Chapter 210
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Fell stayed on the floor, savoring the sensations his body was gathering and oblivious to the many individuals that were approaching his position.
A minute passed, and a few heads appeared near the place where Fell was sitting. As fellow cultivators, they thought he was currently meditating. Thus they stood silently in the courtyard.
Time passed quietly, and Sifiso still hadn't come back and was still going through the entirety of the living quarters in the coliseum. The number of individuals in the courtyard continued growing by the minutes, and before long, it attained a number where Fell couldn't help but open his eyes.
His eyes glinted under the soft moonlight. And an astonishing expression flashed on the faces of many gladiators; most of them were body cultivators, and although they couldn't assess Fell's strength precisely. Their senses didn't miss the potency of his blood, and to their senses, Fell seemed like a hibernating vicious beast in human form.
He nodded silently toward the many eyes, rived at his figure, and patiently waited for Sifiso's arrival before debuting his speech. He could sense the eccentric old man approach the courtyard in a hurried pace; a short minute was all it would take him to arrive in the densely populated yard.
He saw his old yet robust constitution from afar, and before long, Sifiso stood next to Fell and nodded for him to start.
"Thanks to everyone for having given me your time. I might have awoken a few from their nights of sleep, but I hope they won't take it too much at heart.", he joked slightly before regretting. Cold snorts resounded in the courtyard, and many chilling glares were locked on Fell's figure.
He didn't take it at heart and continued with a wry grin on his lips. "New Casablanca is facing a calamity. I'm here to recruit brave and courageous men to fight by our sides, and to defend our city from the incoming attack."
The group of gladiators was slightly surprised by the news. But most of them didn't seem to care too much, and a few could even be seen yawning or picking snot from their nostrils. Fell expected this possibility, but he had an idea of how he was going to kindle their spirit. Those guys weren't the kind to be excited by valors or honor as they had their senses of justices and morals.
Although they might not ignore money if offered decent sums, they wouldn't fight with their life in the line and might even escape at the first broken defense.
"I'm not here to promise you fame, honor, or ranks.", he added without a care for their reaction. A few of the gladiators couldn't help but mumble under their breath in an annoyed tone.
"Who the fuck is this kid?"
"The bastard awoke me from a delicious dream I was having…"
The moment a few gladiators began speaking, a road for dissidence opened up, and the rest followed. Fell's voice died down, and the numerous voices of the gladiators reverberated in the courtyard.
"What did you eat for dinner, Joe?"
"What to go take a walk in the pink district?"
"When is your next match, Billy?"
In fact, Fell had since long stopped his speech and was looking at them with a dumbfounded gaze. He didn't know if it was the fact he was dressed nicely, or if Sifiso had said anything. But he found that the gladiators were particularly dismissive toward him.
He contained himself for a few seconds, but his nerves got the better of him, and without any hesitation, his pores opened up. His blood coursed through his veins, a sharp will attached itself to the calm breeze of midnight, and the temperature of their surrounding dropped a few degrees in a second.
"What the hell?!", exclaimed a few gladiators before their sight redirected toward Fell.
"Want to fight kid?", brazen glare ignited in the dimly lighted courtyard.
Sifiso couldn't help but have expected this kind of scene. For people like them, trying to recruit them to a battle would be harder than hiring actual princess. He looked at the scene with interest on his face and took a few steps back to secure a good view of the stage.
Fell didn't respond to the gladiator's invitation and only kept rising the pressure he was releasing. Sharp crackling resounded in the courtyard, and small lightning arcs began appearing around Fell.
His Heaven and Earth energy coursed through his veins, and with every rotation, the intensity of the lightning he was releasing rose.
He had decided that he would make them pay the same price he had to swallow, a swift and clean disrespect to their pride as fighters. With a quick shift of his senses, he noticed that none of them had attained the higher ranks of the first realm in their cultivation.
"I'll bully them into listening what I have to say.", he thought before releasing the entire pressure of his three cultivation bases.
A deafening bestial roar escaped from his body; Little Gold had sensed Fell's thought and didn't hesitate at all before opening his tiny mouth and left a long roar escape from his lips.
A few gladiators were forced to their knees with the simple action. But the majority of them, although shaken, stood still on the ground, solid in their will and footing. None of them could speak, but their expression showed that they wouldn't bow to the youth in front of them.
The strange contest of disrespect had started with them; the pride deep in their bone would do anything possible to not loose in front of the man.
Although what he had showed them clearly intended that he was vastly stronger than them, they firmly believed that he wouldn't be capable of dominating them all of them.
"Energy isn't enough?", thought Fell with a devious smile on his lips. "Let us see how you will feel when basking in my sword intent!"
