Bearing the Burden of Fate

Only then did Lu Yu take a proper look. Behind the iron bars stood a group of people wrapped in bandages. Every one of them was seriously wounded—some had bandages around their heads, others around their bodies, and some were covered in bandages from head to toe.

"We are prisoner gladiators. If Rebecca keeps fighting like us, she'll sooner or later be brutally killed in the arena. And all because she slightly defied Doflamingo's orders," said one of the prisoner gladiators behind the iron bars.

"Although the king says we can regain our freedom after winning a thousand matches, no matter how strong you are, you'll die after a hundred bloody battles. Those who try to escape this place cannot escape the fate of being shot to death either. We have nowhere to run. Ten years ago, before Doflamingo became king, gladiators did not fight each other to the death like this. The country he rules is filled with extreme light and darkness."

At that moment, Rebecca, who stood nearby with her exquisite figure, smooth skin, and graceful curves, lay on the ground and turned her head toward Lu Yu.

"In today's tournament, I have to win by any means necessary. Then, with the power of the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'll bring down Doflamingo." As she spoke, Rebecca excitedly raised her head. Then she lay back down and said, "I heard that Soldier will lead an army today to challenge Doflamingo to a decisive battle in order to free us. He intends to stake his life on destroying this country." Rebecca panted continuously in agitation, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

Seeing Rebecca's restrained expression and the tears she was holding back, Lu Yu's heart ached as well. When a beauty wept, a hero ought to lend her his