Chapter 31
Chapter 31: The Executioner
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xia Ping’an slowly did his warm-up exercises as he waited in the room. While he warmed up, he paid close attention to the situation in the cage, awaiting his own battle.
He activated his clairvoyance and saw Yan Duo appear with a mask in a booth on the high stand on the other side of the coliseum. He was watching the battles from above.
Yan Duo glanced over at the lounge Xia Ping’an was in from afar.
A few swimsuit-clad blonde beauties with tiny waists and legs for days entered the battle cage while raising a few signs. On the signs were a shield and a sword. When the crowd saw the signs appear, the atmosphere in the coliseum suddenly became lively again.
A male emcee wearing a shiny black tuxedo entered the battle cage. He was using his highly infectious voice to introduce the next battle.
“Ladies and gentlemen, next up is the most exciting and most vicious weapons battle that you’ve all been waiting for. First into the cage is Wild Wolf Jack from Europe.”
The spotlights in the coliseum all focused on one of the entrances. A Caucasian wearing a wolf mask wielding a shield and mace walked out from the corridor. He raised both his arms high in the air and displayed his powerful muscles as he welcomed the cheers from the crowd.
“Wild Wolf Jack is a fearsome killing machine. He has participated in 23 weapon battles in the Death Coliseum, with 19 wins, 3 draws and 1 loss. The only time he lost, he was bedridden for half a year. After recovering, Wild Wolf Jack has become even more like a bloodthirsty wolf. In his second battle after he recovered, he set his fastest record for a kill in 15 seconds.
“Although Wild Wolf Jack is a veteran of the Death Coliseum, we still need to follow the rules of the competition. Before entering the battle cage, Wild Wolf Jack needs to undergo a boundary bead merge test. This test is to guarantee that those who enter the battle cage are not summoners. This is to ensure fairness for non-summoners.”
Wild Wolf Jack dashed towards the battle cage. Outside the battle cage, he bit down on his finger and dripped two drops of his blood on a blue ball that was more than 20 centimeters in diameter. The blue ball glowed with a blue light a few seconds later.
“After the test by the divine altar crystal ball, Wild Wolf Jack is still Wild Wolf Jack. He has not coalesced into a divine altar. Welcome him to the cage.”
Wild Wolf Jack roared frenziedly. He picked up his mace and shield, and entered the battle cage. He held his weapons up as he roared, demonstrating his muscles. He paced back and forth in the battle cage, as though he was a wolf that was examining its territory.
“Joining us in the cage is Bloody Samurai from Japan. Bloody Samurai is a martial arts practitioner that walks the fine line between life and death. He has participated in 11 weapon battles in the Death Coliseum. With 11 wins, his winning streak is flawless so far.”
From the other entrance, a man with a white Japanese ogre mask emerged calmly. He carried two samurai swords, one long and one short, behind his back.
The man called Bloody Samurai had all sorts of blade scars and tattoos on his upper body. The tattoos and the scars weaved together and caused Bloody Samurai to emanate a unique aura.
Bloody Samurai came up to the divine altar crystal ball, took out his shorter blade, and quickly drew a slit on his finger with it. Two drops of his fresh blood dripped onto the divine altar crystal ball, and it lit up with a blue glow.
“Let’s welcome Bloody Samurai into the cage!”
Bloody Samurai entered the battle cage.
The male emcee and the beauties with signs exited the battle cage. The steel door of the cage was locked. Bloody Samurai and Wild Wolf Jack each stood at a corner of the cage and stared at each other with a deadly gaze.
Wild Wolf Jack did a slitting throat gesture at Bloody Samurai.
On the electronic display, a countdown of 180 seconds started.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you have three minutes. Please place your bet immediately. This will be an exciting battle.”
The audience on the spectator stands and in the booths placed their bets.
Right after the 180 seconds countdown ended, Wild Wolf Jack and Bloody Samurai pounced towards each other at the same time. A gory spar had begun.
Wild Wolf Jack appeared impulsive, but his coordination with the mace and the shield was organized. He didn’t attack recklessly. Moreover, the mace delivered a powerful blow under Wild Wolf Jack’s control. Each time he swung his mace, Bloody Samurai had to dodge the attack or deflect it.
