The Titan's Throne

Rich Madness

Instinct told Bastian that this old man was much stronger than he looked. Bastian did not fear death, but he still feared pain. Not to mention that he had never fought another man in a death match before. But his mind did not let him down. Bastian quickly fixed his mindset and readied himself.

Bastian took a stance and was about to get ready to counter the large man's attacks when all of a sudden the old man flipped his large Saber upside-down and stabbed it into the ground. After he had done this, he immediately knelt down.

"Sir, my humble name is Tate. I humbly ask if you would allow me to have the honour of being the first life you will take with your own hands."

Bastian opened his mouth, but no words came out. This was a completely unexpected turn of events for him.

The warriors behind the giant and his companion were even more baffled. Some slapped their faces or blinked continuously, thinking that they were perhaps dreaming or they had seen wrong.

Those who had been close enough to hear the giant's words were at an even greater loss. To them, there was an even greater chance of the sky flipping than what they were seeing.

It went against their entire way of life and their beliefs. Bastian did not know how famous and how important the giant man was to these warriors. The shock of seeing their idol kneeling before a youth who they thought was trash was too stimulating for all of them.

These warriors were probably thinking that they were the most shocked people in the entire arena. If they could see what was happening on the spectator's side, then they would realize how wrong they were.

Tate the Smiter, was his name. He was a very famous fighter amongst those who were involved in such battles. Be it in arenas or amongst spectators, he had quite a reputation. Although he was not a gladiator, he was one of the candidates most likely to be chosen.

He, together with his partner Yahd the Executioner, had started from low-class arenas, fighting their way to the top, hoping to become gladiators. Ever since they had become slaves, it had been their dreams. Yet reality so it seemed, was not so kind to them

Tate had contracted an illness a few months back, one which would get the victim killed unless he or she, took a certain healing dan

No one in their right mind was willing to spend that much money on a slave, let alone one that was not even yet a gladiator. Yahd was a good fighter but he knew that without Tate, he was nothing. Therefore he had also accepted the fact that he would never become a gladiator.

Only Tate's owners and Yahd knew of his sickness. The arena still wanted to use Tate's name to rake in spectators.

They could not sell him because he was already a defective product. As a high-class establishment, it would sully their reputation if they sold damaged goods.

This encouraged Tate and Yahd to choose to fight to their last breaths and hopefully, fall to a person who would become a great warrior. That was the only honour they could receive.

So far they had not seen anyone good enough satisfy their standard. That was until Bastian had shown up, or rather to be more specific, that was until they saw him pick up the gauntlets!

In a private room, a person was seated on a lavish chair, behind that person stood a middle-aged man.

The person seated on the chair was wearing lavish robes, whereas the man who was standing was dressed in simple robes.

In front of the duo was the view of an arena. Inside the arena were shackled slaves, each going toward the wall choosing a weapon.

The person seated in the chair was quite young. He was a teenager who had just entered youth.

He sat there nervously, gazing at the vicious-looking men below.

"Kai, are you sure they can't see us?" said the young man nervously.

"Young master, rest assured that they cannot see us. A formation had been placed above their heads, so all they would be able to see is a roof. Adding on to the fact that their cultivation had been sealed, I can guarantee that no harm can come to you." said Kai as he laughed.

One look at the two and it was clear what kind of relationship they had. They were a servant and Master. The duo had come to observe a twin rumble fight for the first time. It had been Kai's suggestion.

The young master was bored at home so he had suggested that they come and see the battles here.

At first, his Master had objected. The young lad was by nature a coward, one that would faint at the mere sight of blood in the past. Although that no longer occurred, traces of fear were still evident whenever he saw blood.

One of the reasons why Kai had recommended coming here to his Master was to help him overcome his cowardice.

Kai surmised that if his Master saw enough battles, there would eventually come a time when he would no longer fear blood.

The young man understood the importance of such an endeavour, thus he did not oppose the idea for too long of a time.

Not to mention that there was another crucial matter that required their attention, one that could be solved if they were fortunate enough.

"Kai which one did you bring me here to inspect?" said the young man.

"The large bald man who is holding a large sabre, he is standing over there," said Kai as he pointed to Tate.

"He and his partner have quite a reputation. He is known as Tate the Smiter and his partner is known as Yahd the Executioner. They are undefeated this year and have near-perfect teamwork." Continued Kai

The young man furrowed his brow "If they are so incredible, why has no one bought them then?" questioned the young man.

"The arena is refusing to sell them for some odd reason. I came here with the hope of negotiating with the owners of the arena. If we are going to get into the league, then we need warriors with potential." said Kai.

"But they look old." protested the young man.

"Another way of looking at it is that they are experienced. To be honest young master, with our resources, I don't think we can afford better slaves, especially after what you did earlier," said Kai with a sigh.

The young man felt guilty after remembering what had happened.

When they arrived at the arena earlier on, the young man had requested to look at the so-called blind disaster. The blind disaster was actually a slave that was given to him by his clan.

He had never seen him before but he knew how infamous he was.

Due to the blind disaster's unique circumstances, the young man could not bring him home. Thus, he had never taken an interest in visiting him. That day, however, they had come to observe the twin rumble here, so he decided to see for himself what his property looked like.

Kai and his Master had come to confirm whether or not the rumours about him were true. When they were guided to the cell, however, they saw that another slave was shackled together with the blind disaster.

He had purple hair that had a reddish hue. He appeared to be about 15 years old. He had an incredibly beautiful face and a muscular body unusual for a boy his age.

After questioning the guards, they said that a few days before, they just found him already in the cell. Usually, no one could sleep in the same cell as the blind disaster and live but the guards claimed that he had managed to sleep in the same cell with the blind disaster for a week and was still alive.

When they first found him, they called their best healer to see if the purple-haired boy could be woken up. Yet no matter what they tried, nothing worked. The healer deemed the boy to be a vegetable and said to just leave him shackled to the blind disaster. There was no point in saving him.

The next day everyone was shocked to see him alive, and this trend continued on for a week. The blind disaster was always in the twin rumble match. So since this guy seemed to be immune to the disaster, the arena decided to pair two dead weights together.

That way no one had to fight alongside the disaster.

The young man saw the purple-haired boy and thought there was something special about him.

If he can survive the disaster, then he must have something unique about him. I should buy him now before anyone else can!

As soon as the arena heard that the young master wanted to buy the purple-haired boy, they were overjoyed.

No one was willing to buy dead weight; the fact that the blind disaster had a Master was shocking enough. Thus, when the establishment learnt that the Master of the blind disaster had arrived, they instructed their guards to make the story about the purple-haired boy as mysterious as possible.

As far as they were concerned, he would not mind buying another weird vegetable. Their plan paid off.

The young master intended to buy the purple-haired boy instantly. Although Kai furiously objected, his words fell upon deaf ears. The purple-haired boy was bought for an astounding 10 gold coins.

Kai was so gloomy that he almost vomited blood. Unfortunately, he was only the servant. All he could do in such situations was to give advice. Thus it was determined that after the twin rumble, the young master would take the purple-haired boy with him. The blind disaster was a special case so he had to stay behind.

"Listen, Kai, a man sometimes has to act on his gut. I'm telling you that the purple-haired boy has something special about him." said the young man defensively.