Endless Sword Domain

Time rewinds to half an hour ago.

After Lin Yuan simply treated his wounds and ensured they wouldn't affect the fight,

he immediately led the people to the armory.

He chose a fist blade and connected it directly to his wrist through forging.

Lin Yuan's actions completely conquered this group of unruly individuals.

These people began to follow suit.

For a time, the area around the forge was filled with the smell of roasting flesh.

"Kill everyone outside, and we'll feast on meat and drink large bowls of wine!" Lin Yuan raised his fist blade and shouted.

"From now on, we are no longer slaves."

"We are free!"

"We are the Broken Hand Legion!"

Everyone simultaneously raised the weapons in their right hands and cheered loudly,

"Broken Hand Legion!"

"Broken Hand Legion!"

"Broken Hand Legion!"

Lin Yuan held his fist blade level, pointing toward the area where the beasts were imprisoned.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Now, we must unite all our strength."

Alex and the group of fierce men charged ahead.

They easily dismantled the Imperial Soldiers guarding the fierce beasts.

Lin Yuan stood before the Dungeon gate where the fierce beasts were imprisoned.

He asked the Blue Dragon, which was like a small mountain,

"Do you want freedom?"

"Freedom." The Blue Dragon half-opened its eyes. "Is your so-called freedom submitting to you and helping you resist the Imperial Army?"

"Then I would rather stay here."

"You don't need to submit to anyone." Lin Yuan displayed his fist blade.

"Standing before you is a group of people fighting for freedom."

"A Dragon should soar in the sky, not be trapped in this damp Dungeon."

"Have you forgotten the last time you flew freely?"

"Tell me, do you choose to continue cowardly cowering in a sunless Dungeon, or follow us and fight your way out."

"Tear apart all those nobles who treat us as slaves and playthings."

"Answer me!"

The Blue Dragon fully opened its eyes,

staring intently at the fist blade on Lin Yuan's right wrist, which was already connected to his flesh and blood.

"Isn't it good enough just to live?"

The Blue Dragon was once unruly, but the methods of the Imperial Beast Tamer made him suffer immensely.

In the end, he succumbed to reality.

He no longer had the courage to resist.

Lin Yuan looked up and said resolutely,

"Give me liberty, or give me death!"

As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, hundreds of people behind him shouted simultaneously,

"Give me liberty, or give me death!"

The sound was deafening, and the momentum was terrifying.

Under this powerful momentum, the Blue Dragon involuntarily took two steps back.

Immediately, the desire for freedom reignited in its eyes.

The spark of freedom had never vanished,

it just wasn't burning brightly enough.

Lin Yuan's actions were like a bundle of high explosives,

igniting the desire for freedom in everyone's hearts.

The Blue Dragon lowered its noble head. "I am willing to be commanded by you, Excellency."

"Alex, cut their chains."

Alex held a Golden War Sword in his hand.

This was the sharpest weapon in the Gladiator Arena's armory.

Alex's strength, combined with the weapon's enhancement,

was enough to sever the special chains binding the Blue Dragon.

All the chains on the fierce beasts were severed.

Lin Yuan glanced around, chose a Ground Dragon, and jumped onto its back.

Coincidentally,

if this incident hadn't happened today,

Lin Yuan's opponent tomorrow would have been this very Ground Dragon.

At that time, Lin Yuan would certainly have perished in the Ground Dragon's mouth.

But when Lin Yuan resolutely severed his own wrist,

predetermined fate had become unpredictable.

Lin Yuan sat on the Ground Dragon's back, his fist blade extended straight forward.

"Comrades, the path to freedom is ahead. Let's fight our way out."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The anger suppressed for countless years,

was ignited by Lin Yuan.

This fury was enough to burn down the entire Lionheart Arena.

When Lin Yuan led the Broken Hand Legion to appear openly before everyone,

the entire Arena fell silent.

The Imperial Soldiers responsible for guarding the Arena panicked.

They couldn't quite believe how these slaves locked in the Dungeon had managed to escape.

"Weren't their right hands bound by chains made of Evergold? How could they possibly escape!"

"Wait, look at their right hands!"

"Every single one of them severed their own right hand!"

A soldier shouted in disbelief.

Following the soldier's reminder,

the other Imperial Soldiers all noticed the situation.

Everyone gasped sharply.

What kind of madness was this?

If it were just one or two, it might be fine,

but over seven hundred Gladiators before them had all severed their right hands.

It was simply unbelievable.

Could someone have forced them to do this?

It absolutely couldn't have been voluntary!

Impossible!

The Imperial Soldiers dared not imagine,

if it were voluntary,

then,

how terrifying must a person be to make so many unruly Gladiators willingly sever their right hands.

Lin Yuan patted the Ground Dragon, and the Ground Dragon stopped.

He stood up and looked around.

The nobles in the stands had lost their usual maniacal smiles.

Their eyes revealed fear,

and panic.

They were scared.

Lin Yuan smiled.

He raised his right hand, the fist blade pointing toward the sky.

Without needing to speak,

the crowd behind him surged like a tide toward the defensive line formed by the Imperial Soldiers opposite.

Every single Gladiator was immensely strong.

Although they had never fought in large-scale wars,

their combat instincts allowed them to know how to gain the greatest advantage with the least damage.

The fierce beasts led the Charge,

with the Gladiators interspersed among them.

It was a magical version of infantry-tank coordination.

The Imperial Soldiers' defensive line collapsed instantly,

and they were routed, abandoning their armor and weapons.

The Elf Shadow Dancer and the Viking Pirate, who had been fighting each other tooth and nail moments before, looked at each other.

"Are we still fighting?"

"Fight, let's fucking fight."

The Viking Female Pirate raised an eyebrow, grabbed her weapon, and joined Lin Yuan's ranks.

The Shadow Dancer had the same idea.

Activating Shadow Step, he instantly appeared behind an Imperial Soldier.

A sharp Dagger plunged straight into the soldier's neck.

Instant kill!

I couldn't cut a Viking's throat, but I can certainly cut yours.

The Gladiators displayed great prowess,

and the Imperial Soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.

A lion's head formed of thunder materialized in the sky.

The ruler of the Arena had made his move.

Thunder Lion Patton.

When Lin Yuan charged into the Arena,

Patton had already been preparing his killer move.

He was waiting for this exact moment.

"Swift Thunder!"

"Blessing of Thunder!"

"Thunder God Descent!"

"Endless Thunder!"

"Now, all of you die!"

Instantly,

only Patton's roar remained between heaven and earth.

In this moment,

Patton seemed to have transformed into the legendary God of Thunder,

executing heavenly punishment,

annihilating all enemies who dared to resist.

Dense, blue lightning appeared above the Arena.

Patton intended for this strike to destroy the Arena along with everyone in it.

The nobles' expressions changed drastically.

They had thought Thunder Lion Patton appeared to rescue them,

but he intended to kill them all.

Lin Yuan looked up at the countless bolts of thunder.

"Alex, it's up to you."

Alex had been waiting for this moment.

"Listen, to the sound of extinction, of absolute silence!"

"Endless Sword Domain, open!"