Bloody Samurai held an advantage in being nimbler. The attacks of his double blades were bizarre and violent.
A few minutes later, both of them had bleeding wounds.
This was the dangerous part about sparring with weapons. Nobody could make it through the battle unscathed. A hit or a slice would result in either injuries or death.
A few bloody grooves of flesh from Bloody Samurai’s left shoulder and arm were torn off by the mace.
Wild Wolf Jack’s thigh was slashed.
Due to the injury to his shoulder, Bloody Samurai’s attacks became sluggish. One of his arms was considered crippled.
As for Wild Wolf Jack, he was like a wild wolf that had a limp leg. His movements were limited, and he was no longer as nimble as before.
After 10 minutes, the entire battle cage was covered in blood. Bloody Samurai’s short blade stabbed into Wild Wolf Jack’s abdomen. The tip of the blade emerged from Wild Wolf Jack’s back.
Before Bloody Samurai could drag the blade and slice horizontally at his organs, Wild Wolf Jack took the initiative to pounce forward like a hungry wolf. He grabbed the hilt of the blade in his abdomen and raised the mace in his hand at the same time, smashing it directly into Bloody Samurai’s thigh.
Bloody Samurai’s entire thigh contorted. It was a bloody pile of flesh and blood. The two of them were covered in wounds and fell to the ground in the battle cage, unable to get up.
This battle was like the slaughter in a warzone. It was too violent.
The referee counted down 10 seconds. Neither of them managed to get up, so the referee declared it a draw. Two teams of paramedics swiftly dashed into the battle cage and carried them away to be treated. A few cleaners also hastily entered the cage and began to clean off the bloodstains on the ground.
In a few short minutes, the floor of the battle cage was completely clean. It looked as good as new.
The male emcee in his shiny black tuxedo and the swimsuit beauties once again entered the battle cage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the battle just now was so intense. However, the next battle will be even more of a spectacle. You will witness the battle between a newbie to the Death Coliseum and a bloody butcher!”
The first words of the male emcee already sparked the curiosity of everyone in the spectator seats of the coliseum.
“The first into the cage is Bear Butcher.”
From one of the entrances, a burly man wearing a black leather hood emerged from the passageway and stood under the spotlights. He wielded a machete and a shield. The man was almost 2 meters tall. On his chest, there was chest hair as dense as weeds in the forest. He looked exactly like a bear.
“This is Bear Butcher’s first time in the Death Coliseum of the Northern Light Continent. Prior to this, he has fought numerous times in the Death Coliseums in Europe, Asia, and Africa. He has participated in 27 weapon battles in the Death Coliseum, with 21 wins, 4 draws, and 2 losses. In 19 battles, he killed his opponents. Due to his burly physique, he recovered quickly after both his losses. Bear Butcher is a bona fide human tank!”
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While the emcee was introducing Bear Butcher, he walked towards the divine altar crystal ball, slit his finger with his machete, and dripped his blood on the crystal ball. After the crystal ball lit up with a blue glow, he entered the battle cage.
“Next into the cage is Whip Punisher. He is new to the Death Coliseum. This will be his first battle. He is faced with Bear Butcher right from the start. What will his future be?”
When the spotlights shone on the entrance of the other passageway, Xia Ping’an walked out silently with the red executioner hood on his head. In his hand was the Black Cobra steel whip.
Xia Ping’an did not carry a shield with him.
Under the blinding spotlights, Xia Ping’an’s upper body was revealed for all to see. He was muscular, yet his muscles were not excessively bulging. He was lean, with no scar on his body.
The red executioner hood that Xia Ping’an wore also looked kind of normal in this place.
In this place filled with the stench of blood and brute force, scars and muscle were marks of recognition. As Xia Ping’an walked out from the passageway, in the eyes of everyone else, he seemed rather delicate, like a lamb with its eyes covered with a red cloth that was dragged out to be slaughtered.
On Xia Ping’an’s back, where the gazes of other people could not see, the tattoo of the mighty Achala covered Xia Ping’an’s entire spine. Flames burned in the air, and a dragon wrapped around a huge sword silently.
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