Blood Assimilation

As soon as Randy realized the crucial point to integrating his temporary attributes into his body, he felt extremely excited. Then, his gaze unconsciously swept through everyone on the stage with a wide smile, causing them to feel that something was strange about Randy's sudden change of expression.

'Is he really a masochist? If so, then it would make sense why he had the audacity to challenge all of them together.' The Gladiators on the stage all silently thought at the same time.

Randy didn't care what they were thinking and immediately beckoned: "Bring it on! Attack together!"

The Gladiators snapped out of their confusion. They angrily and aggressively sprinted toward him.

"Arrogant bastard! Everyone! Beat him up!"

"Scratch— I mean, thrash him!"

"Attack together! Do not give him a chance to beg for mercy!"

The subsequent events would be so heart-wrenching to watch. So much so that it would cause some of the spectators to begin to doubt their eyes and even feel some pity for this newbie Gladiator.

After all, aside from guarding his face, Randy didn't retaliate against his opponents' relentless assaults at all and simply had a disturbing smile on his face. His entire body was covered with bruises from punch marks and some scratch marks.

Some brutal Gladiators were secretly scratching his skin with their long polished nails as a form of revenge. This was also to teach him a lesson to not be so arrogant just because they couldn't use their weapons. However, despite their efforts, Randy simply smiled as his gaze remained fixed on the void in front of him. Some words scrolled through his vision.

[Endurance +10]

[Strength +2]

[Vitality +2]

[Stamina +2]

[Agility +1]

[Endurance +15]

[Strength +1]

[Vitality +1]

[Stamina +1]

[Endurance +10]

[Endurance +10]

[...]

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Meanwhile, inside the VIP booth.

The Crown Princess couldn't stand watching it any longer. She felt like it was too much for the senior Gladiators to gang up on Randy, even if he was arrogant in his proclamation.

As such, she was about to order a stop to the match before the situation got out of hand.

After all, Randy was a possible recruit for not only the military, but also her faction, and she couldn't allow anything that could jeopardize her chance with a possible follower under her watch.

On the other hand, when he noticed what the Crown Princess was trying to do, the middle-aged man casually raised his hand to stop her actions.

"Great Lord Yonder…?"

The Crown Princess had a questioning gaze, but the middle-aged man didn't answer her or say anything outwardly about his thoughts. However, inwardly, he was surprised by the tenacity of Randy's body.

Earlier, when he heard that Randy was going to challenge all the Gladiators at the same time. He felt curious. He also wanted to see the depth of this young man in front of him, so he secretly manipulated the Power-Restraining Bracelet to further restrain his powers to the maximum.

As a result, he would feel like a mortal without any of the support of his supernatural power. Not even his pure vitality could be mobilized without going out of control.

Contrary to his expectations, not only was Randy able to take on the attacks of the Gladiators without breaking his bones, he was even getting stronger as time went by.

'Such a terrifying tenacity and mysterious constitution… Indeed, he is worth researching.' The middle-aged man grinned slightly without realizing it due to excitement.

When the princess witnessed this scene, she was greatly taken aback. Her mouth was slightly agape as she wondered what could possibly amuse this aloof old man. As far as she could remember, she had never actually seen this man smile about anything. At least she hadn't seen it before.

Then, she wondered further if he had noticed something about Randy and unconsciously turned her gaze back to observe the brutal match once again. However, Randy was still taking on the merciless attacks of the Gladiators one by one without any resistance.

It was a pitiful sight to behold.

'Wait! How could he still stand with all the attacks? He didn't move from the spot he stood a few minutes ago. It was as if he was getting used to the weight of their attacks…?'

The Crown Princess trembled in her seat. She finally discovered that Randy did not get any serious injuries throughout the match, nor did he seem like he was the one on the receiving end. Instead, it seemed like he was gradually getting stronger as time passed.

'What a monster! I must get him on my side no matter what! I can't let my brother get to him first!' She swore to herself and immediately made arrangements with her servant. They would immediately leave to meet him when the match ended regardless of whether he won or lost.

Then, after pondering for a moment, she made up her mind and even planned on stopping the match if it looked like his life could be in danger. This way, she could even gain his trust after saving his life.

…

Back to the stage.

Randy was still getting thrashed by the 20 Gladiators. The ones whose attacks packed a punch were Fortress Defender Manock and Great Sword Dien.

However, the one who was more hardworking was without a doubt Great Sword Dien. When he realized that his frontal attack wasn't working on Randy, he aimed at Randy's stomach from time to time with his large fist that was as thick as his own head.

In response, Randy clenched his stomach, squeezing and knitting his abs together to form a flesh defense with them, and then took on the attack, only moving backward a few inches. Other than some slight pain in his stomach, he was mostly unfazed and simply smirked as he stared into the void in front of him, seeming unusually happy.

This not only shocked Great Sword Dien, but also sparked a flame of hatred inside him.

At this time, he decided to use all his strength to wipe the arrogant smirk off his face. Behind him were some sinister Gladiators who brandished their well-polished claws and followed his movements as they waited for opportunities to strike from the shadows.

This one-sided beatdown continued, and Randy persistently endured their attacks. He had also gradually gotten used to their rhythm and their punches. Now, no matter how deadly their attacks were, they didn't make him move anymore.