Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 536 ’Change

Chapter 536: Chapter 536 ’Change

"I just hope that I can go to the ’outside territory’ as soon as possible. Once I get the ’resurrection pill’ from the great treasure left by the Reincarnation Martial Emperor... I will be able to help Fill Bear repair his Dantian!"

A thought passed through Wyatt Barnes’ mind.

He always felt guilt about Fill Bear.

After all, it was because of him that Fill Bear’s Dantian was destroyed, hence his cultivation was ruined.

He owed it to Fill Bear.

"Roar!"

A roar pulled Wyatt Barnes back to reality.

Wyatt saw it.

In the arena, the powerful Fierce Beast was continuously roaring in dominance after biting a human warrior to death.

"Is he dead?"

Looking at the mangled body of the human warrior, Wyatt furrowed his brows.

Seeming to perceive Wyatt’s surprise, Alfonso Rowan explained from the side, "Once you enter the arena, whether human or beast, only one can live... One must survive for the arena fight to be over."

"Only the victor can leave the cage!"

Hearing Alfonso’s words-

Wyatt frowned, "So, every single fight that takes place inside the arena involves a fight to the death?"

"You could say that."

Young Master Holland nodded slowly and said, "To the weak, this is ’Hell’... because they could be killed by people or beasts at any moment."

Wyatt nodded.

So this is what the ’arena’ is.

A place full of bloodshed and slaughter.

Of course, for those who constantly want to get stronger, this is undoubtedly the best ’touchstone’.

Those who can survive in the arena are undoubtedly the ’strong’.

Once you step into the arena, you only have one choice.

Either live or die!

"It appears that the man who was killed by the Fierce Beast just now was a ’slave’?"

Wyatt asked with curiosity.

"Yes."

Alfonso nodded, "The arena doesn’t always have people willing to enter... so, when no one enters, the arena makes its captive slaves fight with Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts, killing each other!"

"And the arena, they host gambling games, profiting from them."

Alfonso said in one breath.

Wyatt nods.

"Are there any rules in the arena?"

Wyatt asked again.

Young Master Holland explained, "Usually, the slaves or Demon beasts sent by the arena to kill each other are of equal strength... and the people on the stands, only those whose cultivation is comparable to that of the slaves, Fierce Beasts or Demon Beasts can step in and fight against the slaves, Fierce Beasts or Demon Beasts."

"Otherwise, if someone whose cultivation greatly surpasses the slaves, Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts in the arena were to enter the ’arena’, that would be a one-sided massacre, devoid of any meaning... the arena does not allow this to happen."

Young Master Holland continued.

"Hmm."

Wyatt nodded.

That rule is understandable.

Otherwise, wouldn’t the arena go bankrupt?

"Moreover, those who dare to step into the ’arena’, and those whose cultivation is equal to the slaves, Fierce Beasts or Demon Beasts in the arena, once they win, can get rich rewards!"

Alfonso Rowan added, "The rewards, varying for people of different cultivation levels... for instance, ’Peep Naught Warriors’, if they can kill the slaves, Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts of the same cultivation in the arena, the rewards they get are much richer than ’Original Infant Realm warriors’!"

"Also, those who enter the arena are not allowed to use any external force... it’s ’any’!"

Young Master Holland added.

"Any?"

Wyatt raised his brow, "Does that mean we’re not even allowed to use ’spiritual weapons’?"

"Yes."

Young Master Holland nodded.

Wyatt couldn’t help but be astonished.

"After all, the slaves in the arena can’t possibly use spiritual weapons to fight Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts of the same cultivation level... in that case, it would be meaningless."

Young Master Holland continued.

Wyatt nodded his head.

Having heard what Young Master Holland said, he could understand.

"What kind of rewards are usually given?"

Wyatt asked with curiosity.

"The rewards include gold and silver, spiritual weapons, Pill Medicine, cultivation methods, martial skills, occasionally some rare materials, and ’spiritual fruit’!"

As he reached the end, Young Master Holland’s eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

Spiritual fruit?

Upon hearing these words, Wyatt’s eyes were also filled with desire.

"Sounds interesting."

Wyatt gave a smile.

Before they knew it, the three of them had arrived not far from the ’arena’.

At this moment, Wyatt got a clear view of the entire arena.

The arena was as wide as a football field in his previous life.

Above the expansive field, intersections of black iron formed a huge cage, sealing everything inside it.

"This is... thousand year ancient iron?"

Quickly, Wyatt recognized the material of the iron cage, causing his pupils to shrink.

Thousand year ancient iron!

Even the Peep Naught warriors would find it hard to break it open forcefully.

"This ’arena’ is indeed opulent."

Wyatt couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Hehe... Wyatt, this ’arena’ has quite the background. It is the property of the ’Victory King’, the royal brother of the current emperor!"

Young Master Holland clarified for Wyatt.

"So that’s why."

Wyatt Barnes suddenly realized something.

