No wonder when he was observing through Spiritual Vision just now, the contours of the buildings here seed a bit familiar.
Turns out he was in a place similar to the Roman Colosseum.
Although he had never been to such a place, he had seen it in movies.
It was just that, being in the scene, with only a limited field of view through walls via Spiritual Vision, he didn’t identify it imdiately.
At this mont, with his appearance, several n with weapons also ca out from seven or eight tal doors surrounding him.
Unlike the burly man in the center, these n looked weak and undernourished.
Apparently, they were there to duel with the strong man.
Of course, it seed like he was also counted among them now.
Even though the strong man did not have any weapon, judging from these people’s physique and aura, they probably couldn’t be a match for him.
"Eeh~~~"
The audience around let out a series of boos when they saw the challengers appear.
"Dora! Tear them apart!"
Soone stood up and shouted loudly and exaggeratedly towards the stage below.
"Tear them apart!"
"Tear them apart!"
"Tear them apart!"
Soon, the crowd, regardless of gender or age, was shouting frenziedly.
The burly man nad Dora sneered as he squeezed his fists, his bloodthirsty gaze sweeping past the few people in front of him.
At this ti, the tal door behind him again buzzed and slowly descended.
In the arena, soone was frightened by this spectacle, their legs weakened, trying to turn around and escape back.
But just as they ran to the entrance, a long spear suddenly protruded from inside, forcing them back.
Zhang Xiaoman saw that behind those doors, there was a fully ard guard supervising these people, preventing them from escaping.
He couldn’t help but glance back at his own door, but it was empty, with no one there.
On the viewing platform, a middle-aged man in a red and green brocade frowned suddenly, looking in Zhang Xiaoman’s direction and asked:
"What’s going on, who is that? Where’s Gaelian?"
Evidently, Zhang Xiaoman’s appearance was also unexpected to him.
Although the clothes the other wore seed very peculiar, they were at least clean and proper, not at all like a gladiator’s attire.
At this ti, Zhang Xiaoman had taken out a set of complete clothing from his storage ring and put it on.
Although these clothes weren’t any extraordinary items, they were still better than the tattered Daring Clothes.
In fact, his personal space was always stocked with various spare clothes, just to prevent embarrassing situations like this.
He prepared many types of clothes connecting two planets.
This included modern apparel from Water Blue Star, ancient costus from Divine Ancient Star, and even futuristic fashion from Guleng Star, but there was no attire from this Western fantasy world.
This made him stand out, beco conspicuous instead.
Beside the middle-aged man in brocade on the viewing platform, a man dressed like a guard also looked puzzled.
Concerning this unexpected stranger, he also had no idea what was going on.
At this ti, a guard from the duel arena rushed over, then whispered to the middle-aged man in brocade:
"Baron, sothing’s wrong, Gaelian escaped after defeating the guard..."
As he spoke, he instinctively glanced at the place originally belonging to Gaelian.
But upon seeing Zhang Xiaoman’s figure, he was also stunned, clearly unable to understand what was happening.
"Useless bunch! Alright, get out of my way!"
The middle-aged man in brocade waved impatiently, saying:
"Since this kid ca in on his own, let’s just use him to replace Gaelian..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the guard again, saying coldly:
"You all shouldn’t idle around. Quickly send people to find that bastard. It’s a serious cri for a gladiator to escape privately. Once found, kill on sight. Cut up the body and feed it to the Gale Wolf! Hmph! I want to see if anyone dares to escape from again in the future!"
Zhang Xiaoman naturally didn’t know what was happening on the stage.
But he didn’t want to know why there was no guard following him, nor did he want to just stand there stupidly being watched.
With the Wind Control Technique activated, he planned to fly away directly, thinking he could find a place to better understand this world first.
As for what the audience in the duel arena thought, it didn’t concern him.
However, after Zhang Xiaoman activated the dark energy within him, he was surprised to find that his Wind Control Technique couldn’t be used.
Or more accurately, there was no effect after use.
It seed as if a powerful dark energy fluctuation nearby was interfering, preventing him from flying.
"Is this place a No-fly Zone...?"
He imdiately thought of this possibility.
His perception couldn’t be wrong; there was indeed a huge dark energy fluctuation here.
It was fine in normal state, but once he tried to use his flying ability, that fluctuation would suddenly appear, rendering his Wind Control Technique ineffective.
"Could it be so kind of formation...?"
Zhang Xiaoman furrowed his brow, thinking that this world didn’t seem simple.
As he was deep in thought, the battle in the arena had already begun.
The burly man nad Dora sneered as he walked towards the group of gladiators.
His leisurely strolling manner was like that of a lion toying with its prey.
On the other hand, the group holding weapons looked too scared to approach.
They seed very afraid of this strong man; so even trembled and wet themselves in fear.
Coincidentally, the strong man probably saw Zhang Xiaoman’s attire as the most peculiar and chose him as the first target, not even glancing at the people around, heading straight towards him.
"Hey, kid, where are you from, why do you look so strange? And your clothes are weird too? Could it be you lost your way ho and ca here! Hahaha!"
Dora mocked as he approached, his eyes full of ridicule.
As the champion of the duel arena, he clearly knew how to incite the crowd’s emotions, turning a one-sided massacre into a "fun" spectacle.
"Oh oh! Dora! Smash his face! I hate these pretty boys!"
"Dora! Hurry up! I’ve bet on you to win within five minutes! Don’t make lose money!"
"Dora! Dora! Tear them apart! Quickly! I don’t want to see these losers! Finish the warm-up quickly! I want to see you against the Gale Wolf!"
"..."
On the sideline, the audience’s shouts beca a chorus.
This made the already trembling gladiators even more panicked.
Zhang Xiaoman was still contemplating the strange energy around when the strong man walked straight up to him.
He looked up at the man, intending to ignore him and leave.
Even if he couldn’t fly, he could at least jump out; such a wall couldn’t keep him in.
But the next second, the strong man suddenly extended a hand, placing it on his shoulder.
"Hehe, what are you thinking? Lord Dora can’t wait to have a chat with you."
Hearing this and feeling the increasing pressure on his shoulder, Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t help but frown slightly.
It wasn’t that the man’s strength was too great, causing him pain or anything.
Given his current constitution, even if the strong man’s strength increased ten or a hundred tis, he couldn’t hurt him.
He rely disliked the casual attitude.
With a casual wave of his hand, a powerful force swept away, sending the strong man flying backward, crashing to a stop dozens of ters away.
PS: Thank you to "Xuanmanjia’s Dad" for the 100 coin reward, thank you!
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