[Author's Note: The following chapter contains scenes of extreme graphic violence and gore. Reader discretion is heavily advised.]
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Chapter 116: The Blood of the Runaway
An hour later, the Iron Colosseum was shaking.
The news of the challenge had spread through the capital like wildfire. Every single seat in the massive underground arena was packed.
The citizens of the Forge had abandoned their factories and workshops to witness this moment. They roared with absolute and deafening fury.
They knew the man standing in the ring had funded the cult that slaughtered their neighbors and attacked their city. They wanted blood.
I stood in the center of the sand, perfectly still. My crimson and gold Ironclad armor gleamed under the heavy arcane spotlights.
Valerius stood thirty paces away. He had removed his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves.
His silver rapier glowed with a sickening purple light. He looked at the roaring crowd with absolute disgust.
