Duel Cage Prelude!
Endurance, Duel Cage.
Half an hour earlier.
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In the vast hall, three Duel Cages stood side by side.
Unlike the clearly divided sides of the past, the crowd was packed disorderly beneath the middle Duel Cage. Yet aside from scattered footsteps, there was no sound at all.
At the center of the crowd, two men faced off.
The man on the right was pale, his skin bearing an unnatural texture, as if it had been corroded by poisonous gas for years. The man on the left looked vicious, huge scars gnawing across his exposed skin.
"Old bastard, you know you're about to be eliminated, and you're still this arrogant?"
[Chicks who can't even speak Gothic should stay obediently on your pathetic little planet.]
Neither understood the other's language, but from their expressions and tones, both realized the other was insulting them.
Among the crowd, those who understood the other language had already begun to stir.
"That old bastard is insulting Barbarus! Joezer, beat him!!"
[Corinna, those furry brats are desecrating the Legion's honor!]
The initial cause of the conflict had long been forgotten by the enraged crowd. Compared to the people of Barbarus, the Terrans appeared more restrained.
But among the Terrans, several old veterans wore murderous expressions, only to be quietly reminded by those standing beside them.
The undercurrent within the Legion, hidden beneath the glacier, finally burst forth at this moment—
The people of Barbarus had long been fed up with those so-called Terran rules. Some ill-intentioned veterans deliberately tripped them up during training.
The Terrans looked down on these arrogant Barbarus recruits. Brats who had never even seen an interstellar battlefield were strutting around here with their heads held high?
But what the veterans truly could not swallow was that grudge in their