"

"Iron Wolf! Iron Wolf!! Iron Wolf!!!"

Amid cheers from the audience and the sounds of gamblers placing their bets, the host waved slightly.

"The arena begins!"

The moment the words fell, the Iron Wolf in front of Luo Xia didn't waste any more words and turned into a blur as it pounced on Luo Xia!

The opponent's speed at this moment is more than one level faster than the previous boxer!

"Shh!"

Iron Wolf's steel claws tore through the air, aiming straight for Rorschach's throat.

Luo Xia still didn't use the Storm Greatsword on his back; he simply tilted his head slightly and easily dodged the attack.

At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Iron Wolf's wrist directly, and then exerting a slight force.

"Crack!"

"what……"

Iron Wolf's pupils widened, and he screamed in agony. He hadn't even seen how Luo Xia made his move before his entire right wrist was completely broken.

And the next moment.

Luo Xia followed up with a straight kick, which landed hard on Tie Lang's abdomen. Tie Lang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his body arched like a shrimp, and he flew backward quickly.

His head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.

It can only be said that he is indeed a being who has completed the cycle of life. If any ordinary person had been hit by Luo Xia's straight kick, they would have already gone to meet the God of War.

"Iron Wolf loses! Khorne wins!"

Just as Luo Xia was about to go over and finish off the opponent, the arena host, after a moment of stunned silence, quickly announced the result of the battle.

After all, he's a mid-level player. As long as he's not dead, he's still useful. We can't let Luo Xia kill him!

"Khorne! Khorne!"

"Invincible! Invincible!"

Some wept, some rejoiced, and the gamblers who had bet on Luo Xiasheng shouted in the name of terror.

"What the hell! Even Iron Wolf lost! Where did this 'Khorne' come from?!"

High up in the stands, in a box with an excellent view.

A blond boy was leaning on the railing, his face filled with shock. He looked at the fallen 'Iron Wolf' and muttered:

"Iron Wolf had a winning streak of thirteen games in the intermediate arena, and he was just wiped out in one move by this 'Khorne'?"

"It seems to be purely physical strength."

Another brown-haired boy swallowed hard, looking quite puzzled.

"This 'Khorne' didn't even use any life force enhancement, yet he took down Iron Wolf, an opponent who had already completed five life cycles and enhanced his power, in one move!"

"This person is nothing but a monster in human skin!"

The brown-haired boy then turned to a rather flamboyant blond-haired nobleman holding a glass of red wine and asked:

"Anthony, I heard you went to the War Knight Academy? Are there any experts like that there?"

Anthony sat on the velvet sofa, holding a glass of red wine, his face utterly calm, exuding the air of a great aristocrat.

Upon hearing this, the other well-dressed noble youths nearby also turned to look at Anthony, eager to hear about the War Knight Academy.

After all, they are not like Anthony, the second son of Earl Hayes, who will inherit the baronial title in his territory in the future, so they have the resources provided by their family to study at the War Knight Academy.

As for the second sons of barons and viscounts, those who showed no talent after the talent test naturally wouldn't be provided with resources by their families. They could only loaf around within the family, waiting for their elder brothers to inherit the territory and then work for them...

Or, when his aristocratic father, a biologist, is in a good mood, he can receive some rewards from the territory's shops and thus have his own little treasury.

As for resistance?

Oh……

Without talent, resources, or strength, what do they have to fight back with?

As for pleasing the God of War at the Blood Ritual? Or studying at the War Knight Academy?

What a joke!

Not everyone is destined for that!

So they were quite grateful to have been born into an aristocratic family, where they could live a life of leisure and comfort.

Otherwise, if you were born into a poor family, your life would be ruined. You might even freeze to death during a cold snap!