Your two powerful hearts pounded violently within your chest.
Forced by the situation, your eyes had turned blood-red as well.
You slowly raised the massive axe clenched in your palm, as though it would come crashing down upon Onomamos the very next second!
"Angron, I detected that several dozen members of the High Riders' Praetorian Guard have prepared to attack. Whether you kill your friend or not, they will likely make trouble for you... Sorry, this was my mistake. I failed to notice their movements in advance!"
The mechanical voice of the Abominable Intelligence rapidly sounded beside your ear, then vanished in an instant.
You drew a deep breath.
You abruptly turned the massive axe in your hand, its cold blade covered in fine serrated marks pointing toward the stands where the High Rider Thor sat.
"You are nothing but a pack of cowardly weaklings! Rather than making me fight Gladiators, why don't you High Riders come down here and face me yourselves?" With your head held high, you issued a Gladiator's challenge to the High Riders above!
Yet the High Riders, who seemed utterly uninterested, could not help but let out low laughter.
Thor slightly shook his fat, blond head and once again shouted loudly to the countless surrounding spectators.
"Look, everyone! A lowly stray dog actually dares to dream of making us noble High Riders step onto the ground of slaves!"
"Heh heh, Angron, you are nothing but a dog. You were born to bleed and entertain us superior people! Your life is worthless in our eyes. Even if you become Nuceria's King of the Gladiators, it means nothing!"
"Because you are a dog, and a house dog that no longer obeys its master must be harshly disciplined until it learns obedience again!"
"So, my fair and just