The Glory of Noxus

"Dear gladiatorial sports fans!"

"The first show starts soon!"

Seeing the rising emotions of the audience, the arena announcer spoke at the right time, using a fanatical tone to heighten the atmosphere in the arena.

"Wow, let me see, the first show is 1VS10!"

"Debala comes from the desert in the southern part of the empire. He will face off against 10 thugs with extraordinary skills."

The arena announcer shouted loudly, and his ups and downs of tone touched the hearts of the audience.

"Medical personnel please stay on the sidelines, I feel this will be over soon!"

The slightly amusing sound caused the audience to laugh and curse, but the fanatical atmosphere became increasingly intense and surrounded the Knox Scalia Arena.

"start!"

As the arena announcer's voice spread throughout the arena,

To the north and south of the circular arena paved with yellow sand, solid and thick iron bars on both sides suddenly pulled up, revealing dark passages.

The Noxian soldiers, who were observing their duties, pushed the prisoners in front of them forward, signaling them to enter the arena.

A person walked out of the iron gate on the south side.

Wearing linen clothes, mail armor underneath, and a steel armor on his head, covering his face.

Ten people walked out of the iron gate on the north side.

They are heavily armed and extremely fierce thugs.

They seemed to be entering the arena for the first time. They looked at the densely packed audience around them, with some hesitation and surprise on their sinister faces.

However, when the overwhelming shouts echoed in their ears, the mood of the thugs began to change, and their eyes filled with red color.

Whoops! Whoops!

Heavy breathing sounded.

The thugs' eyes moved and involuntarily fell on their opponents not far in front of them.

The cold winter wind blew, and in the yellow sand arena about a hundred meters in diameter, Debala and the thugs looked at each other warily, clenched the sharp blades in their hands, and kept a distance.

Around them, ten ferocious iron pillars stood, with black blood stains on their dark gray surfaces.

Rumble!

Perhaps because they disliked the slow pace of the battle in front of them, the shouts of the audience stimulated Debara and the thugs in the field.

Sonorous!

Yellow sand rises everywhere, and sharp blades strike.

A touch of bright red blood sprayed to the ground, instantly igniting the atmosphere on the audience stage. The shouts and din of Xingyun filled the arena like a wave.

"Conquering Blade?"

Huo Jixing looked at the desperate killings in the Huangsha Arena and raised his eyebrows lightly.

Debara, who comes from the desert in the southern part of the empire, showed his skill as a conquering blade in this battle.

And this level of skill is enough to become a captain of ten in an ordinary war group in the Noxus Empire.

"pity!"

Huo Jixing sighed softly when he saw Debala's fighting scene.

With the skill level of the Conquering Blade, it can indeed crush ordinary people, but the strength level of the opposing thugs is not weak either.

With the same level of weapons and armor, Debara is still an ordinary person after all.

Perhaps in the wild, he could rely on the terrain to maneuver around and even fight back one by one, but in the vast arena, he almost lost the space to maneuver.

Facing ten heavily armed and fierce thugs, Debala killed two of them and eventually died on the spot due to excessive blood loss.

"Challenge failed!"

When the arena announcer saw that the winner was decided in the Huangsha Arena, he immediately roared.

Then the prepared medical personnel quickly went in and took the injured thug down. Some Noxian soldiers also entered the scene and dragged away the bodies that were still a little warm.

"Okay, fellow gladiator fans, let's start the next show!"

The arena announcer seemed to have seen interesting news, and his tone became high-spirited.

"Wow, it seems that today's performance is very good. Next up is the former captain of the noble guard. He is going to face off against the ferocious hunter from Freljord——!"

"Frostfang Giant Wolf!"

In the increasingly heated atmosphere, the thick iron fence was pulled up, and a prison car holding two frost-fang giant wolves marched into the arena.

"Wow, it's two giant frost-fang wolves!" the arena announcer exclaimed.

At the other end, the thick iron fence was pulled up, and a tall man wearing broken armor and holding a rusty blade walked slowly over.

He looked at the two giant frost-toothed wolves that were hungry in the prison car, looking embarrassed.

"You are asking me to die!"

The tall man looked at the Noxian soldier beside him and growled.

But what he was waiting for was a silent and cold gaze.

"You" the tall man's eyes were dark.

He looked at the giant frost-toothed wolf that roared not far away. The sharp claws left traces on the prison car. The seeds of fear sprouted and bloomed in his heart.

Bang!

The tall man pushed aside the Noxian soldiers escorting him, grabbed the rusty weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the audience stand.

"Gladiator show?"

"So will a performance with a dead audience continue to attract so many people?"

On the high flame platform, Draven stood up slowly while leaning on a huge stone chair.

Pure intuition told him that the participants in this performance seemed to want to disrupt the business of the Knox Scalia Arena.

"The guy who doesn't know how to live or die!"

Draven looked coldly as he looked at the tall man who broke free from his captor.

If it weren't for the endorsement of the Knox Scalia Arena, this guy would have died in prison.

Buzz!Buzz!

Draven moved his left hand slightly, and the flying ax in his hand rotated rapidly.

Then he looked at the tall man and threw the throwing ax. The sharp ax blade cut through the air like lightning, plowing clear marks on the yellow sand ground.

Sonorous!

The rapidly rotating flying ax accurately struck the tall man's rusty blade, stopping him abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, the flying ax flew into the air and spun into Draven's hand at a clever angle.

"Do you hear that? The knell has tolled for you."

A flash of blood flashed in Draven's cold eyes, and he threw the ax again. A white trace appeared out of thin air, followed by waves of low sounds, and slashed towards the target.

Crunch! Poof!

The sharp ax blade can easily cut through the armor.

This was accompanied by bursts of sharp bone-cutting sounds.

In an instant!

The body was separated, and red blood sprayed out from the tall man's broken waist and abdomen like a fountain, staining the yellow sand ground red.

He still moved half of his body without giving up, trying to crawl towards the audience stand.

Snapped!

Draven stepped on the tall man's head, pulled out his throwing ax from the ground, raised his arms high, and turned around to signal to the audience.

After a moment of shock and silence, the crowd in the auditorium erupted in cheers.

With a smile on his face, Draven twirled his ax and flung it lightly into the air, showing off his skills to his newfound loyal audience and savoring their ecstatic cheers.