Chapter 342: A Gift From A Friend
In the stands, the crowd shouted and cheered as the Tuscans advanced mercilessly toward the cornered witch.
Certainly, a majority of the common people wanted to see Heila overcome impossible odds yet again. Already, she had defeated forty men in a series of increasingly lopsided matches that pitted some of the most capable of High Fen City’s gladiators against the witch from the Vale of Mists.
Only the most revered champions had refused to take to the sands, believing it would stain their honor to participate in a match that was so unfavorable to their opponent, though a few of them had begun to hope that Heila might entertain a proper challenge for single combat if she survived this ordeal.
A small number of residents in High Fen City had taken the chance to bet against the outsider who had, in their minds, humiliated many of the city’s most famed gladiators. Seeing Ipiktok’s unrelenting advance, they raised their voices and called out for blood!
"Spill her blood!"
"Crush the witch!"
"Tuscan! Tuscan! Tuscan!"
In his private box, sweat poured from Yotsun’s brow as the silver-haired merchant gripped the railing with white knuckles. He had already spent more on these Tuscan warriors than he had spent on everyone else he hired to take down the diminutive witch and seeing six of them fall without so much as swinging a weapon made his blood boil and his stomach churn.
"What’s the matter, old friend," a serpentine merchant wearing expensive silks said as he slapped the shorter, horned merchant on the shoulder. "It couldn’t be that you think your mercenaries will lose, could it? Weren’t you just boasting to us that you’d treat everyone else in this box to a revitalizing potion brewed by ’your witch’ once these Tuscans defeated her?"