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Fell stayed on the floor, savoring the sensations his body was gathering and oblivious to the many individuals that were approaching his position.
A minute passed, and a few heads appeared near the place where Fell was sitting. As fellow cultivators, they thought he was currently meditating. Thus they stood silently in the courtyard.
Time passed quietly, and Sifiso still hadn't come back and was still going through the entirety of the living quarters in the coliseum. The number of individuals in the courtyard continued growing by the minutes, and before long, it attained a number where Fell couldn't help but open his eyes.
His eyes glinted under the soft moonlight. And an astonishing expression flashed on the faces of many gladiators; most of them were body cultivators, and although they couldn't assess Fell's strength precisely. Their senses didn't miss the potency of his blood, and to their senses, Fell seemed like a hibernating vicious beast in human form.
He nodded silently toward the many eyes, rived at his figure, and patiently waited for Sifiso's arrival before debuting his speech. He could sense the eccentric old man approach the courtyard in a hurried pace; a short minute was all it would take him to arrive in the densely populated yard.
He saw his old yet robust constitution from afar, and before long, Sifiso stood next to Fell and nodded for him to start.
"Thanks to everyone for having given me your time. I might have awoken a few from their nights of sleep, but I hope they won't take it too much at heart.", he joked slightly before regretting. Cold snorts resounded in the courtyard, and many chilling glares were locked on Fell's figure.
He didn't take it at heart and continued with a wry grin on his lips. "New Casablanca is facing a calamity. I'm here to recruit brave and courageous men to fight by our sides, and to defend our city from the incoming attack."
The group of gladiators was slightly surprised by the news. But most of them didn't seem to care too much, and a few could even be seen yawning or picking snot from their nostrils. Fell expected this possibility, but he had an idea of how he was going to kindle their spirit. Those guys weren't the kind to be excited by valors or honor as they had their senses of justices and morals.
Although they might not ignore money if offered decent sums, they wouldn't fight with their life in the line and might even escape at the first broken defense.
"I'm not here to promise you fame, honor, or ranks.", he added without a care for their reaction. A few of the gladiators couldn't help but mumble under their breath in an annoyed tone.
"Who the fuck is this kid?"
"The bastard awoke me from a delicious dream I was having…"
The moment a few gladiators began speaking, a road for dissidence opened up, and the rest followed. Fell's voice died down, and the numerous voices of the gladiators reverberated in the courtyard.
"What did you eat for dinner, Joe?"
"What to go take a walk in the pink district?"
"When is your next match, Billy?"
In fact, Fell had since long stopped his speech and was looking at them with a dumbfounded gaze. He didn't know if it was the fact he was dressed nicely, or if Sifiso had said anything. But he found that the gladiators were particularly dismissive toward him.
He contained himself for a few seconds, but his nerves got the better of him, and without any hesitation, his pores opened up. His blood coursed through his veins, a sharp will attached itself to the calm breeze of midnight, and the temperature of their surrounding dropped a few degrees in a second.
"What the hell?!", exclaimed a few gladiators before their sight redirected toward Fell.
"Want to fight kid?", brazen glare ignited in the dimly lighted courtyard.
Sifiso couldn't help but have expected this kind of scene. For people like them, trying to recruit them to a battle would be harder than hiring actual princess. He looked at the scene with interest on his face and took a few steps back to secure a good view of the stage.
Fell didn't respond to the gladiator's invitation and only kept rising the pressure he was releasing. Sharp crackling resounded in the courtyard, and small lightning arcs began appearing around Fell.
His Heaven and Earth energy coursed through his veins, and with every rotation, the intensity of the lightning he was releasing rose.
He had decided that he would make them pay the same price he had to swallow, a swift and clean disrespect to their pride as fighters. With a quick shift of his senses, he noticed that none of them had attained the higher ranks of the first realm in their cultivation.
"I'll bully them into listening what I have to say.", he thought before releasing the entire pressure of his three cultivation bases.
A deafening bestial roar escaped from his body; Little Gold had sensed Fell's thought and didn't hesitate at all before opening his tiny mouth and left a long roar escape from his lips.
A few gladiators were forced to their knees with the simple action. But the majority of them, although shaken, stood still on the ground, solid in their will and footing. None of them could speak, but their expression showed that they wouldn't bow to the youth in front of them.
The strange contest of disrespect had started with them; the pride deep in their bone would do anything possible to not loose in front of the man.
Although what he had showed them clearly intended that he was vastly stronger than them, they firmly believed that he wouldn't be capable of dominating them all of them.
