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"Who is in charge of the money collected?" Gitzlok asked.

The orc Tartuk, who was responsible for collecting money in the arena, had his eyes bulging and frowned at the goblins. It seemed that this was his sixth time today, and he asked the same question every time.

"It's me!" he said, and he knew what the goblins were going to do.

"Double the bet." Gizlok ordered. "It's very exciting today, and there are many people buying tickets. And I've made a lot of money."

Tartuk looked at the arena for a few seconds, and he lowered his head and said to Gizlok: "Your gladiator is very strong, but I think you should consider it carefully. He is facing Valilla Sagunall, a cunning and skillful thief."

"What did you say last time that guy named Brolle Snakeskin was an experienced druid, what was the result?"

"It's a bear skin!"

"I don't care what kind of skin he is. Anyway, it's not worth the income of a gladiator show if it's sold." Jizlok threw a bag of gold coins to the orc and nodded to him.

"Greedy Goblin. Well, I hope you don't regret it when your undead pet is knocked down." Tartuk walked away with the gold coins, and the party who challenged it asked for a double hike, so Rega and other gamblers would also have to pay more money.

Valila Sagunall - a popular fighter under the orc Rega. Her opponent last time was a strong deep-sea Naga. Valila ended the battle in just three rounds. Today, the one who came to fight was a...the undead, who had defeated a companion of the female elf.

Valila held the dagger on her waist with both hands, and tried to pull it out, her eyes as if she was about to stare Nathanos out of a hole. She had just seen Broll's injury and was determined to teach the dead a lesson.

"Tell me your name."

"Forgotten," said Nathanos, "you should hear that this is just anonymous."

"I don't care what you call, because you're about to go to hell."

The person who was in charge of the fight was a troll. With a wave of the flag in his hand, the game began. The two of them circled each other in the center of the venue. Valila never disappointed the audience - she pulled out her dagger, stuck out her tongue and licked it slightly.

This action made Nathanos alert. Was she provoking? Or was it just a smoke bomb that made herself mistakenly think that the dagger was not poisonous?

Before you don’t know your opponent’s strength, it’s best to lure your opponent to attack first.

"You are so beautiful, I'm afraid your slave owner will not just treat you as a gladiator?" Nathanos chuckled.

This sentence worked very well. Valilla ran in anger, turning into a whirlwind of blades across the battlefield, breaking through the wind at an extremely unnatural angle. Although Nathanos was shocked, he was prepared for it. In just a moment, he raised Salamanig to block a dagger and threw the female elf aside.

That moment seemed to have passed eternity. Valila completely lost her balance, held the ground with both hands, flipped back and stood firmly, but the gap in her head was a fatal mistake.

Nathanos shook his wrist, and the sword in his hand reached Valilla's throat cleanly.

The audience immediately cheered.

"You... seem to have lost." Nathanos's words woke Valilla up, but three words were expressed in her eyes: Not convinced.

"You won, but I didn't lose. You rely on conspiracy, not on weapons in your hands." Valila responded, meaning that if the two of them faced each other head-on, she would definitely not lose.

Nathanos looked into her eyes and retorted: "As a stalker, are you pursuing an open showdown?"

"I'm not a thief, I won't be sneaky."

"I don't mean to say a word casually, but you were fooled so easily."

"Because you insulted my dignity." Valila's face flushed and she glared at Nathanos fiercely.

"So... are you clean?"

"you!"

Without waiting for the female elf to vent her anger, Nathanos took back Salamani and turned away from Valila. This was a good opportunity to attack, and the back of the undead was completely empty. But Valila was not stupid. She saw this as a trap. If she took action at this time, it was hard to say whether she could win, but her attitude of striving for a fair and head-on showdown would be self-defeating.

Hold on, must hold on. Valila gritted her teeth and tried her best to control herself.

A few dozen steps away, Nathanos turned around. There was an expression on his face. Valilla knew very well. It was not a joke or a smugness. He was very calm and prepared again.

About a minute later, the undead pointed at her with his sword: "I will give you another chance and try to defeat me with your all your strength, otherwise, let your companions come."

Valilla reacted, half a distance from Nathanos. She knew she was wrong, she underestimated the opponent, but she had another new opportunity, which made her forget her failure just now. Valilla rushed towards the opponent, and the dagger swung at Nathanos. This time it was faster. Before Nathanos could react, the female elf cut the wound on the undead's cheek, and then danced for several more rounds, getting closer and closer to Nathanos' throat. Just as the Withered One was still dealing with the two flexible green daggers, Valilla seized the opportunity to raise her legs and slammed Nathanos' abdomen with her knees.

The Lord of Forgotten Grieved in pain and had to bend down to relieve the pain. Valila's mouth curled slightly, and she turned her back skillfully, and kicked her toes hard on the jaw of the undead.

Nathanos fell to the ground with a look of ghosts before his eyes.

Valilla had raised her dagger, and less than a minute before the duel began, she was ready to end Nathanos's life.

The dagger hit the neck of the Withered One again, but this time he grabbed it with his bare hands. Valilla's eyes flashed with surprise. Nathanos let out a low growl, and almost no sense of the blade cutting his palm. In desperation, the female elf immediately used another dagger, and the result was the same. Nathanos grabbed her left wrist with his right hand.

"The situation has reversed." Nathanos smiled, which shocked Valila at the point where he could still laugh. The undead's right hand used force, forcing Valila to open her left hand to relieve the pain, and her dagger fell to the ground. After feeling that the threat on her right was much smaller, Nathanos let go of Valila's left hand and pinched her throat, then got up with all his strength, pressed her to the ground, snatched her another dagger, and locked her tightly.

The undead does not need to breathe, but the living needs it. Valilla cannot break free and breathing is gradually difficult. According to the rules of the arena, she can slap the other party's hand and admit defeat. This is not an embarrassing thing, but she has no intention of admitting defeat at all, and her eyes are still so firm.

"What a stubborn woman!" Nathanos said helplessly, and his hand that grabbed Valilah's neck suddenly released. The female elf felt that she had gained a new life and was breathing heavily. There was still a cold feeling around her neck.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"We are just opponents, not enemies."

"What's the difference? I didn't give in to you!"

"Yes, if I were you, I would have been like you, and I would never give up when I was knocked to the ground. You can still pick up your weapons and continue to attack me, but... do you still have the energy?"

Valilla was still gasping for breath, but she had already stood up. The undead was right. She felt weak, but her opponent was not affected. The undead was tireless.

"I lost." Valilla said this reluctantly. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, avoiding Nathanos' expression when she gave in.

He must be very proud!

"You can rest, ma'am. I'm going to prepare for the next one."
Chapter completed!