The filthy leaves of the red plant did not enter his own bedroom because the roommates had already thrown out his bedding. Omar, a member of the tiger clan, leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "Hey, respected noble sir, our dormitory environment is too poor. I'm afraid it can't accommodate your delicate and tender body. It's better outside. It's cool in winter and warm in summer, with four seasons of ventilation. At night, you can see the moon in the sky, and in the middle of the night, the draft from the hallway rushes past, it's so comfortable! Ha ha ha ha..."
Zhan Ye Hong took two deep breaths and smiled, "Very good. Such a comfortable residence, I'm truly grateful to you for letting me have it. I'm extremely grateful!" He did not refute anything. At this moment, even this first-level swordsman Omar in front of him could not defeat him. He bent down, picked up his bedding and was about to leave. Just after taking two steps, suddenly, a shout came from behind, "Noble! Turn back!"
Zhan Ye Hong did not turn around, but that large bucket of dirty water still splashed onto his body and the bedding in his arms, turning him completely into another soaking wet chicken. A lizard person grinned and licked its tongue, threw away the wooden basin in its hand, and said, "I'm doing this for your sake, respected noble sir. The smell of urine all over your body is very uncomfortable. It's better to wash it off. Ha ha ha ha..."
The dirty water stained with mud flowed down Zhan Ye Hong's hair, leaving streaks on his face. However, he still said nothing more. With his hands, he wiped his face and turned back to smile, "Thank you." Then, he held his bedding and silently walked towards the training ground. Ignoring the wild laughter behind him.
It was night, and the gladiators had to go to bed early so that they could participate in training the next day. So they went to sleep early.
But Zhan Ye Hong did not sleep. He couldn't sleep either.
The night wind in August was still warm, but no matter how warm the wind was, it couldn't dry his soaked bedding in a short time. Even if it dried the bedding, it couldn't dry his angry heart that was almost bleeding with rage.
"I, Zhan Ye Hong, a person who aspires to have my family's name written in the history of the kingdom, now have fallen into a state of being an un slave... Damn it!" He had already thrown aside his wet clothes and was sitting naked on his knees in the training ground. He stared at the moon above his head.
"Who ordered me to not come for support when we were retreating at the end? It's been half a year now. Why didn't my family and the court come to buy me back? My strength... Why has my strength regressed to this extent? Why... "
"Damn it!!! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" He shouted, then sat cross-legged again, following the martial arts technique he had practiced for twelve years to start gathering and enhancing his chakra. A faint light of milky white gradually gathered from his lower abdomen and then gathered and rose, rushing towards his limbs and body.
But suddenly, at the wound on the left side of his rib, the chakra that had just condensed into a shape seemed to collide into an endless black hole, forcibly impacting several times but always disappearing instantly without a trace. Just like the experiment he had repeated within a month.
"Damn it! Damn it! Why? Why...?" !" Fanzhi Hong clenched her lower lip tightly and made another attempt. Then came the third, the fourth... the thirty-fourth time. "Huh... Let it be, that's it." Exhausted, he slumped down on the cold sand, sprawling out in a large letter shape on the ground.
The night wind had turned chilly, and the wind blowing over the sand became even colder, but it didn't get as cold as his heart.
Two months ago, in the death-punishment duel, that man named Muradashi, the horse warrior, had stabbed a broken spear into his left side, as if something had been inserted inside. It seemed to have drained all his precious chakra, making him unable to gather it anymore, and thus he was now no different from an ordinary person.
"Damn it..."
Now, Fanzhi Hong not only lacked her former ambitions or the ability to escape from this enemy country, but even just living normally had become a difficult task. Sometimes, in her mind, she even suddenly wondered why she had become a noble? If everyone in the world was equal, would there not be so much inexplicable hostility and oppression?
In the following month, Doucha, Omar, Tirisu, and others almost alternately teased and bullied Fanzhi Hong every day. They either threw stones into the bucket he was carrying, snatched the food he was eating and rubbed it with the sole of their shoes before returning it to him, or, as usual, went to urinate at the place where Fanzhi Hong had placed the bedding against the wall. As for the beating and kicking during training, it was a common occurrence...