"Energy isn't enough?", thought Fell with a devious smile on his lips. "Let us see how you will feel when basking in my sword intent!"
Fell stayed on the floor, savoring the sensations his body was gathering and oblivious to the many individuals that were approaching his position.A minute passed, and a few heads appeared near the place where Fell was sitting. As fellow cultivators, they thought he was currently meditating. Thus they stood silently in the courtyard.Time passed quietly, and Sifiso still hadn't come back and was still going through the entirety of the living quarters in the coliseum. The number of individuals in the courtyard continued growing by the minutes, and before long, it attained a number where Fell couldn't help but open his eyes.His eyes glinted under the soft moonlight. And an astonishing expression flashed on the faces of many gladiators; most of them were body cultivators, and although they couldn't assess Fell's strength precisely. Their senses didn't miss the potency of his blood, and to their senses, Fell seemed like a hibernating vicious beast in human form.He nodded silently toward the many eyes, rived at his figure, and patiently waited for Sifiso's arrival before debuting his speech. He could sense the eccentric old man approach the courtyard in a hurried pace; a short minute was all it would take him to arrive in the densely populated yard.He saw his old yet robust constitution from afar, and before long, Sifiso stood next to Fell and nodded for him to start."Thanks to everyone for having given me your time. I might have awoken a few from their nights of sleep, but I hope they won't take it too much at heart.", he joked slightly before regretting. Cold snorts resounded in the courtyard, and many chilling glares were locked on Fell's figure.He didn't take it at heart and continued with a wry grin on his lips. "New Casablanca is facing a calamity. I'm here to recruit brave and courageous men to fight by our sides, and to defend our city from the incoming attack."The group of gladiators was slightly surprised by the news. But most of them didn't seem to care too much, and a few could even be seen yawning or picking snot from their nostrils. Fell expected this possibility, but he had an idea of how he was going to kindle their spirit. Those guys weren't the kind to be excited by valors or honor as they had their senses of justices and morals.Although they might not ignore money if offered decent sums, they wouldn't fight with their life in the line and might even escape at the first broken defense."I'm not here to promise you fame, honor, or ranks.", he added without a care for their reaction. A few of the gladiators couldn't help but mumble under their breath in an annoyed tone."Who the fuck is this kid?""The bastard awoke me from a delicious dream I was having"The moment a few gladiators began speaking, a road for dissidence opened up, and the rest followed. Fell's voice died down, and the numerous voices of the gladiators reverberated in the courtyard."What did you eat for dinner, Joe?""What to go take a walk in the pink district?""When is your next match, Billy?"In fact, Fell had since long stopped his speech and was looking at them with a dumbfounded gaze. He didn't know if it was the fact he was dressed nicely, or if Sifiso had said anything. But he found that the gladiators were particularly dismissive toward him.He contained himself for a few seconds, but his nerves got the better of him, and without any hesitation, his pores opened up. His blood coursed through his veins, a sharp will attached itself to the calm breeze of midnight, and the temperature of their surrounding dropped a few degrees in a second."What the hell?!", exclaimed a few gladiators before their sight redirected toward Fell."Want to fight kid?", brazen glare ignited in the dimly lighted courtyard.Sifiso couldn't help but have expected this kind of scene. For people like them, trying to recruit them to a battle would be harder than hiring actual princess. He looked at the scene with interest on his face and took a few steps back to secure a good view of the stage.Fell didn't respond to the gladiator's invitation and only kept rising the pressure he was releasing. Sharp crackling resounded in the courtyard, and small lightning arcs began appearing around Fell.His Heaven and Earth energy coursed through his veins, and with every rotation, the intensity of the lightning he was releasing rose.He had decided that he would make them pay the same price he had to swallow, a swift and clean disrespect to their pride as fighters. With a quick shift of his senses, he noticed that none of them had attained the higher ranks of the first realm in their cultivation."I'll bully them into listening what I have to say.", he thought before releasing the entire pressure of his three cultivation bases.A deafening bestial roar escaped from his body; Little Gold had sensed Fell's thought and didn't hesitate at all before opening his tiny mouth and left a long roar escape from his lips.A few gladiators were forced to their knees with the simple action. But the majority of them, although shaken, stood still on the ground, solid in their will and footing. None of them could speak, but their expression showed that they wouldn't bow to the youth in front of them.The strange contest of disrespect had started with them; the pride deep in their bone would do anything possible to not loose in front of the man.Although what he had showed them clearly intended that he was vastly stronger than them, they firmly believed that he wouldn't be capable of dominating them all of them."Energy isn't enough?", thought Fell with a devious smile on his lips. "Let us see how you will feel when basking in my sword intent!"
