No matter how slow-witted they were, after Bai Ya executed several flawless evasions, the nobles finally focused their attention on her movements. This was not a normal person’s reaction speed!
A Gold-rank magical beast possesses strength and speed beyond human limits. Speed isn’t just movement—Gold-rank magical beasts can unleash twenty or thirty punches in a single second. Even with extraordinary dynamic vision and reflexes, humans alone could never dodge every attack!
Bai Ya! She had achieved perfect evasion! She was completely unscathed!
Before the Ogre even threw a punch, she seemed to anticipate every attack trajectory that was about to come, calculating the only safe zone within a storm of blows! She knew it was impossible to dodge every punch, so she found the vacuum zone that twenty or thirty attacks could never reach!
Within a single second, the Ogre’s tide-like barrage of punches flooded the arena, each blow shattering floor tiles and sending dust and debris flying. But she outpaced the Ogre’s reactions, escaping to the only untouched ground within that second’s onslaught, emerging completely unharmed.
This scene left the nobles so shocked their mouths couldn’t close. It was like witnessing a spectacular circus performance, with the Ogre reduced to a ferocious beast being toyed with!
Arthur could not tolerate any of this. He’d wanted to order his slave girls into the arena several times to slaughter every living thing and reclaim his trampled dignity. But he knew that doing so would break the blood contract, the contract magic would declare Ryumyion the victor, and he’d lose a slave girl—other than [Angel of Light] and [Demon Angel]—only strengthening Ryumyion further.
Endure! Endure! Even though his lungs felt like they might explode from rage, Arthur forced himself to keep watching, pinning his hopes on the Ogre butchering Bai Ya and the other gladiators into bloody pieces!
At this moment, Ryumyion also had no guarantee of victory. Bai Ya was his only lifeline. Of all the gladiators present, she was the only one who could actually injure the Ogre. She was doing something incredible, and her future was impossible to predict.
She was forging her own future, a future full of limitless possibilities.
Now, Ryumyion could only pray that Bai Ya would win and achieve the absurd feat of a mere mortal killing a Gold-rank magical beast. He had bet everything on her.
Undoubtedly, the entire arena’s attention was fixed on the slave gladiator Bai Ya Ifir Krom, who battled the Gold-rank Ogre. Her victory or defeat would now determine the fate of many! Every move she made tugged at the hearts of most in the arena!
She had become the brightest star!
“I’ve noticed for a while now. Your weakness—is it your throat?” After nimbly dodging a fierce punch, Bai Ya suddenly closed in, facing the Ogre head-on, calmly gazing at his frenzied and terrifying face.
At that instant, the Ogre halted his attacks. The madness in his scarlet eyes faded, replaced by a distinctly human fear.
He had understood Bai Ya’s words, realizing that the ‘prey’ before him had found his fatal weakness.
The only fragile spot on his entire body was his throat. If it was pierced by a sharp weapon, he would die within seconds.
How did she know this?! The low-witted Ogre abandoned reason, falling back into a berserk rage. He would tear this damn ‘prey’ into bloody shreds!!!
“Ara ara, getting anxious? Looks like I was right! good luck!” Bai Ya effortlessly slipped into another safe zone, continuing to dodge the torrential attacks without injury.
How did she know the Ogre’s weakness was his throat? In truth, the answer wasn’t hard to guess. When she had thrown her weapons earlier, she’d targeted the Ogre’s whole body: head, eyes, arms, chest, back, thighs, feet—she’d been thorough.
Confident in his steel-hard body, the Ogre hadn’t bothered to defend certain ‘unimportant’ parts. But Bai Ya noticed that every time she hurled a weapon, the Ogre’s gaze would subconsciously drop downward, fixating on a particular spot.
Was there something vital down there? Bai Ya took note.
Besides the throat, Bai Ya hadn’t mentioned the heart, navel, or other areas, and she’d been prepared for the Ogre not to understand human speech. But she’d struck home on her first try—she really was lucky!
Everything was going according to her plan. This victory was hers! She would kill the Ogre, perfectly completing the first chapter of [SLAVE] and proving herself the strongest player!
Bai Ya was impatient to bask in the glory of victory. Now that she’d found the Ogre’s weakness, she dodged while searching for an opening. The moment she saw one, she’d unleash her full power and claim her first triumph!
Victory was already within Bai Ya’s grasp. She didn’t believe she could lose; she had the time, place, and people on her side. She would not lose, and she could not lose!
Since she’d already died once, this was her last chance to turn the tide!
“Your greatest mistake was making an enemy of me, Bai Ya the Great!” The instant the Ogre lost his balance and staggered, Bai Ya snatched a sharp shard from the ground, lunged at the Ogre, and stabbed at his throat with all her strength!
It’s over! Bai Ya thought, relaxing in that moment.
“Raaaargh!” The Ogre bellowed in rage at the brink of death, thick arms reaching out to crush the tiny person clinging to him. But it was too late—the sharp fragment was already pressed against the skin of his throat.
The Ogre felt his life reach its end. As death loomed, his face twisted in terror—so even a butcher like him could know fear. Bai Ya couldn’t help but laugh.
It was a self-mocking laugh.
The sharp fragment clattered to the ground, ringing crisply in the deathly silent arena.
“Sorry…” Bai Ya slumped backward, her body falling as if sinking into a bottomless sea. She no longer had a shred of strength left, her head splitting with pain.
In the fading vision of her remaining right eye, a fist kept growing larger.
The Ogre, having escaped death, counterattacked—striking Bai Ya’s head and sending her flying over ten meters.
The heavy sound of Bai Ya hitting the ground echoed across the arena.
“What a pity, so close… The sword technique talent ‘Mind’s Eye Blade’ requires no battle aura but drains mental energy. Overuse inevitably causes physical backlash. At the most critical moment, she suffered the consequences. This is simply fate,” Ya Cang commented coolly, immediately understanding the change in Bai Ya.
“Can you still stand, Bai Ya Ifir Klorom?”
Covered in blood, Bai Ya lay motionless amid dust and broken tiles, blood trickling from her lips, her body twitching occasionally—already unconscious.
This was only natural. A single blow from a Gold-rank magical beast—even not at full power—wasn’t something an ordinary human could endure. She’d been struck in the head, likely fracturing her skull. There was no way she could stand up again; she had lost all ability to move.
“So, the match is decided?” Ya Cang watched as the Ogre strode toward the unconscious Bai Ya, his face expressionless as he spoke to himself.
Even with martial talent, this was her limit. Her dazzling performance today was like a shooting star—leaving a beautiful trail before vanishing without a trace. This was her boundary.