“That girl who can bring the dead back to life? My Samsara Celestial Prayer can revive the dying, and it costs nothing. If I remember right, after Bai Ya uses her racial gift, she becomes a living corpse unable to move for at least a year. Why would I want such useless trash as a slave?” Liu Miong shrugged, making it clear he had no interest in the [Angel of Light].
Samsara Celestial Prayer inclined her body slightly, showing her gratitude for Liu Miong’s evaluation.
“She’s my proudest tool!” Arthur’s face darkened, his eyes turning cold.
Liu Miong was deliberately mocking the uselessness of Arthur’s slave girl. He knew very well that, among the three brothers, Liu Miong possessed the highest-ranked slave girl, the No.4 [Dominion over Life and Death]! How could Arthur’s slave girl possibly compare?
“You—!” Arthur couldn’t help but flare up again.
“But to be honest, are you sure about this? Aside from the [Angel of Light], I’m free to pick any of the slave girls. What if I choose the [Angel of Darkness], Bai Ya’s sister, Miss Fatty?” Liu Miong spoke leisurely.
“…” Arthur fell silent. Bai Ya and Fatty were twin slave girls, their bond of blood and shared misfortune had long since made them inseparable. If Liu Miong named the [Angel of Darkness] as his stake, the [Angel of Light] would surely follow.
Realizing the key point, Arthur’s face turned pale. He had almost walked into Liu Miong’s trap—this sly, despicable little brother!
Arthur would never thank Liu Miong for his reminder.
“If you have any other conditions, it’s best to state them all at once. Think carefully about how to maximize your own benefit. Don’t blame me or grow to hate me later, dear brother.” Liu Miong said calmly again.
“I don’t need your advice! Aside from the [Angel of Light] and [Angel of Darkness], you can pick any other slave girl.” Arthur snapped, unable to hide his agitation.
“No complaints.”
“No complaints!”
In that instant, Arthur caught a glimmer of pity in Liu Miong’s eyes. But the next moment, there was only dead silence. Perhaps he’d imagined it just now.
“Very well, let’s sign the blood pact. That way, neither of us can go back on our word. Since you’re willing to wager with me, you must plan to use the blood pact to brazenly seize my Samsara Celestial Prayer for yourself.”
Liu Miong took the blood-red contract that Samsara Celestial Prayer handed him, bit his own thumb, and let his blood drip onto it as he spoke without raising his head.
“So you knew…” Arthur was shocked. He truly couldn’t grasp why Liu Miong would make such a move that was practically suicidal. He’d thought Liu Miong had gone mad, but now it seemed otherwise.
“I’ll grant your wish,” Liu Miong said with complete calm, ignoring Arthur’s astonishment. “Then let’s begin, dear brother. In this match, who will be the last to emerge victorious: the numerous but weak gladiators, or the outnumbered yet mighty ogre? Though they appear evenly matched, from the very start the scales of victory have already tilted toward one side.”
“My prediction is the exact opposite of yours, brother. Now then, please state your answer.”
By now, Arthur had composed himself. If Liu Miong sought death, so much the better. With a sneer, he said, “Of course the ogre will win. None of the gladiators on the field are a threat to the ogre. That’s the rule of the arena!”
“A world at peace is a boring world! Life of privilege brings a soul-deep weariness. Deep down, the nobles crave bloody entertainment—they want thrills! And this crude imitation of Amidal’s Blood Slaughter Arena before us is the place that lets them indulge their desires!”
“The fate of the gladiators is already sealed. With the arena’s careful arrangements, they stand no chance of resisting. They’re always faced with hunters dozens of times stronger than themselves. The only thing they can do is struggle in vain and use their pitiful, laughable deaths to amuse the nobles!”
“No matter how many rounds there are, the ogre is always the ultimate victor!”
“Then spill your blood, dear brother.”
Liu Miong handed the blood-red contract to Arthur, blood still oozing from his thumb as he pressed it to the page.
Arthur instinctively took a step back—Liu Miong’s actions were simply too strange and decisive, making people uneasy.
Does this brat really have a way to win? Arthur narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“What’s wrong? Is the confident brother actually hesitating now?” Liu Miong chuckled softly.
As if on cue, Arthur’s concerns were dispelled. He snatched the contract in a fury, bit his finger hard, and smeared his blood onto the document.
The fish was hooked.
No matter what, Arthur, who wanted Liu Miong dead, could never refuse this wager.
“Don’t regret it.” Arthur watched as the blood pact, stained with both their blood, slowly burned to ashes.
“Then I’ll be waiting to take one of your slave girls, freely chosen.”
Liu Miong deliberately emphasized the words ‘freely chosen’, then turned and ordered Samsara Celestial Prayer to crouch. He climbed back onto her back and focused all his attention on the duel in the arena.
“Has anything unusual happened in the arena? Report.”
Arthur clapped his hands, summoning the person in charge of the arena—the same obese noble who had welcomed him at the start. He glared coldly and commanded.
“Ah, ah, Your Highness Arthur, everything is fine, i-it’s just…” The obese noble’s eyes darted anxiously. He clearly wanted nothing to do with the conflict between the two princes.
“…” Arthur said nothing, his face expressionless.
Just then, the obese noble’s shadow twisted wildly, as if alive. It broke free from the ground in an instant, climbed up the obese noble’s body, and transformed into a sharp spear aimed straight at his brow.
“His Highness Liu Miong’s guard has joined the gladiators—she’s taking part in the duel!!” The obese noble screamed in terror, his face utterly drained of color.