The gladiators, who had been cut in two from their waists, did not die immediately, they lay on their stomachs on the red yellow sand and screamed, their faces twisted like evil spirits crawling out of the underworld. The torn intestines of their chests and abdomen dragged to the ground as they crawled, and the dark yellow, blood-streaked slime formed a mark on the sand like a snail crawling over.

The two gladiators crawled towards their acquaintances with a miserable howl, but the warriors quickly moved away from them. Quaid strode over, chains waving in their hands and easily shattering their heads. It is as if the thin skin of a ripe wolf peach is cut with the blade of a knife, and the bright red juice of the fruit swells violently from the wound and seeps down the ravine in the ground into the sand.

Tightening the chains that shook with a trivial thump, Riga swung his arm to stab it behind like a spear. The Quaid didn't hear the footsteps of the nimble gladiator behind him, but the iron shield in the hand of the warrior opposite him reflected everything.

Faced with a long chain of steel rolled up like a python, the gladiator with only two scimitars chose to roll to the side, but because of the proximity to each other, the thick iron rope pierced his ribs, and came out with blood and flesh after passing through two thin layers of leather armor and shattering two rows of ribs.

The Twin Blade Warrior had time to let out a scream before the furiously writhing chains tore his ribcage in half. The shattered flesh and bones crushed by the steel splattered everywhere, causing the gladiator to fall directly to the hot sand, stopping his heartbeat.

Two gladiators with short hair of the same color and long beards rushed forward, shields and iron forks, and stabbed their weapons into the hunter's chest before Riga could swing his chains. But the Quid dropped the chain, and under the horrified eyes of the gladiators, the hunter dodged the spiky fork and jumped to his feet, stepping on the round shield.

A force stronger than a bull passed along the shield to the gladiator's arm, and the warrior fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, helmet and yellow couch thumping with a low thump. Seeing his companion easily knocked down, the other gladiator immediately retreated, but the hunter rushed forward like a vigorous beast, striking the iron shield with his fist until it shattered with a wail of brute force.

Holding only a third of the oak shield remaining, the gladiator looked at the uneven and even warped iron sheet that was still connected by copper nails in his eyes, and only remembered to stab the iron fork after half a breath. But as soon as the sharp iron fork behind the shield was handed forward, a huge strong hand grasped his wrist. The Quaid dragged him up and threw him to the ground, then lifted him up with his hands on his ankles while he was still dazed.

The gladiator didn't scream in panic until he was lifted up, but Riga didn't pay attention to his plea for mercy in the Chelster language with a strong Harusaan accent. The Angry Quid lifted him above his head, and then the mighty arms suddenly tore the screaming Terran in half.

The thin cowhide armor was broken by the swollen body, and then the broken tendons poured down with blood as thick as red paint, staining the hunter's bare skin red. Colorful entrails slid down the abdomen and fell down the shoulders and backs of the Quaids. The hot viscera trembled and rolled on the sand, and it was difficult to stop until it was covered with enough grit. The gladiator's tragic condition caused the people of Harusa to let out a low cry of panic, and even most of the priests from the Temple of Wisdom turned pale, only the nobles sitting on the luxurious viewing platform did not react much, and some even raised their glasses excitedly, as if to cheer for this wonderful scene. For them, the two sides of the fight are just beasts with lowly and filthy blood flowing through them, and even death is only a loss of some steel coins.

Wiping the blood from her face with her right hand, Riga tore open the cowhide armor around her body and roared at the others. The gladiators didn't disperse this time, knowing that facing this powerful barbarian alone was only to add to the pleasure of hunting for him.

Picking up the iron fork that had fallen into the sand, the Quid felt the temperature of the yellow sand on the long handle of the cedar with both hands and threw it at the gladiators. The half-circular arms made the iron fork howl, and its two flat steel tips trembled in the air before they were nailed to a rectangular shield with a raised center. The heavy, thick oak shield did not block the iron fork thrown by brute force, and the tip of the fork pierced through the oak and easily shot into the body wrapped in soft cowhide, and the sturdy warrior, who was more than seven feet tall, was pierced through the lungs before he could make a sound. Fluid poured out of the shattered veins and filled his chest, and the warrior poured a stream of blood out of his mouth and fell backwards in pain.

The other gladiators ignored the fallen warrior and rushed neatly towards the Quaid, fending off the attack behind the shield they were wearing when they were very close. The Harusans in the arena seats couldn't help but let out a cheer from their throats, for the situation of the barbarians could be clearly seen from the heights. Approaching a dozen gladiators formed a line of recessed centers, swallowing the Quaid into it like they opened their mouths.

The gladiators' tomahawks, spears, scimitars, and even iron forks swung at the besieged hunters, but this was the moment the Quaid had been waiting for. Only when enemies are gathered nearby, Riga, who has slowed down due to his madness, can knock out most of the gladiators. The hunter roared in anger and let the power of the bloodlines surge through his body, like boiling water in the heat. The hot current ran down the veins of Riga's limbs, causing him to swell in a circle with great rapidity.

There was an immediate whisper from among the Quid mercenaries, but the ancient, jerky language made the Dragoninus people unable to understand what they were saying. Some of the priests and white-robed mages couldn't help but murmur a few words, but the voices of the Harusa people muffled them.

The thick arms easily grabbed the two shields, and the Quaid lifted them up and swung them violently. The sturdy oak shield smashed through the weapons under the control of the wild force, and Riga easily knocked the gladiators into the air. The brutal force made the crisp bones of these warriors break when they were hit, and even with the soft yellow sand, most of the gladiators died outright.

Picking up a one-handed axe in their hands, the Quaid killed the wounded and wailing gladiators, then cut off their heads one by one and built them into a demonstrative pile. The civilians of Harusa immediately became chaotic, and the noisy shouts made the archon cough impatiently. Because the amplification technique blessed on him had not yet failed, he loudly ordered the soldiers to release the hungry beast locked in the cage. That was the second test that the God of Wisdom gave to the Quaids.

One of the previously closed cast-iron doors was pulled up with a slow creak, and then, with an astonishing roar, a huge gray lizard burst out of the darkness. The beast's tail twitched violently on the ground, but then the monster, which was more than fifteen feet long, roared and rushed into the pile of gladiators' corpses to chew on it, hunger that made the terrifying beast almost swallow sand.

"Damn it, a scavenging monitor lizard? Who chose this beast? A little dumbfounded as he looked at the beast, and the white-robed mage beside the archon couldn't help but let out a complaint.

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