Finally, one day, Fanzhi Hong couldn't help but ask Doucha: "You guys have been playing for over a month! Have you not bullied me long enough yet?" Doucha smiled and then punched Fanzhi Hong in the abdomen. The intense spasms in his stomach made Fanzhi Hong arch her body into a shrimp-like shape. Then, Doucha slammed his fists hard on his back.
He stepped on Fanzhi Hong's head and laughed, "There are too many reasons. The most important one might be that you are a noble. Ha ha ha, being able to trample those noble people who are always high above the rest, don't you think about how interesting this is? Ha ha ha..."
Noble, just because one is a noble
Fanzhi Hong endured the pain, biting her teeth tightly, and a strong murderous intent was rolling ceaselessly in her heart.
At night, Fanzhi Hong lay quietly on the cold sand as usual. After a month, she had gradually adapted to the rhythm of slowly falling asleep in such harsh conditions. At this moment, Fanzhi Hong was sleeping soundly.
And at this time, two figures quietly emerged from the gladiator's bedroom and slowly approached Fanzhi Hong. The black shadows cast by the moonlight were long and slanted, making those two guys seem like ghosts.
Suddenly, Fanzhi Hong was startled awake by a sensation. But her mouth was immediately covered by a powerful hand, and her arms were pressed down by a heavy body.
"Hey hey hey..." Tirisu's thick eagle-like voice sounded low in the silent night, right beside Fanzhi Hong's ear. He pressed his knees against Fanzhi Hong's legs and said to the person on top of her head, "Galie, you help hold him down first. When I'm done, it'll be your turn!"
"Ugh ugh ugh!!!" Fanzhi Hong's eyes widened, her entire body struggling violently. She had guessed roughly what these two guys wanted to do.
Tirisu punched Zhaoye Hong on his abdomen, causing him immense pain. The intense pain made Zhaoye Hong break out in cold sweat and his body convulsed violently. Tirisu sneered and then began to undress while saying, "Hehe, you useless nobleman really has a handsome appearance. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, you also have a decent body."
"Ugh... Ugh!!!" Zhaoye Hong struggled furiously with his legs and hands, his eyes bulging out, but it was of no use. The other two people slightly activated their chakra, and they firmly pressed him to the ground.
At this moment, he was truly at the mercy of others.
"Crack!" With a sharp sound, Tirisu forcefully tore off Zhaoye Hong's shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. He touched it with his fingertips and grinned lewdly twice before saying, "It looks really good. But I wonder how the lower part is. Hey, Galie, you hold him down. I'm going to do it now!"
The human named Galie pressed Zhaoye Hong firmly, also somewhat anxiously saying, "Hey, hurry up! Don't wake up those guys. I don't want a bunch of damned people to be watching while I'm handling this matter."
"Shut up, I'm not a sniper... Hahaha, look at how the lower part is... " Tirisu grinned maliciously and then extended his palm towards Zhaoye Hong's belt.
"Ugh!!!" Zhaoye Hong struggled desperately, his chest rising and falling violently, breathing, and frantically mobilizing every bit of strength in his body. Unbearable humiliation! That was an absolutely intolerable insult! The huge sense of humiliation almost completely destroyed his reason. A voice seemed like that of a demon, constantly roaring in his ear.
Kill, kill, kill these guys who dare to insult you!
Anger, anger, continuous anger!
Not in silence, you will perish in silence!
Suddenly, a blackish ink-like energy suddenly surged out from the wound on the left side of Zhaoye Hong's ribcage, spreading at an extremely fast speed to every part of his body, the meridians, muscles, bones, cells, everything turned completely red, and finally merged with the already red blood, showing no trace of abnormality.
Finally, even Zhaoye Hong's eyes had completely turned pure red, with a thin silver line flashing within. Under the moonlight, it seemed so strange and terrifying. And on his naked chest, a pattern of a five-clawed giant beast gradually emerged, a dark ink color.
