The Gladiatorial Battle Begins!

The next day.

The Gladiator Arena remained packed.

Although the Red Wind Queen doesn't appear every day, for the Sakaar People living in the Imperial Capital, watching other slaves for amusement is still a thrilling experience.

Needless to say, His Majesty the Red King has already indicated that there will be two extraordinary contestants today.

One of them was of extraordinary status, while the other was foolish enough to actually want to Champion Challenge.

How could they possibly miss such a great show?

Although, according to the normal procedure, the challenger should have to wait until at least the third day to see the Red Wind Queen.

But they couldn't wait until the third day to come and see what was going on, because who knew where that idiot would die?

Before the competition begins, everyone participating needs to tidy up their appearance.

They had to put on armor and take up weapons, because there was no fun in simply slaughtering.

At that moment, Loki was pressed into a chair, and a hunched old man walked out, swinging a mechanical arm. With a flick of his wrist, the machine on the mechanical arm unfolded, and all sorts of scissors and razors began to operate, making Loki feel uneasy.

"What do you want to do!" His voice became sharp and trembling.

"Don't move, my hands aren't as steady as they used to be."

"I swear in Odin's name, you won't cut my hair! Wait, I beg you..." Loki shouted.

But Li Fashi turned a deaf ear.

A moment later, a short-haired Loki was freshly made.

Loki seemed to have lost all hope and was utterly dejected. He had to admit that all the blows he had suffered during this time—being brutally beaten by the Four Arms, being sent to Sakaar, having his collarbone pierced—were nothing compared to what happened today.

Because his once flowing, beautiful hair was gone.

"That idiot Thor will laugh me to death..."

"Thor, who is that? Another prince?"

The Red King walked over, heard Loki's mutterings, and sneered, "No wonder you've fallen to this state; you're just a pathetic loser who failed in the struggle for the throne."

Upon hearing this, Loki immediately looked at him.

But that look displeased the Red King, and he pressed the controller without hesitation, causing the neurotoxin to immediately take effect in Loki's body.

"Stop looking at me like that, you bastard! I still prefer the way you looked yesterday."

He kicked Loki, then half-squatted down, looked at the gritting Loki, and said contemptuously, "Look at your pathetic state. You've lost your throne and been exiled here to become my slave. What right do you have to look me in the eye?"

Loki did not respond.

The Red King continued, "The prince of the Asgardian... Ha, what a piece of trash! Compared to me, who killed my father and seized the throne, you are far inferior."

"You killed your father?"

Upon hearing this, Loki finally reacted. He looked up in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear and anger. But more than anything, Loki thought of himself.

He originally wanted his father to kill another father.

"Just an old man who's asking for death," Red King said nonchalantly. "What, you're not so weak as to not dare lay a hand on your brothers and father? How laughable!"

The Red King chuckled and shook his head; he now seemed to understand why Loki had appeared on Sakaar.

Loki remained silent.

He suddenly realized how much he resembled the king of Sakaar before him, except that the other had succeeded while he had failed.

But looking at the other person's current state, Loki wondered if he would have ended up like this if his original plan had succeeded.

He didn't know.

He didn't even know if he truly had the courage to kill Odin and Thor.

"Coward, no wonder you were banished to Sakaar. How pathetic." The Red King shook his head, not out of pity for Loki, but simply because he found him laughable. "You're only fit to grovel before me."

He found it somewhat boring.

He derives no more pleasure from enslaving a weak, defeated prince than from enslaving others. Even walking this dog around doesn't make him feel superior.

He no longer intended to keep Loki.

Red King turned and left.

He returned to the Totem Tower to await the start of the match.

A dramatic scene awaits the prince's tragic end.

He sat proudly on his golden throne, one hand supporting his cheek, while two maids of unknown race fanned him with enormous fans.

Given the technology of Sakaar, such an ancient method of heat dissipation would be unnecessary, but how else could he demonstrate his power?

Standing beside these maids was Caiera.

This most powerful woman of the Shadow People was like a gray slab of stone, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Because such days are all too common. On Sakaar, bloody battles take place every single day.

Countless soldiers die here every day.

But in her opinion, this was already good enough; at least these Kinetic Energy the Red King to focus most of his energy on them, rather than starting wars everywhere.

At that moment, Princess Looma walked over in this direction.

Upon seeing her, Caiera immediately greeted her, "Looma, what brings you here?"

"I heard someone is planning Champion Challenge, so I came to check it out," Princess Looma said expectantly.

For a long time, she had no interest in those who Champion Challenge, because they were just clueless fools who had no strength to warrant her attention.

But her fight Tianhe Bill yesterday gave her renewed hope.

A formidable opponent—that's what she craves.

"Then you'll be disappointed, Looma." The Red King sat in his chair, then turned his head and said obsequiously, "This time the challenger is a skinny lad; you could probably break his bones with a single breath."

Then, he turned to the servants beside him and said coldly, "Hurry up and bring another chair. Do you expect me, the esteemed Red Wind Queen, to stand and watch the match?!"

The maids were startled and immediately knelt down to kowtow. At the same time, they brought over another luxurious chair and placed it next to the Red King.

Seeing this, the Red King finally smiled slightly, "Come and sit down, Looma!"

"Your behavior disgusts me, Anmo Yashan." Looma glanced at him; her four eyes had no pupils, only yellow whites, but her gaze was still full of contempt.

Clearly, the Red King's feigned gentlemanly demeanor was not a plus in Looma's eyes.

She walked straight to Caiera, crossed her arms, and stood ramrod straight.

Looma and Caiera actually have a very good relationship, not for any other reason than that Caiera is the warrior she has chosen.

This Shadow People woman possesses powerful, Old Power and is capable of fighting alongside Looma.

Unfortunately, Caiera doesn't like fighting.

Ignored by Looma, the Red King's expression instantly turned ferocious, and his gaze towards Looma's back was filled with malice.