After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

This speed, this angle... something's not right! Is the opponent really a Silver-ranked player?!

At this moment, the barbarian no longer cared about the script. His survival instinct made him unleash all his strength as he desperately twisted his body, trying to block with the handle of his battle axe.

Tsk-!

Although it avoided vital organs, the spear tip still easily tore through his leather armor and pierced his skin, leaving a deep, gaping wound that exposed bone!

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

Bloodhowl let out a painful groan, staggered back several steps, and stared incredulously at "Kalista" before him.

Inside the VIP box, the arena manager and several nobles who had placed heavy bets instantly changed their expressions.

"What's going on?! Has that woman gone mad?! She dared to hurt Bloodhowl?!"

An obese nobleman suddenly stood up, staring at the manager with a hostile expression.

"Didn't you say that after that woman drank the potion, she couldn't possibly be a match for Gorehowl?"

"An accident...it must have been an accident!"

The arena manager was also sweating profusely. He turned around and growled at his subordinates, "Quick! Investigate! Did that woman not drink the potion?! Or did someone deliver the wrong potion?!"

At this moment, "Kalista" on the sidelines stuck out her tongue and gently licked the warm blood on the tip of her spear, looking at the barbarian opposite her with a mocking expression.

"Heh heh... Half-step Gold Saint? Is that all you've got?"

"You really are a... boring toy."

"You bastard! You're asking for it!"

The Skull Crusher roared, no longer holding back. His half-step Gold-level battle aura exploded, his muscles bulged, and like a true berserker, he swung his battle axe and charged forward again!

Faced with the berserk barbarian, Kalista let out an even more excited, shrill laugh:

"That's more interesting! Make me more excited!"

She stopped using any dodging techniques and went straight for him!

Bang! Bang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing and flesh being struck were deafening!

To everyone's astonishment, the barbarian, who should have had an absolute advantage, was completely suppressed by Kalista!

His pride and strength seemed clumsy and powerless in the face of his opponent's strength. Every swing of his battle axe missed its mark, while every attack from his opponent's spear added a new wound to his body!

Blood quickly stained the barbarian's entire body, turning him into a blood-soaked figure. He could only roar in anger and resentment, his movements growing slower and slower.

"Oh dear, it's not working already? Well then... game over!"

With a flippant announcement, Kalista's figure blurred instantly, appearing behind the barbarian as if by teleportation. She thrust her spear forward, the tip protruding from her chest and piercing the Bloodhowl Skullbreaker's back!

The barbarian's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the rage and fury in his eyes were quickly replaced by disbelief and fear.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Instant kill!

A guaranteed instant kill!

The entire Crimson Arena fell into a deathly silence.

Even the spectators who had just bet on the Silver Valkyrie were completely stunned.

Can a Silver-ranked professional really kill a half-step Gold-ranked player so easily?

Kalista stood beside the barbarian's corpse, stepped on his back, and yanked out her blood-stained spear, raising it high.

She threw her head back and let out a maniacal laugh, a distorted and shrill laugh that was completely unlike any human sound.

"Hahahaha!!! Trash! All of you are trash!!"

"Not enough! Not enough at all!!"

Kalista could feel that the effects of the potion had not yet worn off, and her body was becoming increasingly excited.

kill!

This desire must be the desire to kill!

She whirled her head, her crimson eyes sweeping over the stunned audience in the stands. Her voice suddenly rose, filled with a bloodthirsty excitement:

“The game isn’t over yet!”

"Let blood flow like a river here!!!!!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly disappeared from the center of the arena!

The next moment, she appeared like a ghost at the edge of the nearest stand, her gun flashing like a dragon, instantly piercing the throats of several still stunned spectators!

puff!puff!

Blood gushed out like a fountain!

The spectators in the stands instantly became terrified.

"She's gone mad! She's gone mad!"

"Sarilang! The Valkyrie has killed someone!"

"Guards! Where are the guards?!"

The arena guards then realized what was happening and drew their weapons, rushing forward to try and stop her.

"Stop her! Stop her now!"

The arena manager roared hoarsely in the VIP box, his face deathly pale.

However, Kalista's bloodlust had been aroused at this moment. Her speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow, and her strength was astonishing. Ordinary guards were like paper in front of her, and were torn to shreds in an instant.

