The Universe Is Innately Just 211 Memory Of The Slums Part Three

Their solid will, soon began flinching under the incessant grinding, and accompanied with the pressure from the lightning sparks that clapped around in the courtyard. Another wave of knees. .h.i.tting the floor resounded, and only dozens of gladiator were still on their feet.

Fell couldn't help but be surprised, and he doubled the pressure he was releasing as he now was testing their limits. The more he tried to bend them, and the more they showed him that they wouldn't flinch. His avarice would surface, and make him want them as soldier to defend the city.

Although they were fellow humans, and cultivator, he couldn't help but see their true a.s.sets shine in the incoming war. True men of steels that wouldn't back down if they choose to engage in the war with their own will.

His action might seem counterproductive, but the coliseum's culture was one where the strong were praised as kings and revered by all. "Although they might feel humiliated, I can only take the risk and force them down to their knees.", he thought in a flash of consciousness before raising the pressure yet again.

"Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are the one who started this first!", his blood boiled down his veins. And a subtle yet solid wave of steam appeared near his body.

The gladiators who manage to keep standing were already at their limit. With the repet.i.tive dragonic howl from Little Gold, and the constant sword intent grinding their will, they were already nearly wasted. With sore muscles, and clattering teeth, they were only hanging with their prides and envy to topple over Fell's intention of humiliating them.

Sifiso was astonished to see his prideful gladiator's figure fall one after the other. If it was just one of them being force to that state, it wouldn't have surprised him that much as he still knew that Fell was strong. But here, nearly eighty percent of the gladiator were eating the dust on the ground, and the twenty remaining percent weren't in a better state.

Their const.i.tution paled at the second, and a few had their fists clenched that they bled. But that was just what was apparent on the outside of their body's.

In fact, the standing gladiators were feeling an excruciating nausea a.s.sault their mind. And the constant roars, and claps of thunders accompanied with the sharp sword intent a.s.saulting their body made it even harder.

Although Fell wasn't using his sword intent do deal physical damage to their bodies. The pain that came with his sword intent was very real to the brain, and would leave them trembling, most of the them in the brink of falling apart.

"Their tenacity is top tier.", he a.s.sessed while gazing at the dozen remaining gladiator. "Time to see how they fair against the pressure from my body."

As soon as he spoke, he executed himself and another pressure escaped from his pores, overlapping itself on the other existing one. This one was different than the other, in the sense that the gladiator felt that their weight had tripled in an instant. Beds of sweats appeared all over their pale complexion, and before long three gladiator fell to the ground.

Sounds of haggard gasp, and pained panting resounded through the silent courtyard. The gladiators on the ground had darkened expression on their faces, and couldn't come to accept the harsh truth they were experiencing. Loosing in such stead, against the sole pressure coming from someone wasn't easy to accept for a bunch of people who spend their days fighting.

"They'll accept it…", thought Fell as he gazed at their faces. With one last shove of pressure, the wind moved quietly and shoved slightly at the bodies of the trembling gladiators. And like broken leaves that quietly hovered in midair, they fell on the ground at the same time, gasping for air as if they've been underwater for the whole time.

Fell couldn't help but flash a satisfied smile on his face, and just as he was going to continue his speech, a loud voice cut him and spread through the courtyard.

"Quite the nice flex! Its not bad to teach those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds some discipline."

Fell turned toward the newcomer, and his expression changed as he turned serious. The moment he saw the man, a shiver traversed his body and he nearly drew his blade out. It wasn't that he was afraid or anything, but the man radiated such an amount of battle intent that it triggered Fell's own.

The man, with a long head of cascading crimson hair that dropped on his shoulder, gazed at Fell with a smile that wasn't really one. Their gaze interlocked for a long time before the red haired man turned and looked at the ma.s.s of gladiators laying on the ground.

"Well it's not a bad idea to show them your strength if you want them to follow you.", he said with a matter of fact tone. "But those block heads won't follow you to war just because you're stronger than them."

"A few might be impressed, and might follow you in the hope of befriending you. But ultimately, they won't give their whole being in the battle like you want them to do.", he added before walking toward Fell. "I've heard your speech in the central district, I have to say that  it was quite a pa.s.sionate one. The thought of a mob of beast ravaging the street of that immaculate city caused my blood to boil in my veins."

Fell looked at the man with puzzlement on his face, and before long exclaimed in a questioning tone. "If you didn't leave, should I a.s.sume that your going to fight to defend this city?"

The man looked at Fell as if he was looking at an idiot, and he turned toward one of the man on the ground before asking him.