Gifts

Seeing Yang Bo being so fierce, the spectators in the stands screamed one after another. Even though they had lost money, it was just too thrilling.

Yang Bo's status as a hereditary noble made it even more exciting for them.

The gladiators watching from the back saw how ferocious Yang Bo was and had no desire to take the field.

But when they heard Yang Bo call for three people to come at him together, many of them were tempted.

Yang Bo really was in a bad mood right now. He had rolled trash skills twice in a row.

Although Yang Bo was highly proficient in Blade Skill and swordsmanship, Bart was not.

Besides, with this brute-force fighting style, no one could discern the trajectory of his moves.

That was why Yang Bo would not use Blade Skill or swordsmanship at all. Big Data—and the clever people in this world—were not to be underestimated.

Although Blade Skill and swordsmanship were not especially useful in the Interstellar Era, reaching a high level still required talent.

If someone with no talent suddenly possessed master- or grandmaster-level Blade Skill or swordsmanship, it would definitely attract attention.

"Four. Didn't expect this place to be full of f*cking trash. All four of you, come at me together." Yang Bo gave off a crazed impression as he shouted those words.

Bart had always been somewhat unhinged in the past. It was also one of Bart's ways of protecting himself.

He had to let people know there was a viscount named Bart in the Altena Family.

It was all for fame. Sakolu was a genius and Bart's half-brother, so if things went wrong, Bart could easily suffer an accident or be stripped of his title.

Although he had the Old Ancestor, the Old Ancestor was already getting