Zhao Si walked farther and farther, heading straight into the pitch-black canyon. Starlight and moonlight could barely reach this place. He turned around and said, "Gentlemen, what do you want?"
When he turned, he saw five fully equipped fighters. They carried weapons such as great hammers, caestuses, and axes, and stood in a line, looking very much as though they intended to surround him.
"Someone paid a high price for us to take off your arms and legs," said the fighter carrying a great hammer over his shoulder. "Don't worry. They didn't pay for your life."
"Oh, so this is fighting outside the Colosseum, right?" Zhao Si brushed his eyebrow with his left pinky while reaching behind his back with his right hand.
The fighter smiled. "Good, you understand."
Zhao Si smiled too, shaking his head as he did. "I find this pretty interesting. You all saw today's fights in the Colosseum, didn't you? Who gave you the nerve to come after me? Are you NPCs really that brainless? You don't even consider that you might live to collect the money but not to spend it?"
It was like a max-level powerhouse still getting stopped on the road by level-one bandits. Far too dull.
The fighter clearly hadn't considered that, but he remained defiant. "We saw. So what? You've been fighting all day. You must be exhausted by now. If we gang up on you now, you might not be able to beat us!"
The other fighters chimed in. "That's right. We've got plenty of experience."
That exchange exposed their ignorance of the fact that Zhao Si had spent half the day lying down, not to mention that Helena had helped restore his condition.
"So there's no talking this out, then." As Zhao Si spread his hands, a long box