When Kirk defeated [God of War] yet again, Andinus could no longer sit still.
The kid had beaten two [Gods of War], one [Elite Gladiator], and one ordinary [gladiator] in a row all by himself. He'd even killed a terrifying shapeshifting demon from their side. And he was still full of energy, jumping around as lively as ever. Was he even human?
The kid was only the thirteenth fighter the other side had sent out. There were still seventeen more to come, while Andinus's side had only eleven left. Although they still had more Gods of War, their opponents had taken complete control of the match's pace. His own side's morale was also being suppressed.
After thinking it over, Andinus stood up with a broad smile. "Esteemed Legion Commander Grebo, Consul, Tribune, and members of the jury, we've enjoyed a perfect day of gladiatorial combat! I'm sure Dionysus is delighted! Everyone must be tired after such a long evening, and I don't want this brave warrior to fall from exhaustion—that would hardly be a fair victory! I propose that we resume the games tomorrow morning, at sunrise!"
Grebo and the others began to confer. The Dionysia Festival usually lasted several days, and with such a large-scale event, it was common for the games to stretch on for days. When they asked Bartitas for his opinion, he smugly made a few snide remarks at Andinus's expense, then readily agreed to the proposal: take the rest of the day off and resume the fighting tomorrow morning.
Kirk collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Little Fatty rushed in. "Big bro, you were amazing today! You took on five people in a row!"
Kirk smiled. "Didn't you take on seven in a row yourself?"
Little Fatty rubbed his hair. "Mine was too easy. It doesn't