Chapter 296 – Underground Arena (3)
A desolate slum where no moonlight penetrates.
A man is running away in a hurry.
Heo-eok, heo-eok- Fuck hair- Bastards…! You didn’t tell me you were such a guy…!
The sweaty man’s face was just dirty. His face was black with dust, and blood dripped from his nose. Saliva drips from his teeth as he gasps for rough breath.
“Hey.”
Heh heh heh-!
The man snapped at the sound of a voice behind him.
The man, who had fallen in a puddle filled with filth, barely got up from his feet on the floor.
He drew a knife from his waistband and aimed it at someone approaching from behind.
“You bastard, you bastard! Don’t come-! Don’t come!”
The man brandished his sword and threatened, but to no avail.
A man appeared in the darkness where not a single moonlight shone.
He was one head taller than others and had broad shoulders. Her man pulled back the hood that was covering her face.
An ashen-white face was exposed under the light of a bonfire. He had black hair and a handsome face that made him look like a girl.
The man looked around her with a sad face. The slobbers who were fucking like dogs smelled the blood and all of them hid somewhere. There was no one on this street now.
Except for these two.
“You guys, who sent it?”
“Chi-haircut, Ma, will you save me if I tell you?”
A man who trembles the tip of his sword at the man’s question. Her man pouted.
“No.”
The man got up from his seat while spitting out a fuck-fucking curse.
“Then, don’t teach me either, damn it!”
“Obviously, what. It must be one of the managers of the arena. Did I say I made too much money? How much will you give me if you kill me?”
The man’s eyes trembled. His eyes asked how he knew.
The man shrugged her shoulders and approached the man dragging the tip of her knife.
The blade, which had already decapitated three or four people and had warm drops of blood on it, cut through the pale moonlight and decapitated the man.
Duk-Duk-Degur-
The black-haired man- Seo-joon spat into the man’s bluish-brown chest and spat it out.
He wiped off the blood on the knife and unbuttoned his pants.
I was on the verge of bursting my pee – well done.
Seo-joon urinated on the cob.
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Several days have passed since I first visited the underground arena.
“The winner is- champion ahhh Keshaaaaa champion! Kesha’s spear of death pierces Boulderfist Gilliam’s head-! Ahhh-! Keshaaaaa champs who are solidifying their place as champions today! Cheers-! This is our-champion-!”
Thunder-like cheers pour into the voice of the windman shouting at the top of his voice.
Kesha-! Kesha-! Kesha-!
The spearman raised the spearhead high. On the window sill hung the cobweb of a man who had fallen and died. Drops of blood dripped from the severed head.
The crowd who saw it and howled for his uvula to be seen.
“Get your dividend here.”
Seo-joon received a money bag from the gambler. He waved his hand up and down to check the amount by weight.
“A couple of fairy tales are empty.”
“…I can’t do that.”
“Should I count now?”
As Seo-jun pouted, the gambler’s eyebrows trembled.
“…My kids must have taken a few by mistake. Here you are.”
The gambler with a long beard glared at Seo-joon with his eyes narrowed – and held out two more fairy tales.
Seo-joon put it in his money bag and tied the entrance tightly.
The gambler turned around and mumbled. I vaguely hear the words, “I like the feeling of a baby…”
Seo-joon smiled crookedly and glanced down under his wooden fence.
Kesha, a spearman who proudly walks around carrying the heads of the dead.
When Kesha came on stage, she bet all on Kesha, and when Ian came on stage, she bet all on Ian. Of course I got them all In Seo-jun’s eyes, there was no one who could defeat Kesha in this crude underground arena.
I wouldn’t know if that bitch was involved in match fixing, but she wasn’t a great person.
Oh, by the way, that was a woman.
Seo-joon had met Ian in the fighting room a few times before. He had only seen his body with his armor removed, but judging from the curves of his body, he was a bare-chested girl.
He was pretending to be a man and wielding a spear in the underground arena. I wondered what his face would be like. That bitch never took off his helmet even though he was sweating profusely.
With a little excitement, Seo-joon went down the curved stairs.
In front of the waiting room, arena managers were checking the number of people who died and those who survived. He pays the victors in the battle, and finds a place for the losers.
Those who received the money were happy and happy, while those who did not receive the money were dumped and piled on top of the cart.
“Ah, brother…!”
The guy sees Seo-jun and shakes his hand.
As Seo-joon approached, a manager with a messy beard caak- twee-! And spit out sticky saliva. That guy, that guy- I’m staring openly like I’m going to beat him to death.
I heard that guy, after betting a large amount of money on Ian’s partner, ended up eating it all up-, in fact, there weren’t a couple of guys like that here.
Perhaps one of them commissioned the assassination of Seo-jun. It was worth it. Since the damage would not be the only one, he must have wanted to steal Seo-jun’s neck and steal the money.
Ian’s record so far is 5 wins and 5 undefeated.
Half of the guys who made fun of Ian when they first saw him, calling him a kid, were dead. Even without using any mana.
That’s how the gossip is shattered, and a new face creeps into the arena every day.
Mercenaries who have lost their way to earn money, murderers who want to see blood, and slaves who shined a lot of money in the arena.
Most of the dogs will die.
“Keuu-, it’s very heavy, like my balls!”
Hehe, let’s go out and have a beer.”
