The General Said She Would Not Take a Wife

Chapter 54: Servants

Upon hearing this, Zhe Ji furrowed her brow. Lin Aoxue had already been assigned to the arena, and the gladiatorial battle had begun. Halting the fight midway would disrupt the rules of the arena. These rules had been established long ago and could not be broken. Even Zhe Ji had no choice but to accept this.

She shook her head helplessly, then turned to look at Beifan, whose face had also darkened. She spoke:

"Let's go and see."

At this point, Beifan didn't say much. When Zhe Ji spoke, he nodded in agreement and followed her as they walked into the arena. They passed through a towering iron gate and arrived at the spectator stands. From their elevated vantage point, the stone-covered arena below came into view. Two dark figures stood facing each other in the center.

One of the figures was extremely strong and muscular, standing over eight feet tall. His muscles bulged, brimming with terrifying explosive power. In contrast, the other figure appeared quite frail, his height barely reaching the shoulder of the larger man. He looked small and weak, making it immediately apparent that the two were vastly mismatched in strength.

Lin Aoxue gazed impassively at the menacing figure in the distance, feeling a sense of helplessness.

She had no idea why she had been brought to such a place. It resembled a gladiator arena, where she and this muscle-bound man were like beasts released into the field to fight, one dying and the other surviving, all for the amusement of the spectators.

By now, the space around the arena was filled with people. The nobles and royals of the Boka Kingdom were shouting loudly, urging the fierce man to tear the fragile Lin Aoxue apart. They wanted to see human blood, treating the victory of the gladiators as an honor beyond measure.

The clamor from the crowd clearly excited the large man named Duolong. His eyes, resembling copper bells, were framed by small black pupils, with the whites of his eyes streaked with bloodshot veins. He took a step forward, dragging heavy shackles on his ankles, the long iron chains clattering against the stones, creating a crisp, deadly sound.

His enormous fists sliced through the air with a whistling wind, aimed directly at Lin Aoxue. To him, Lin Aoxue was as insignificant as an ant. He believed that with the simplest of punches, he could smash her into a pile of flesh and bones.

Lin Aoxue furrowed her brow. In her calm, unflinching eyes, a sharp, cold glint flashed. As Duolong's fist approached, she shifted her weight, stepping back slightly. As the iron fist closed in, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the punch. At the same time, she pressed her right hand downward, using the force to push against him, while her left leg swept forward, tripping him by the ankle.

Her movements were fluid and precise, like a smooth river current. In an instant, the seemingly towering and fierce Duolong lost his balance. The force of his own punch caused him to stumble, and his massive body crashed to the ground like a boulder. Lin Aoxue swiftly moved forward, her hand striking the back of Duolong's head with a sharp chop, knocking him unconscious.

The entire fight took place in the blink of an eye, and the arena fell into complete silence. The spectators were left dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had just happened. In the midst of the rocky arena, Lin Aoxue stood at ease beside the unconscious Duolong, lightly tapping the top of his skull, shattering his brain.

This seemingly ferocious barbarian was nothing more than a brute with raw strength. He lacked any real martial skill. By exploiting his weaknesses and attacking the openings, Lin Aoxue was able to leave him defenseless. Despite her injuries not fully healed, such an opponent did not require her to exert all her strength.