This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. The gladiators watched their leader's retreating figure, feeling somewhat at a loss. They could not understand why their leader was leaving. Clearly, there were enemies worthy of a fight right in front of them, yet their leader was walking away without the slightest hesitation.
Inside the private box, the nobles wore similar expressions. A wicked smile appeared on Prisia's face—he was certain! He was entirely convinced that this gladiator before him was no ordinary fighter. What, then, was his true identity hidden beneath that demonic skin? He was truly curious...
Even Mr. Ulysses in the main seat showed a trace of surprise. Such an action simply did not fit what a gladiator should do. My dear Mr. Roland, aren't you afraid that the skin you wear will be torn off, exposing your true identity?
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