She was no longer limited to the spear; sometimes she tore through approaching guards with her bare hands, and other times she snatched their weapons and threw them at will, piercing the backs of several spectators who were trying to escape in the distance.

"Why are you running? Didn't you want to see rivers of blood?"

An arena manager, perhaps used to scolding Kalista, mustered his courage and rushed up to her, shouting, "Kalista! Stop right now! Do you know what you're doing...?"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Kalista didn't even turn around; she simply swung her hand casually behind her back.

puff--!

The manager's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the fleeing people around him.

"It's a monster!"

"She's not Kalista! She's the devil!"

"Run! Run away!"

People screamed wildly and rushed toward the exits.

However, the strength of these pampered nobles is often below the gold level, and even the few gold-level guards they occasionally have are no match for "Kalista".

In just a short while, the Crimson Arena had been transformed into a bloody hell.

The stands were littered with corpses, and blood flowed down the steps like a stream.

After the arena fell completely silent, Kalista stood atop a pile of corpses, her leather armor soaked in blood, with strands of dark red hair clinging to it.

She took a deep breath, a smile of extreme pleasure spreading across her face. The tip of the spear had turned completely dark red, with drops of blood constantly dripping from it.

"Boring... so boring..."

Kalista flicked her spear, her voice carrying a hint of lingering languor.

"Is this all there is to human strength? They don't even qualify to give me a warm-up."

"It's time to find a new place..."

Kalista muttered to herself, and with a flicker of her figure, she leaped onto the towering walls of the arena, disappearing into the night in a few bounds.

Before long, a large number of city guards and private soldiers were mobilized to block the streets and search for "the mad gladiator Kalista".

However, for the Mimic, which possesses mimicry abilities and the peak strength of Orichalcos, avoiding these searches is a piece of cake.

She didn't even try to hide her tracks; she simply swaggered out of the Silver City as Kalista.

She wandered aimlessly for about half a day until dawn, when she came to the vicinity of a dirt road leading to a village.

This village is Kalista's hometown.

However, the mimicry that made Kalista the Mimic was unaware of this.

Just then, a commotion and vulgar laughter and curses came from the woods by the roadside.

"Hey, isn't this Kalista? I heard you sold yourself into slavery and went to the arena. What, you actually dared to escape from there?"

Three slovenly-looking thugs, carrying crude sticks and daggers, emerged from the woods with grins and blocked the road.

Their eyes were murky, and their faces were full of ill intent; they were clearly thugs who were used to bullying men and women in this area.

"Wow, little girl! Did you go drinking with those nobles, or did you sneak out?"

"How about it? Want to have some fun with us? We'll pretend we didn't see anything today!"

Kalista stopped in her tracks.

She slowly turned her head, her face expressionless, showing neither anger nor fear, only an indifference as if she were looking at an inanimate object.

"whee……"

She suddenly let out a soft laugh, but the laugh sent a chill down the spines of the three bullies for no apparent reason.

"Happy?"

She tilted her head, the contortion of her head was unusually large, a movement that seemed impossible for a human: "Well... I was just getting a little bored too."

The leader of the bullies felt a little uneasy at her gaze and laughter, but relying on his numbers, he pretended to be calm and reached out with a lewd expression to touch her face.

"That's more like it! Be smart and hand over the money obediently... uh?!"

His words remained stuck in his throat forever.

Because Kalista moved!

I didn't see her draw her gun at all, or even see how she made the move!

In the blink of an eye, the bully's outstretched arm was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Only then did the excruciating pain reach his brain, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The other two bullies were completely stunned, their legs involuntarily trembling.

"Big, big brother..."

Before she could finish speaking, Kalista raised her hand and fired two more shots!

puff!puff!

Two more voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The second bully's head spun and flew into the air, his face still bearing an expression of disbelief.

The third bully was cut in two diagonally from the waist, and the leader of the bullies was also cut in half at the waist!

Kalista stood still, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked her fingertip.

Then, she looked at the bully who had instantly turned into three mangled corpses on the ground, and a look of disgust appeared on her face.

"What a... weak bug, it can't even let me stretch my muscles."

She kicked the corpse at her feet, as if she were kicking away bags of garbage.

Kalista didn't even bother to scavenge the few coins on the corpse, and had no idea what kind of grudges had existed between these ants and the woman they were impersonating.

She was about to continue walking forward when she heard a broken female voice beside her.

"Big, big sister..."

"Ok?"