"Behold! You have finally found the faithful slave you have been looking for all along!" A grin appeared on the face of the man as he pointed to the disabled Azarf who was standing in the slave prison with a perplexed look on his face.
"What does this even represent, and what am I going to do with this crap that is only at the tenth tier of the basic mystic Cycle?" As soon as the elderly man laid eyes on Azarf, he was immediately overcome with a feeling of disgust in that very moment. He spat this words in a very harsh manner.
Within the gladiator arena, he functioned as the vice manager of the establishment. On the other hand, the more money a manager is able to produce for the arena, the more prominent the vice manager would become, the more wealth hell have, and the higher the grade of slave that he or she would be assigned to.
The gladiator arena is staffed by a large number of vice managers, each of whom is tasked with the responsi
"Stand behind me and wait for your appointed opponent to do battle with you," This information was relayed to Azarf by Old Creally Fang immediately before the latter took a seat and utterly ignored the fact that Azarf ever existed. A man and a lady of a similar age were occupying the first and second seats, respectively, in close proximity to old Creally Fang. They were seated adjacent to the chair that the old Creally Fang was using. The middle-aged man was decked up in an azure robe that has designs on it that were based on lizards like steuctures. Because of the way he had put his long hair at the back of his head into a huge bun, he presented an appearance that was really aresting. The second middle-aged woman had a sexy smile on her face and was stroking her figure against the fabric of the dress while wearing a purple gown that complemented her voluptuous form. The gown was designed to draw attention to the woman's shapely figure.
"The name of the combat slave who serves as manager Creelly Old Fang is unknown; however, given that this is the case, given his current state, we should refer to him as the wounded handicapped rogue!" "And the odds for this battle are 1 : 5, everyone should hurry up and place their bets because the battle will commence five minutes after." As soon as Alrich's words were spoken, the crowd erupted into yet another form of applause; however, this wasn't because the audience was thrilled or excited; rather, it was because of how bizarre this unknown participant appeared. " what a name, the wounded handicapped rogue, Where the heck did that pile of garbage come from?"I am not betting for that piece of garbage, and judging by his name, he is hell bound to lose." "I'm willing to take a chance on it despite his abnormal name and slim chances, facts are that the odds are 1:5. "Who knows? Maybe hell will turn out to be promising"
_____Chapter156______ At the precise moment when the purple nether flames were about to envelop Azraf, the entire platform suddenly illuminated in a light orange light as numerous streaks of light orange dominating lightning suddenly came from all of the surrounding and envelopped Azraf while simultaneously protecting him against the blast of Nether Flames. "Aaaahh!" Azraf let out a booming warcry that reverberated throughout the entirety of the arena as he surged forward while in the midst of the freezing nether flame that continued to flow towards him from the nether cat's maw. This caused the entire arena to quake, all the way down to its pillars. "Roar!" The profoundly murderous determination to exterminate all beasts that radiated from Azraf led the nethercat to be uncomfortable, as demonstrated by its raspy meowing, and it caused it to grow agitated. This was evidenced by the fact that it caused the nethercat to become agitated. Azraf muttered under his breath as
Chapter157 Within a gorgeous location, the atmosphere was calm, the sky was unclouded, and the natural world as a whole seemed to be functioning in concord with one another. There was a large diversity of flora species represented by the blooms. On the other hand, this very watchtower was located in the midst of a big courtyard, and at the very center of the garden, a simple wooden house could be seen. The courtyard itself was rather large. In addition, there was a table in the front yard of the house, and two elderly gentlemen were seated there drinking tea while sitting at the table. One of the old men was a figure that had been seen before; in truth, he was Long Lin Tian, who had traveled all the way from the region of desolate islands to the Imory Continent along with Azraf and a few other individuals. On the day that they arrived on the continent, After spending some time sending signals to the mysterious department x, person who Long Lin Tian furtive
Chapter158 Chapter158 "For the battle slave, he or she will obtain the title of the golden gladiator, and tey will be rewarded with seven thousand five hundred primary grade nine gem spirits, five hundred primary grade nine gem spirits, and a special armor set that is more commonly referred to as the flame dragon armor! " "Wuuuuuuuuuu!" After Alrich had finished his address, there was a raucous uproar coming from the audience that could be heard for miles. It seemed as though the cause for their excitement was the fact that they were going to watch a succession of great conflicts, and this was making them very excited. When they considered the possibility of taking first place in the competition, the vice managers and the war slaves under their command began to hyperventilate and their heart rates accelerated. Everyone battle save with the exception of Azraf, became so worked up by the mere utterance of the words "golden gladiator" that they couldn't wait to eng
Chapter159 "Crimson serpent!" A sizeable quantity of red flame burst forth from the body of the crimson female hero and took the form of a monstrous serpent's head that was 10 times her size. However, before the developing snake could get sufficient pace, a flaming crescent-shaped explosion of golden flames slashed through the head, dividing it vertically into two sections, which then exploded into numerous wisps of crimson flames that clouded the view. As soon as the stray embers of crimson flame that had been distributed were extinguished, the figure of the crimson female hero became readily apparent to everyone. She was in an absolutely horrible state as she lay on the ground, her stiff armor was vertically ripped in two, exposing her pale white flesh that was streaming with scarlet blood, and she was in the midst of a battle that had just taken place. "You worthless piece of garbage, cough!, cough!, cough!.." Before she passed out and died, the crimson female hero m
Chapter 160 Terro Trugut's expression became gloomy almost instantaneously as he became aware that Azraf was handling the situation with ease in spite of the compressive gravitational force that Terro Trugut was applying to Azraf. "Basrtar!" After a low growl, he swiftly focused all of his might into increasing the gravitational force, and then he let out another growl. The fact that he had been unable to kill this insect-like human being who was more weaker than him with a single strike caused him to feel ashamed of himself. "Call of lightning!"A large number of light orange lightning bolts that suddenly appeared all over the stage and moved into Azraf's body and enhanced his dominating thunder body in fortifying his defenses against the compressive force that was coming from all directions and trying to grind him into pulp. "You idiot dwarf, are you absolutely certain that this is all you have to offer? Because if that's the case, hand over your life to me!" Azr
Chapter161 Azraf first gave himself some time to relax and recharge, and then he went to work energizing the healing room.after that, he headed onto the arena. When he arrived at the arena, he arrived at the perfect moment to view a scene that was taking place on the combat platform that was really mind-blowing. On the stage, two individuals who seem to have been competing against one another for quite some time now continue to trade movements with one another. By listening to the exciting sounds that were being conveyed by the audience, Azraf was easily able to determine that the battle had reached a stage where it had achieved a consummate level and was ready to come to an end. "Ahhhhhhh!" On the stage, there was a worn-out man with a toned figure who cried out loud as he purposefully sent out a thick pillar of white light ray in the direction of his opponent. His foe was a monstrous-looking creature with dark, rough skin, long ears that were inclined backwards