"Eh, these seats..."

Soon after, Wyatt discovered that the audience seats closest to the ’Prison Battle Arena’ were less occupied than those behind.

In a moment, he figured out why.

Just as they sat down, a middle-aged man, devoid of any expression, walked over and extended his hand towards Wyatt and his companions.

Wyatt didn’t know how to respond.

Whoosh!

With a swift motion, ’Young Master Sword’ Handmi Holland produced three gold tickets and handed them to the middle-aged man.

"Thirty thousand gold?"

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed.

He saw it very clearly, the three gold tickets handed over by Young Master Holland were denominated in tens of thousands.

"These seats close to the ’Prison Battle Arena’, due to their prime location, offer a great view... thus, a single seat is worth ten thousand gold coins," explained Alfonso Rowan, understanding Wyatt’s surprise.

"One seat, ten thousand gold?"

Wyatt laughed bitterly.

In this ’Prison Battle Arena’ of the Imperial City of Royal Country, gold and silver were absurdly cheap.

Just to watch a life-and-death battle, just for the seating fee, one had to spend ten thousand gold coins...

Ten thousand gold is equivalent to one million USD!

"Moreover, those who sit in the front row have the privilege to participate in the ’Prison Battle’ first," added Young Master Holland.

As Wyatt and his companions sat down, the Fierce Beast in the prison battlefield had already left.

A stern-faced slave bearing a brand entered the ’Prison Battle Arena’ under the guidance of an old man.

"This slave is a Seventh-Order ’Original Infant Realm’... Are there any guests interested in challenging him?"

The old man hovered above the slave, his voice imbued with Origin Force and echoed far away, "If any guest can kill him, they will receive our arena’s reward of five hundred thousand gold!"

Five hundred thousand gold!

Immediately, a commotion ensued among the spectators.

Five hundred thousand gold, the incentive was quite substantial.

"Wyatt, if you were tasked to go down to the arena and fight a ’slave’ or a ’Demon Beast’ of equal level... which would you choose?" Alfonso Rowan asked Wyatt.

"Demon Beast!"

Wyatt responded without any hesitation.

Alfonso Rowan turned to Young Master Holland, "Young Master Sword, how about you?"

"Also, the Demon Beast."

Youth Master Holland responded without hesitation, then slowly explained: "Although slaves do not use spiritual weapons and tend to be less threatening compared to Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts of the same level... But, regardless of how strong, Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts are still beasts! Even if they develop spiritual intelligence, they are still far from matching humans."

"Therefore, generally speaking... slaves, who far surpass Fierce Beasts and Demon Beasts in their will to survive, often can unleash incredible potential at the brink of death and mount a counterattack!"

"In the Prison Battle Arena, I’ve witnessed too many of such scenes. Among equivalent-level Fierce Beasts, Demon Beasts, and slaves, the latter are far more terrifying!"

When Young Master Holland finished speaking, he was quite emotional.

"My thoughts are the same as yours."

Alfonso Rowan laughed, then turned to Wyatt, "Wyatt, you must think the same, right?"

Under the gaze of both men, Wyatt shook his head.

"No?"

Alfonso and Young Master Holland were taken aback.

"No."

Wyatt nodded, then sighed, "I would not choose the slave, not because they can unleash tremendous potential at the brink of death... but because they are ’people’!"

People!

Just like him, made of flesh and blood.

"People?"

Alfonso and Young Master Holland fell silent.

"These slaves, although they have no human rights, they are still ’people’... our own kind!"

Wyatt continued to speak.

Meanwhile, Wyatt’s gaze grew distant.

He suddenly felt.

Compared to his past life, he really had changed a lot.

In his past life, many times, he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, he was ruthlessly efficient.

But today, he had changed.

The present him, compared to his past self, was almost like a completely different person.

In his past life, he was decisive, regardless of right or wrong.

In this life, unless absolutely necessary, he would not harm innocent people in his actions.

Put simply, he had become more ’human.’.

This was a change in mindset.

Perhaps, even Wyatt himself didn’t know.

In this life, ever since he came to this world, he had been gradually changing...

And all these changes were influenced by the people around him.

In this life, he had parents, a fiancé, many brothers, friends...

He was no longer alone, as he was in his previous life.

"What a compassionate fellow... I really didn’t expect to find someone so sympathetic in the ’Prison Battle Arena’. Ridiculous!"

A grating voice reached Wyatt and his companions.

Following this, a young man in brocade attire, surrounded by an old man, took a seat not far from Wyatt and his companions.

The condescending remarks were made by that young man in brocade attire.

"If you’re really so compassionate, why are you here to watch slaves fight each other? Hypocrite!"

The brocade-clad young man’s tone was as offensive as it could get.

Wyatt furrowed his brows, too indifferent to engage the man.

The frowning faces of Alfonso Rowan and Young Master Holland relaxed when they saw no reaction from Wyatt.

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