Legends of Runeterra

The tall figure was about ten centimeters shorter than Jarvan, and the rough linen could not cover his skin, which was as white as jade and had no trace of scars.

He is not particularly strong, but his exposed arms have clear and perfect muscle lines.

He has black hair and black eyes, and his inky eyes are cold and silent.

To be honest, even with Jarvan's vision as a prince, he had never seen such an outstanding appearance in all these years.

If he were placed in the capital of Demacia, his appearance alone would have attracted countless noble girls and young women to admire him day and night.

But appearing in this arena where human life is worthless, Jarvan really doubted whether this was a mistake.

"Ahhh! So handsome!"

"No matter how much it costs, I will buy him!!"

"He looked at me! He looked at me!"

Faced with the madness of the audience, Li En ignored them and walked step by step to the arena next to Jarvan's left hand.

Then, the silent eyes looked at the host.

The cold look made the other person shudder.

"Ahahaha~! Come, let's welcome Baquan's opponent today!"

"Click~!"

Following the host's call, ten desert mercenaries wearing light armor and carrying scimitars came out.

Looking at Li En's exquisite appearance and scarless skin, all the mercenaries showed cruel smiles.

For them, no matter how powerful the host boasts, only scars are the medals of warriors.

A guy like Li En who has no scars is either extremely powerful or a high-ranking person who came here on a whim to experience fighting.

However, since he was sent to the arena, he obviously couldn't be the former.

Thinking of this, the mercenaries became more and more excited.

Death is the fate that awaits them anyway, so torturing a Noxian high-ranking official to death before dying is a pleasant thing to think about.

"Hey~!"

Drawing the scimitars from their waists, the mercenaries dispersed their formation and rushed towards Li En quickly.

To their surprise, Li En did not panic but took the initiative to greet them.

"Shua~!"

“Bang! Crack!”

The fist hit the chest with a horrifying cracking sound, and the mercenary who was in the lead flew backwards at an even faster speed.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The twisted and deformed body flew in the air with blood, and an indiscriminate massacre unfolded before the audience.

The last mercenary only had time to hold his scimitar across his chest.

“Dang! Crunch!”

The scimitar deformed and shattered, taking the mercenary with it and flying out.

"Bang~!"

At this time, the first mercenary flew out and just hit the high wall at the edge of the arena.

As the body shattered, a pool of blood was left on the wall.

"Shua~!"

Li En shook off the blood on his hands, ignored the people present, put his hands in his pockets and walked directly towards the passage.

"Hahaha~! What do you think, everyone? Is Belisico's punching power as good as it is said to be?"

"Kouya, so cool!!!"

"So handsome! So strong! So perfect!"

“It’s so exciting, I want more!!!”

Such a bloody and exciting scene pushed the atmosphere of the arena to a climax.

"Encore! Encore!"

The audience cheered.

"Hahaha~! Dear audience, don't worry. In three days, Tyrant will duel with Viscero. Only the winner will survive!

Don’t miss it then~!”

“Ohhhhh~!”

Hearing the host's announcement, the audience roared even more excitedly, their faces flushed red.

In this upcoming grand duel, they saw blood, fighting, and most attractively, the clinking of gold coins on the gambling table.

Unlike the excited audience, Jarvan, who was about to face a strong enemy, did not show any worry on his face.

His eyes were fixed on Li En's leaving back, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"It's him, it's him, my Viscero, I've finally waited for you!"

Taking a deep breath, Jarvan suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned around and left the arena.

...

Late at night, in the dungeon of Kazars Arena.

"Crunch~!"

A teeth-grinding sound was heard, and the iron bars of the cell were forcibly torn open by a pair of large hands.

Under the horrified gaze of the new prisoners opposite, Jarvan stepped out of the cell.

Unlike ordinary cells, the cells in the Kazar Arena even have windows that are circular holes with a diameter of only a few centimeters, punched into the walls several meters thick for ventilation.

Apart from this, the only exit leading to the outside world is a road that can only accommodate one person.

Therefore, inside the prison, no jailer would come to this place at night.

As Garen, who had already figured out the structure, dragged the chain forward quickly.

After searching several places, he soon arrived at the prison where Li En was imprisoned.

However, to his surprise, all the surrounding cells were emptied.

The other party's cell was extremely clean. The bed was not covered with hay but a soft quilt. There was even an uneaten roast chicken on the table.

"Gulu~!"

Stimulated by the aroma, Jarvan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

However, he quickly remembered the important business of the night and turned to look at Li En, just in time to meet the other's dark eyes.

"Ahem~! Hello, Baquan!"

"'Viscero II', what are you doing here?

Are you eager to fight me, or are you begging for mercy? If it's the latter, I'll break your neck right now!"

Faced with Li En's blunt words, Jarvan was not angry but happy.

The fact that he could speak so many words in one breath and so clearly proved that he was not an emotionless killing machine or a madman.

This means that Jarvan has a greater chance of winning over the opponent.

"neither!"

"Hmm? Are you hungry then?"

As Li En spoke, he picked up the roast chicken, easily opened the fence, and handed it to Jarvan.

"Take it and eat it. I don't want my opponent to be unable to display his strength because he is not full!"

"I don't..."

"Guluulu~!"

Before Jarvan could completely say no, his stomach rumbled at the aroma.

"Are you afraid that I might poison you?"

"Uh... of course not, thank...thank you!"

Jiawen was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the food.

He couldn't help but be surprised. In the short half month or so he spent in the arena, Jarvan's horizons were broadened and the lower limit of his cognition was refreshed time and time again by the people in the arena.

I was somewhat surprised to suddenly see Li En, a man who, although his words were impolite, his behavior was upright.

With the training he had received, Jarvan could easily tell by his sense of smell that this was a normal roast chicken.

So he tore off the chicken leg and handed it to Li En first.

"Uh..."

Now it was the other party's turn to be stunned.

Under Jarvan's expectant gaze, Li En still took it.

With a slight smile, Jarvan stuffed the whole chicken leg into his mouth in one bite.

“Crack! Crack!”

The meat and bones were easily crushed by the teeth and swallowed into the stomach.

Soon, the whole roast chicken was devoured.

“Thanks for the roast chicken!”

"Hmph! Go back after you finish eating and don't bother me!"

"and many more!"

Garen called out to Li En who was about to go back.

"Huh? What else?"

"Um...you...want to be free?"

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Seeing Li En's interest, Jiawen struck while the iron was hot.

"I plan to leave this arena. If you are willing, we can cooperate!"

"Leave? Haha~! Why should I believe you?"

"Because I am a Demacia, I swear on Demacia..."

"Bang~!"

Jarvan puffed out his chest and was about to swear, but before he could finish his words, a fist hit him in the face, and his tall figure flew out immediately.

“Dang~!”

Garen, who was in a daze, was pressed against the wall by Li En before he could react.

"Get away with your plans, Demacian, and I will personally take your life when the day of the duel comes!"

"you..."

"roll!"

Looking at Li En's expression that changed instantly, Jarvan hesitated for a moment and finally chose to leave.