Fangsheng and the gladiators looked toward the source of the noise. The somewhat eccentric Fangsheng thought to himself that such a grandiose entrance clearly belonged to no ordinary person. Yet why was it that every time he was on a mission, he got slapped in the face so easily? Ulysses, did you have something to do with this?!
The gladiators' eyes filled with excitement. They had only one desire: that the newcomer brought a large force so they could once again taste the joy of battle. If there was only one person, they wouldn't all get to enjoy it and would simply have to leave this fellow to their boss.
As servants of the Blood God, they possessed their own pride; they disdained the idea of a mob ganging up on a single man.
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