“You’re quite bold!” Frostblade ignored Black Roffe’s words and continued to speak. “With so many SHADOW people present, you still dare to show up. I must say I admire your courage!”
“What… do you mean?” Hearing her words, Black Roffe was slightly stunned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
“A year ago, was it you who did the incident outside Earthford in the Southern District?” Frostblade spoke calmly.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Although I’ve traveled to many places in recent years, I’ve never been to Earthford.” Black Roffe said, his heart pounding.
“Is that true?” Frostblade sneered.
“A year ago, outside Earthford, the twin sisters were bullied and driven to suicide. At that time, the Southern District’s SHADOW was tasked to capture you, but you managed to escape. You shouldn’t have forgotten about that, right?”
“Hmm?” Black Roffe’s right eyelid twitched.
“Do you think that by disguising yourself at that time, no one could figure out that it was you?” Frostblade continued. “But little did you know, when you were evading SHADOW’s pursuit, the martial technique you used to escape had already exposed your identity.”
“SHADOW spent a year looking for you, and you had disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, you willingly showed up today!”
“W-Who are you?” Black Roffe had lost his previous composure.
“So you’re admitting to this?” Frostblade’s eyes were cold. “Do you surrender, or shall I send you on your way?”
“Humph!” Black Roffe steadied his emotions and declared loudly, “Senseless! I completely don’t understand what you’re talking about. Since you refuse to surrender, I’ll send you off the stage!”
After speaking, his aura instantly soared, revealing the strength of a Tier-two War Emperor.
Following that, he rushed towards Frostblade like a fierce beast, and a pair of palms swept out, sending forth violent gusts of energy.
“You’re overestimating yourself!” Frostblade said in a deep voice. Instead of retreating, she advanced. With a flick of her wrist, a blade beam shot out.
“A Half-step War God-Emperor?” Sensing Frostblade’s martial aura, Black Roffe’s pupils contracted. Without much time to think, he quickly dodged to the side.
However, with his cultivation, how could he evade Frostblade’s attack? While still in mid-air, the blade beam flashed past his right leg, severing it at the knee, and blood spurted out.
The competition only prohibited killing on the stage, not injuring. Therefore, Frostblade had no reservations.
“Ah…” Black Roffe screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.
Witnessing this scene, gasps of shock echoed from the surrounding audience stands. Due to the distance between the audience stands and the stage, combined with the fact that the conversation between Frostblade and Black Roffe wasn’t very loud, even the spectators in the front row couldn’t hear what they had said. Now, seeing Frostblade directly sever Black Roffe’s leg, they were shocked.
“What kind of person is she? She’s so ruthless!” A spectator commented.
“Don’t know her!” His companion shook his head. “I didn’t expect her to be so beautiful but so cruel!”
“If it weren’t for the rule that prohibits killing on the stage, I think she would have killed Black Roffe directly.” The man continued.
“…”
Many onlookers started discussing.
“Stinky bully, how dare you cripple my leg? I…” Black Roffe paused for a moment, then looked at Frostblade with a fierce expression.
Before he could finish speaking, Frostblade raised her hand and a powerful force swept into his abdomen, tearing his Dantian into pieces.
“Ah…” Black Roffe screamed in agony again.
“Do you want to know who I am?” Frostblade approached him and spoke calmly. “I’ll tell you now. I am Frostblade, the Provincial Governor of SHADOW’s Southern District!”
“What?!” Black Roffe’s face was full of horror.
Boom!
Afterwards, without further words, Frostblade, without wasting any time, slapped Black Roffe directly off the stage. After falling to the ground, he couldn’t get up for a long time.
“Inspector Hammond, execute him!” Frostblade then looked at Wally Hammond, who was standing guard beneath the stage.
“Received!” Wally responded and drew Crescent Moon Saber from his body, slashing it down.
“Spare me…” Black Roffe’s soul trembled.
Everything stopped abruptly. A head detached from his body and rolled to the side, blood spurting out. Once again, gasps of amazement filled the surroundings. Each and every one was full of shock.
“I know who she is now!” A spectator shouted, “She should be the Provincial Governor of SHADOW’s Southern District, Lady Frostblade!”
“Huh? It’s her?” Another person responded.
“No wonder! It seems that Black Roffe must have committed a major crime; otherwise, she wouldn’t have issued a kill order!”
“…”
The crowd started buzzing with discussions.
Shortly after, Frostblade greeted the main referee and stepped down from the stage. Returning to Billy and Stout, she briefly explained the situation with Black Roffe.
“I can’t believe he boldly participated in the competition. He’s asking for trouble!” Stout exclaimed with disbelief.
“He probably harbored some wishful thinking, thinking that SHADOW had no idea he was behind the incident a year ago.” Frostblade responded indifferently.
“Alright!” Stout shrugged his shoulders.
“Frostblade, notify the brothers from other districts to pay attention to the audience for any wanted criminals from SHADOW. If found, keep a close eye on them!” Billy instructed.
“Understood!” Frostblade nodded and took out her phone to make a call.
The arena competition continued.
After another half hour, it was Stout’s turn to step onto the stage. His opponent was a tall and slender sword-wielding woman who wore a proud expression on her face.
“Miss, you’re not my opponent. Surrender now, or else, if I accidentally hurt you later, I won’t feel good about it,” Stout said, looking at the woman.
As soon as he came up, Stout checked the opponent’s cultivation-she was a Novice War Emperor. Although her skill was passable among peers, she was a whole realm lower than Stout, so he wasn’t interested in fighting seriously.
“Humph!” The woman sneered. “How arrogant. How dare a fatty speak to me like that. I bet you’re tired of living! I’ll give you a chance. Leave immediately, or else, I won’t guarantee you’ll walk away later!”
“Uh… I was advising you kindly. Why don’t you listen?” Stout shrugged his shoulders. “Since that’s the case, let’s get started. I’ll try not to hurt your face. Otherwise, you might have trouble finding a husband in the future, and that would be a headache for me!”
“You scoundrel!” The woman chuckled and exclaimed, “Draw your sword!”
As the words fell, she raised her sword and charged forward with remarkable agility, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Her momentum soared to its peak, and the sharp blade in her hand unleashed several sword rays, attacking Stout. From her posture, it was evident that she intended to finish Stout off in a single round.