Chapter 268: New Mythical Figure

Chapter 268 - New Mythical Figure.

''Hmph.'' Darkside removed his hands from Isaac's collars and whispered with venom, ''You are not very smart, are you?''

''You have no idea.'' Isaac calmly replied with a nonchalant expression.

''Tch.'' Darkside clicked his tongue and walked back where his Guild members were.

The rest of the League of Assassins still laughed and still thought that Isaac was nothing but a clown.

Deathsong, however, looked at Darkside with scrutinizing gaze.

Queen Diana walked next to Isaac and asked, ''Are you fine?''

''I will live,'' Isaac replied while fixing his disheveled collar.

*CHEERS*

Behind the doors, loud cheers resounded.

The beautiful gladiator walked until she was at the center of the arena.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were locked on her, but she didn't look fearful or nervous.

It was like she had been under such heavy pressure hundreds of times until her emotions became numb, and feels no pressure anymore.

She raised her right hand and shouted powerfully, ''It is time for… Challenger Matches!''

The spectators became quiet.

No one knows what the so-called Challenger Matches are.

She only smiled and calmly started explaining, her honey-like voice reaching every inch of the Colosseum, ''Challenger Matches happens when Player challenges fellow Player!''

The NPCs and other Players in the audience widened their eyes in shock.

*CHEERS!*

It didn't take long for the loud cheers to make their reappearance.

The beautiful gladiator smiled and showed two fingers, ''Actually… There isn't only one Challenger Matches… Instead, two!''

*CHEERS*

*Doom Dun Dun Doom Dun*

After even louder cheers appeared, the sound of drumming appeared, which fought against the cheers, but neither of them won.

The rocky walls and floors shook, which resembled a lot of attack of the earthquake, but as soon as the shaking came, it also disappeared after more and more throats became sore.

On the other side of the doors.

Queen Diana slowly walked next to Darkside, who was fuming with anger.

''Grrr…'' A menacing growl left his mouth like he was a wild animal who had lost all of his reasonings.

''Darkside, calm the fuck down.'' Deathsong appeared next to him and whispered, ''Remember the plan?''

''Fuck plans!'' Darkside bellowed and dug his fingers into his palm with enough strength to make it bleed, ''I will destroy her and then… I will destroy that arrogant prick!''

''For fuck sake!'' Deathsong grabbed his collar and whispered with anger, ''Stop being childish and calm the fuck down!''

''Hands off me!'' Darkside removed his hand and pushed him away, which sent Deathsong sliding backwards until he crashed with one of the members of the League of Assassins.

''Hey, watch out!''

'Fuck!' Deathsong screamed internally and ignored the angry comment he received from one of his Guild members.

After the careful planning, everything was crumbling down because their Guild Leader couldn't keep his emotions in check.

Deathsong glared at the culprit of the incident, Wraith!

*CREAK*

The massive doors opened, and the large arena with hundreds of thousands of spectators became visible.

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Both Darkside and Queen Diana felt overwhelmed, but they gathered themselves as quickly as possible and entered the arena with chins raised.

Isaac looked at the back of Queen Diana until the doors once again closed.

He sat down on the nearby bench and still felt the itchiness of the skin, which was the result of the intense glaring from members of Wraithless.

''Don't you guys hate me a little bit too much.'' Isaac said while giving a strained chuckle, ''Especially you Knights. You guys tried to rob me and possibly kill me, and you guys treat me like I am the bad guy.''

''What about me?'' Salamander stood up and pointed at himself, ''What did I do to you?''

''Nothing.'' Isaac replied, but before Salamander could say anything else, he continued, ''However, you tried to steal from your so-called friends.''

Salamander gritted his teeth and shouted with rage, ''What does that have to do with you?!''

''Nothing.'' Isaac replied, ''But I stopped feeling bad about Player Killing you.''

''What about me?'' TomValeo finally opened his mouth, ''What was the reason for you killing me?''

''XP.'' Isaac replied with honesty, ''You happened to be there when I desperately needed XP, and you and your friends suffered because of it.''

''White Online was, after all…'' He sighed deeply, ''A game, wasn't it?''

''Why are you saying it with past tense?'' TomValeo asked while cleaning his sword, ''What changed?''

''This is game.'' Isaac wryly smiled, ''But, it is also not a game. It is something else, something fascinating.''

''Enough!'' Salamander screamed, ''KnightOfHoliness, you better win!''

''Heh, no worries.'' KnightOfHoliness said nonchalantly and stood up with his metal armor making rattling noises, ''He can't penetrate my Armor, let alone injure me.''

''Interface…'' Isaac murmured and grabbed his Mosin-Nagant M/28-30 Sniper Rifle.

Once his weapon was revealed, members of Wraithless snorted.

The gun didn't look anything special, even very crude in their eyes.

Their shiny weapons and sturdy shields looked much more powerful and menacing to the eye.

Isaac leaned on the wall and rested his gun on his shoulder.

Deathsong, League of Assassins, and Wraithless didn't see anything special about him.

But someone did.

Above their room, there was another floor from where special audience members could get a first look at the upcoming fighters.

One of the figures was a muscular man with a short-sleeved, knee-length woolen tunic.

However, his facial features were hidden by the short hood that was connected with the tunic.

Even though his face was shadowy, almost unrecognizable smile could be seen if someone looked very closely.

While everyone else around him was discussing about the upcoming fighters, he was silent, almost invisible.

''That white-haired youth looks so fragile.'' The words a nearby nobleman said caught his attention.

''Hehe.'' The muscular man chuckled, which was heard by the nobleman who was flirting with nearby noblewomen.

''Hmm?'' The nobleman angrily looked at the muscular man, who obviously laughed at him.

Behind him, the noblewomen covered their mouths and giggled, which enraged the nobleman even more because he thought they were making fun of him.

''Who are you?!'' The nobleman asked while grabbing the hilt of his sword, ''Answer me!''

''Who am I?'' The muscular man grinned and rested his well-defined chin on his palm, ''Spartacus, nice to meet you.''

The nobleman's body became pale, and foam poured down from his mouth.

''Kyaa!'' The noblewomen screamed after witnessing the nobleman suddenly passing out with urine trailing down from his trousers.

''Heh.'' The muscular man named Spartacus chuckled and looked straight at Isaac, ''Fragile-looking? Words of a fool.''

[Spartacus - Mythical Figure]

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