Volume 2 Chapter 22
“Why is he just standing there? Keep hitting her!”
“What the hell is Steel Teeth doing!?”
“Your boy Steel Teeth is probably mesmerized by her beauty and can’t move! Hahaha… You can go home and cry yourself to sleep now!”
“What did you say? You want me to beat you to death?”
“Hey, what are you trying to do, you dog? You touch me, I dare you!”
“I’ll smash that filthy mouth of yours!”
“&&&@#@&……”
A huge argument erupted in the stands. Hot-tempered spectators started throwing punches, and a large number of guards rushed toward the crowd. For a moment, the scene was pure chaos.
Brawls in the stands were the most common sight at the Colosseum. In fact, sometimes the fighting in the stands was more intense than the fighting in the arena.
“Woooah—”
The sound of the fighting was drowned out by a new wave of cheers.
Okbo had been sent flying twenty or thirty meters by a single punch. He lay on the ground, unable to get up. Blood gushed from his mouth, flowing backward over his face and into his eyes. His features were twisted beyond recognition.
The crowd was stunned by the girl’s immense strength, a power far beyond that of any ordinary Colosseum slave. Even the previous year’s champion hadn’t defeated his opponents so thoroughly in the semi-finals.
It was a complete and utter steamrolling.
“Can Steel Teeth Okbo get up? Let’s have our staff enter the arena and check on him!”
Clatter, clatter.
Several medical staff members in light armor with white bandages wrapped around their hands rushed into the arena. They ran to the fallen Okbo, knelt, and performed a few tests.
Then, they stood up, crossed their arms, and signaled to the announcer.
“We have a winner! The victory goes to the Sister Flowers team! Steel Teeth is dead!”
“What? Dead? From just one punch?”
“Useless. Was that guy made of balloons or tofu? Were those abs just for show? So soft and flimsy, he couldn’t even beat a little kid. What a disgrace.”
“Sigh. Come on, Brother Du Wen, let’s go. Let’s see if the Adventurer’s Guild has any quests. No point wasting time here, or we’ll be eating tree roots tomorrow.”
I knew Nia had held back considerably.
She was the kind of person who could easily run someone through with a hand-chop. If she had used her full strength, that one punch would have torn Okbo to pieces, reducing him to a pile of meat paste.
The Demon King and her exclusive guard attacking together? Against a human who couldn’t even use magic? Thinking about it that way, it really was bullying.
But if we didn’t show some teamwork, people would get suspicious. Even though I knew Okbo stood no chance against Nia, I still dutifully cast a spell to “support” my subordinate.
Life is a stage, and it’s all about the performance.
The guards apprehended the troublemakers who had started the fight. Most of those arrested were carrying weapons, likely adventurers rather than merchants or nobles.
“The match between the ‘Hook Nose’ team and the ‘Baldy’ team is about to begin! Will the winners of the semi-finals, the ‘Sister Flowers’ team, please leave the arena!”
No matter who our final opponent was, they were destined to fall before us. The goal was to escape slavery with the least amount of effort, but this was also a chance to learn about the use and combination of low-level magic and gain valuable combat experience. That way, I wouldn’t be at a disadvantage in high-level magic battles.
This world still held many unknowns. I couldn’t afford to be complacent just because I was the Demon King. The Demon King is powerful, but that doesn’t necessarily mean invincible. I couldn’t repeat my “sister” Chronos’s mistakes. Being naturally cautious, I had no intention of rampaging and destroying this world.
A Demon King who is too kind? Surely, such an existence could be allowed, right?
