American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 89 The fight begins! (First order required)

the next day.

The arena was still packed.

Although the Queen of Red Wind does not appear every day, for the Saka people living in the imperial capital, watching other slaves having fun is also a thrilling thing.

Not to mention, the honorable Lord Red King has already indicated that there will be two extraordinary contestants today.

One of them has an extraordinary identity, and the other is so stupid that he actually wants to challenge for the championship.

How could they miss such a good show?
Although, according to normal procedures, the challenger has to wait until at least the third day to meet the Queen of Red Wind.

But they couldn't wait until the third day to come and watch the fun, because who knew where that idiot would die?
Before the competition begins, every participant needs to tidy up their appearance.

They have to put on armor and pick up weapons, after all, there is no fun in simply killing.

At this moment, Loki was pressed on a chair, and a hunchbacked old man came out swinging a mechanical arm. With a flick of his wrist, the machine on the mechanical arm suddenly unfolded, and all kinds of scissors and razors began to work, which made Loki panic.

"What do you want to do!" His voice became sharp and trembling.

"Don't move. My hands aren't as steady as they used to be."

"I swear in the name of Odin, you can't cut my hair! Wait, I beg you not..." Loki shouted.

But Master Li turned a deaf ear to him.

A moment later, a short-haired Loki appeared.

Loki seemed to have lost hope in life and was in a state of despair. He had to admit that during this period, he was beaten up by the Four-Handed Overlord, sent to Sakaar, and had his collarbone pierced... None of these blows to him were as severe as today.

Because his flowing hair was gone.

"That idiot Thor will make me laugh to death..."

"Thor, who is that, another prince?"

The Red King came over and heard Loki talking to himself. He laughed at him and said, "No wonder you have fallen to this point. You are a poor wretch who failed in your bid for the throne."

Hearing this, Loki immediately looked at him.

But this look made the Red King unhappy. He pressed the controller without hesitation, and the neurotoxin immediately took effect in Loki's body.

"Put away your mean look, bastard! I still prefer the dead look you had yesterday."

He kicked Loki, then half squatted down, looked at Loki who was gritting his teeth, and said contemptuously: "Look at your pitiful appearance. You have lost your throne and have been exiled here to become my slave. What qualifications do you have to look me in the eye?"

Loki didn't respond.

The Red King continued, "Prince of the Aesir... Oh, what a waste! Compared to me, who killed your father with my own hands and seized the throne, you are far inferior."

"You killed your father?"

Hearing this, Loki finally reacted. He looked up in disbelief, with fear and anger in his eyes. But more than that, Loki thought of himself.

He originally wanted his own father to kill another father.

"He's just an old man who's looking for death." The Red King said nonchalantly, "Why, you're not so weak as to dare to do anything to your brother and father? Ridiculous!"

The Red King shook his head with a sneer. He now seemed to understand why Loki appeared on Sakaar.

Loki was silent.

He suddenly realized that he and the king of Sakaar were so similar, except that the other party succeeded while he failed.

But looking at the other person's current appearance, Loki wondered, if his original plan had succeeded, would he become like this?

He didn't know. He didn't even know if he had the courage to kill Odin and Thor.

"What a coward! No wonder you were banished to Sakaar. How pathetic." The Red King shook his head. He was not sympathizing with Loki, but just thought he was ridiculous. "You are only fit to wag your tail and beg for mercy in front of me."

He found it a bit boring.

He had no more pleasure in enslaving a weak and defeated prince than he had in enslaving any other man. He could not feel superior to any other man by taking the dog out.

He no longer planned to keep Loki.

The Red King turned and left.

He returned to the Totem Tower and waited for the game to begin.

Waiting for the prince's tragic death.

He sat proudly on the golden throne, his cheek supported by one hand, and beside him were two maids of unknown race who fanned him with huge fans.

With the technology of Sakaar, there is naturally no need to use such an ancient method of heat dissipation. However, if he does not do this, how can he demonstrate his power?

Next to these maids stood Kaila.

The most powerful woman of the Phantom Clan was like a grey slate, showing no emotion at all.

Because days like this are too common. On Sakaar, bloody fights take place every day.

Countless soldiers die here every day.

But in her opinion, this is already very good. At least these activities can allow the Red King to focus most of his energy on them and not provoke wars everywhere.

At this time, Princess Luma walked towards this side.

When Kaila saw her, she immediately greeted her, "Luma, why are you here?"

"I heard that someone was planning to challenge for the championship, so I came to take a look." Princess Luma said expectantly.

In fact, for a long time in the past, she had no interest in those who challenged for the championship, because those people were just ignorant young people and did not have the strength worthy of her attention.

But after yesterday's battle with Bill, she regained her expectations.

A strong opponent, that's what she longs for.

"You will be disappointed, Luma." The Red King sat on the chair. Then, he turned his head and said attentively, "The challenger this time is a skinny boy. I'm afraid you can break his bones with just a breath."

Then, he looked at the servant beside him and said coldly, "Why don't you bring another chair? Do you want me, the honorable Queen Red Wind, to stand and watch the game?!"

Several maids were startled and quickly knelt down and kowtowed. At the same time, they brought another luxurious chair and placed it next to the Red King.

Seeing this, the Red King smiled a little: "Come and sit down, Luma!"

"Your behavior makes me feel sick, Anmo Yasan." Luma glanced at him. There were no pupils in her four eyes, only yellow whites, but her eyes were still full of contempt.

Apparently, the Red King's disguised gentlemanliness was not a plus in Luma's eyes.

She walked straight to Kaila, folded her arms, and stood straight.

Luma and Kaila actually have a very good relationship, if for no other reason than that Kaila is the warrior she admires.

This female from the Phantom Clan possesses powerful ancient strength and is capable of fighting against Luma.

But unfortunately, Kaila doesn't like fighting.

Being ignored by Luma, the Red King's expression instantly became ferocious, and his eyes looking at Luma's back were also sinister.

(End of this chapter)