"This cold killing intent!"

The city lord, who suddenly turned his back in panic, looked in the direction of the danger.

"A few servants and skinny female orcs, I guess I must be wrong!"

Moving to the prepared seat, Astute made the right sign to Quintus and asked him to start the competitions. As the owner of the arena, it was up to him to make the opening speech. The chubby and ugly man jumped up excitedly as if a bone had been thrown in front of him.

At these moments, his son Epiphanes was taking his place next to his mother; after he had supervised the final preparations of the gladiators. The young man admired the city lord sitting in front of them and set an example for him in every way.

"My compatriots from Parthenia! Today we have a guest to honor our arena, which warriors have blessed by fighting to the death. Our great lord of the city, Astute, is among us, showing everlasting grace and humility!"

Quintus' short hair stood on end when he saw the people raging after his speech with a tear in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he raised his chest and shouted, "Let the Fights Begin!"

While the arena was shaking, Nafız's mind remained on the tattoo she saw. She couldn't be wrong; the tattoo owner was a member of the Black Lily Clan, but how had he gotten such a critical mission?

"Nafız, you are very worried that your friend is going to fight, but do not lose hope!"

When the kind and good-hearted Eftelya saw that the orc standing next to her was terrified, she thought that Nafız was afraid because the person she loved took part in a fight to the death.

"Miss, can I tell you a secret?"

When the beautiful girl turned to talk to the female orc standing a few paces behind her, her father, who was standing next to her, wondered what had happened and overheard the conversation.

"If you bet that my friend will win when he goes out to fight, you will win!"

While Eftelya was trying to make sense of her maid's words, Niko interrupted and snapped.

''Stupid hoe! In this arena, there has never been an orc victory before!"

After the head of the household got involved, Nafız started to speak with more enthusiasm instead of being scared.

"Sir, I am one hundred percent sure that my friend will win. I can bet my life!"

The words of the daring orc had taken the father and daughter by surprise. Just as Eftelya was feeling curious, an idea came to her mind.

"Daddy, since I've come this far, a little bet won't hurt, right?"

Unable to resist the will of his sweet-speaking daughter, Niko bets on the orc, and the leaders of the other two families intervene.

"You love your daughter, my friend. You invested your money in the orc, knowing that you would lose!"

As soon as the braided man sitting to his right had finished speaking, Quintus burst into laughter, completing his announcement.

"You've always been so kindhearted, Niko, but even I, as the owner, am sure that the orc you bet on will be defeated!"

"Dad, girls only judge by looks. Being bigger than average, I think Eftelya got it wrong.

As the young girl's face fell after Epiphanes' words, Marcos interrupted.

"Uncle Niko, I think I'll join this game too. No matter how much you bet, I'm betting double for the warrior orc to win!"

Whispers filled the area where the three families were located, with the words coming out of the greasy young man's mouth, whose curly hair ended under his ears.

The city lord, sipping his drink without paying attention to the events among the others, had set out to watch the warriors fighting as they entered the arena. Although Astute seemed to rule the city through the council, he formed with noble families, and these people were not worth an iota.

The first fights were where the gladiator schools sacrificed orcs from the slave market to the fighters of other schools. Novice gladiators who slaughtered weak orcs were gaining experience, and the atmosphere was warming up with bloody fights.

For many years, even since the arena was established, this process had continued uninterrupted. Nothing had changed today. Human warriors cut down orcs who were enslaved the moment they were born.

With the bloody traces of several unfair fights soaking the arena, it was Alyon's turn. In the part where the three noble families are located, they turned their attention to the arena to not miss the events.

"The moment I've been waiting for has finally come. I will avenge the humiliation you inflicted on me that day!"

Epiphanes muttered as he side-eyed the beautiful Eftelya. The fifteen thousand gold coins he had sacrificed to buy the female orc had bet on his fighter to lose. Considering the contradictory bets of two people he saw as rivals, he couldn't help trembling with excitement at the thought of his victory.