The fighters who received the money leave the arena one by one. All of them seemed to have heavy money bags, but they would probably come back after a few days.
After repeating it, at some point, it becomes a handful of blood. It was a place where only such low-class people gathered, this place.
As Seo-Jun enters the waiting room, Kesha, a spearman wearing armor, glances at Seo-Jun.
His mask is down, so his face is not visible at all. All I can see is blue eyes.
“Good work.”
When Seo-joon tapped Ian’s shoulder, he smiled whitely.
The guy with drops of sweat dripping from his golden hair didn’t look good.
Ian-eun was being cursed at by the crowd throughout the game.
The reason is because you don’t see unnecessary blood. During Ian’s five fights – he didn’t kill a single person. 모두 팔다리를 베어 무력화시키는 데에서 그쳤다.
처음엔 무시하는 거냐고- 아득바득 깝치던 투사들도, 다들 목숨 아까운 줄은 알아서 살려주면 그런가보다- 했다.
Of course, from the point of view of the onlookers, it must be crazy and jumping up and down.
그놈에게 전 재산을 걸었다가 날려 먹게 됐는데-, 그놈이 비명을 지르며 죽어가는 꼴은 봐야 직성이 풀리지 않겠느냔 말이었다.
그런 의미에서 이안은 명실상부 최악의 투사였다.
그리고 그걸 투기장의 관리자들도 알고 있었다.
해서 요 며칠 이안을 죽이려고 부러 실력 있는 투사들을 붙여줬다. 심지어 오늘은 굶주린 호랑이를 굴에 집어넣었다. 관중 대다수가 이안이 죽기를 바라고 있었던지라- 함성소리는 제법 대단했다.
그리고 오늘도-, 서준은 거금을 벌었고.
“쓰읍- 밤길 조심해라, 기생오라비.”
방금까지 서준을 노려보던 관리자가 들릴 듯 말듯한 목소리로 중얼거리곤 자리를 떠났다.
…Is that guy-? 저런 말을 하는 걸 보니 저놈이구나- 싶었다.
서준은 놈의 뒤통수를 흘긋 바라보았다.
“형, 이제 갈까요?”
“Oh yeah. I have to go.”
이안이 땀을 후두둑- 떨어뜨리며 자리에서 일어났다.
“Are you feeling okay? Any injuries?”
“Yes, I am fine.”
The guy laughs
조금 지쳐보이긴 했지만- 서준이 수련을 봐줄 때보다 훨씬 나았다.
호랑이라고 해봐야 마수도 아니었고, 그저 커다란 고양이 새끼나 마찬가지였다. 마나를 일으키지 않아서 조금 고전하는 듯 보였지만
이안이 자리에서 일어나기가 무섭게 누군가 두 사람에게 한걸음 다가왔다.
“Hey.”
듣기 좋은 미성에 시선이 쏟아진다. 목소리 한번 낸 적이 없었던 이가 입을 열었으니 다들 주목하는 것도 당연했다.
“까만 머리, 댁이랑 한번 붙어보고 싶은데.”
지하 투기장의 챔피언 케샤가 면갑 너머로 서준을 노려보고 있었다.
“`
Again and again –
긴 흑색의 머리칼을 한데 묶은 여자가 구둣발을 옮기고 있다.
새하얀 피부에 붓질해놓은 듯 진한 눈썹. 그리고 보옥을 박아 넣은 듯 파아란 눈동자.
마탑의 꽃이라 불리는 오드리 이베트였다.
막 회의가 끝난 터라 장엄한 홀에서 위원들이 하나둘 회의장을 나오고 있었다.
사람들의 눈이 그녀에게 틀어박힌다. 남녀노소를 구분할 것이 없었다.
빛이 난다는 말로도 부족했다. 평소엔 멀리하던 분을 칠하고- 입가에 연지를 바른 그녀의 모습은 가히 천상 선녀가 따로 없었다.
거기다 얼굴을 제외하곤 살결을 드러내는 법이 없던 그녀가 허벅지까지 오는 짧은 치마를 입고 있었다.
질척하게 성욕이 가라앉은 사내들의 눈. 그녀의 다리를 시간하는 눈동자. 꿀꺽- 침을 삼키는 목울대.
그런 오드리를 마주한 사내들은 ‘마탑의 꽃’이라는 이름이 허명은 아니구나- 하고 생각했다.
“Oh, Professor Audrey…! Heh heh, I have a piece of chocolate that I brought from Senggelteng this time, but I don’t know…”
Like a bee attracted to a flower soaked in honey, the men’s eyes were twisted. One of the men, ignorant of the subject, pushed her snout to suck the honey.
It was the upper part of the Weychelles who flirted with Audrey Yvette every day.
People who make faces saying that bastard is like that again. That fat man’s flirtatiousness should be pretty— to the extent that no one knew about it anymore.
But the answer that came out of Audrey Yvette’s mouth was quite unexpected.
“Please.”
“···Yes?”
Please note-.
Audrey raised the corner of his mouth. Everyone who passed by smiled at the smile on his face. Audrey snatched the chocolate from the top of the bishell that had hardened on the spot and peeled it to a crisp.
Then, he parted his lips and said, “Aom” And put it in his mouth.
She sticks out her tongue and licks her lips.
As she went back behind her and disappeared-what did you see… Everyone drew on her bewildered face.