Horse face, deer antlers, snake body, eagle claws, fish scales... That unknown monster tattooed on Zhaoye Hong's chest appeared and disappeared, deepening the color constantly.
Galie didn't see it, and Tirisu didn't see it either. What they wanted to see at this moment wasn't on Zhaoye Hong's face. Therefore, the four pairs of eyes were only fixed on Zhaoye Hong's belt. Therefore, they didn't notice the silver-white halo that appeared in the palms of Zhaoye Hong's hands. Yes, it was silver-white, completely different from his usual light white chakra.
Suddenly! Galie, who was holding Zhaoye Hong's hands, felt an extremely huge force. Before he could warn Tirisu, his entire body was flung up into the air by that force from below.
"Ah!!!" Freed from the restraint, Zhaoye Hong suddenly roared loudly, and the sand and stones on the ground instantly exploded into a shallow crater with a radius of one centered on him. Before Zhaoye Hong's roar ended, his entire body instantly straightened up without any support, all of this was just twice the speed of a blink. It startled Tirisu who was still trying to peek at his private parts. However, this shock didn't last long. Zhaoye Hong's right hand had already forcefully stabbed into his chest. Shock, confusion, bewilderment - Tirisu just stood there, watching the once gentle and weak Shang Ye Hong, who was at his mercy, transform into a devil-like figure in hell, extracting his heart from his chest and chewing it with a gush of blood in his mouth. And he himself, surprisingly, was not dead yet!
Galie in the sky was thrown more than a yard high, then "boom" it fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he felt his feet being seized tightly, with iron-like bindings around his ankles that kept him from moving. At the last moment of his life, Galie desperately turned his head, looking at those eyes that seemed filled with blood, grasping his ankles with both hands, and suddenly pulling them to the sides...
When the gladiators in the castle and the guard soldiers responsible for the watch rushed into the training ground, all they saw was a field of blood and the motionless and unconscious Shang Ye Hong with his severed arm and broken limbs...
"Bam!" The master of the gladiators' training ground in the castle, Bal, after reading the report submitted by his subordinates, slammed the table hard, his thick face shaking violently with anger. "Bastards! Idiots! A bunch of useless idiots!"
Beside him, a somewhat childish-looking teenager came over and said to Bal, "What's wrong, father? What happened exactly?"
Bal looked at his son and then grunted, holding the report in his hand and saying, "Batu, do you remember that Shang Ye Hong?"
The boy named Batu was somewhat stunned, then thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Father, it was that death-penalty gladiator who defeated several monsters and then defeated the human cavalry warriors. He is still talked about in the streets. Hehe, of course I remember this savage's strange name. However, I heard Jinna say that he seemed to have lost his strength..."
"Exactly" Bal was satisfied with Batu's familiarity with family affairs, and then suddenly his expression changed and he said, "This one who has lost his strength, Shang Ye Hong, had a murder case in our gladiators' training ground tonight. Two gladiators were torn apart in the training ground, and Shang Ye Hong was also unconscious beside them. The damned guards' report said there was no trace of a fourth person and no one saw any fourth person enter the training ground. It seems that Shang Ye Hong killed them. Hehe... A gladiator with no strength at all killed two people who were almost at the level of a second-level swordsman!"
"They are covering up!" Batu also angrily waved his small fist and stared at the report that seemed absurd. Then he suddenly wrinkled his small nose and thought, "But, who could have done this?"
Baal grunted and said, "Who else? In the entire Cadia, apart from that old guy Horlautz, who else would be interested in my gladiators?"
Patu exclaimed, "Father, you mean... "
Baal waved his hand, indicating that Patu didn't need to reveal the truth. Then his eyes suddenly became fierce, saying, "Fortunately, this time only two ordinary first-class swordsmen died. My main force of gladiators hasn't suffered any losses yet. But tomorrow morning, I'll have to go and have a 'proper' talk with Horlautz, this scoundrel."
Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker abruptly, and in the middle of the room, a gentle breeze suddenly swayed.