"Niko, you can still give up. As your friend, I will be displeased to take your money!"

Quintus, the ugly and fat head of the Augustus family, looked like he was going to explode with arrogance, contrary to the modesty of his words as he spoke to father and daughter.

"You forget the old days so quickly. Have I been seen losing a bet against you?"

Niko felt a familiar gaze hover over him as he spoke, gazing into the blue of the open seas. The woman, whose love he had not reciprocated since his youth, was still looking at him with indescribable feelings.

"Those days are long gone, my friend. Soon you will see that there is a first time for everything!"

While the two childhood friends were bickering, Fernandez watched them without getting in the way. This was the case for as long as he could remember, and he had already accepted that no matter what he did, it wouldn't change. He was just surprised that his son had gotten involved and made a bet.

"Little rat, you never fought a battle you could lose. What made you have the courage to take risks?"

While the smile on his son's face, which he whispered in his ear, made it enjoyable, Marcos answered his father.

"The other day, when the slave to fight was sold, the female orc who was with Eftelya was also there and showed me some exciting things!"

Seeing that the female orc, to whom his son turned his gaze after his words, was already watching them, Fernandez began to laugh.

"You always had good eyes. Now I'm even more curious about the outcome of the fight!"

When the arena stopped being agitated by the excitement of the previous fight, the sides of the next battle emerged from the slowly rising iron gates to the hall.

To one side, the abnormally sized orc stood calmly as the armored warrior swayed his sword artistically, rousing the audience. When Nafız turned her eyes from the Cervantes family to the arena, she suddenly burst into laughter.

The state of the orc in the arena was not so laughable, but when Nafız saw his friend who had turned into a caveman, he could not help himself. Alyon was wearing animal fur with a one-shoulder strap.

His underside looked like he was wearing a skirt, as the fur was cut short to prevent his movements. With the thick tree branch held in his hand, it was as if he was coming into the arena representing the warriors of the old age.

The arena administrators had taken every precaution not to cause any surprises in the orc slaughter under the name of the first struggles. Compared to Alyon's poor state, his opponent had armor and a real weapon in his hand.

The human warrior was new to the arena, judging by his restless state. He had to prove his age after hard training, and like every gladiator, he would start by slaughtering orcs.

The warrior, who started to run with a long cry, jumped into the air and pursued a flashy hit to kill his opponent magnificently and win the love of the arena. Meanwhile, Alyon had thrown the piece of twig in his hand and was taking a fighting stance by pulling his right foot back slightly.

The orc threw the piece of wood, which was his only weapon, on the ground was met with amazement in the area where the three families were. Nafız was confident and comfortable with the result after watching with arrogance, one side with surprise, and the other with sadness.

Three paces from his opponent, clutching his sword tightly and jumping into the air, the warrior raised his weapon above his head as if he wanted to split the orc in two with one hit. The entire arena was in the specter of blood splattering from the orc's severed head, but during the ten seconds of silence, no one could believe what they saw.

When Alyon's novice rival attempts artistic moves; He quickly takes two steps forward, pulling out a solid uppercut that lifts the dust from the ground with his iron hammer-like arms. The human warrior's head would have to leave his body after this fascinating blow, which he brought from low enough to touch the ground with his fist.

Killing the enemy, Alyon pointed to the sky with the index finger of his right hand. His gaze was on the stunned audience.

Those in the section with members of the Three Noble Families couldn't get over the shock, only Eftelya stammered and asked Nafız, "How can this be? What does the act of your friend mean?" she asked.

Although the house of Augustus had moved away from the moment they were found with the sadness of the lost bet, the members of the other two families heard the young girl's question and turned to Nafız to learn the answer.

"This is what my friend means, young lady! I hit once; I don't have to hit the second!"

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I want a real knife from you. The kind that doesn't come back when I stab my opponent. Because I won't stab a man a second time!

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