Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Lu Ye's eyes lit up instantly, like two full-power light bulbs, staring intently at Xuan Qi, as if to confirm that he had heard correctly. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an expectant smile, like a big dog wagging its tail for a pat.

"The Colosseum? On Saye?" Lu Ye's voice rose a few notches, his excitement barely concealed. He had long heard of the fame of Saye's Colosseum; it was the most thrilling, bloodiest, and most exciting place in the entire galaxy.

Although Kyle's face remained expressionless, like an iceberg that hadn't melted for a thousand years, his slightly forward lean revealed his inner turmoil. Although he didn't show his displeasure, he still had an instinctive interest in this place filled with power and wildness.

Luo Xi looked at the two people's excitement and was also a little tempted. Although she didn't like bloody scenes, this place full of primitive wildness seemed to have a special attraction to her wood-type ability.

"Where is Xingyu?" Luo Xi asked. She didn't want to leave Xingyu alone on the starship.

"Xingyu has just recovered, so it's better for him to stay on the starship and rest." Kyle said in a low voice.

Luo Xi thought about it and agreed. Xingyu's physical condition was indeed not suitable for going to such a noisy place. She nodded and agreed with Kyle's suggestion.

The four of them reached an agreement and decided to go to the Colosseum on Saye Star.

After asking around, they soon found the Colosseum, a huge circular building that looked like an upside-down bowl, full of primitive ruggedness and wildness.

Before entering the Colosseum, you can hear the noise coming from inside, like waves, one higher than the other.

In the huge circular arena, a rhinoceros orc with sharp horns was waving a giant hammer and fighting with a lava giant lizard covered in flames; in mid-air, an eagle orc relied on his sharp claws and flexible body to fight a life-and-death battle with a two-headed flying dragon.

In the audience, audiences of different races waved glow sticks and shouted at the top of their lungs, cheering for the fighters they supported.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and sweat, mixed with a primitive and wild breath that made people's blood boil.

Rosie was not used to such bloody scenes and frowned slightly.

Kyle noticed Rosie's discomfort and gently put his big hands around her shoulders, silently comforting her.

Suddenly, a commotion caught Rosie's attention.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in gorgeous clothes waving a whip and viciously whipping a little girl kneeling on the ground.

The man was wearing an Austin suit, beautifully tailored and made of fine materials, clearly worth a fortune. However, he had a beer belly, a thick gold chain around his neck, and his greasy hair was slicked back in a ridiculous style, making his luxury goods look like street vendor goods, like a nouveau riche.

Then I looked at the little girl, only seven or eight years old, skinny and bony, like a chicken that would fall over at the slightest gust of wind. Her face was tear-stained and dirty, and I couldn't see her true features. Only her eyes were clear, black and white, like two obsidian stones immersed in water.

"Snapped!"

The whip made a sound as it hit the little girl hard.

"You're so dirty! Stay away from me!" The slave owner kicked the little girl away, his face full of disgust, as if he had touched something filthy. "You can't even afford to pay for this Austin dress even if you sell it for a hundred pieces!"

The little girl was kicked to the ground, but she didn't care about the pain. She rolled and crawled to hug the slave owner's legs, crying hoarsely like a broken gong: "Please, don't let my brother go on the field, he will die! He will really die!"

That voice was desperate and helpless.

The slave owner grinned, a cruel glint in his eyes. "A F-rank female, you think you're qualified to negotiate with me? If your brother doesn't come forward, who will pay off your debt?"

He raised his foot and pretended to kick.

"Don't make it difficult for Tina, I'll take the stage."

A weak but firm voice sounded.

An equally thin boy walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the little girl.

His eyes were determined.

Luo Qian's heart moved, and she subconsciously looked at Xuanqi.

Xuanqi seemed to sense something and looked over.

Xuanqi was also born a slave. Looking at the young man in front of him, a rare ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

Luo Xi winked at Xuanqi.

Xuanqi understood, and his tall and strong body approached the young man silently like a gust of wind.

The slave owner was spitting and scolding the little girl, completely unaware of the movement behind him. Xuanqi approached silently. He walked to the boy's side, his tall figure completely covering the boy's body, blocking the slave owner's view. Xuanqi lowered his eyes, and with his broad palm, he quickly pressed a green crystal into the boy's rough hand.

The boy's body stiffened for a moment, as if struck by electricity. He instinctively lowered his head. In the dim light of the Colosseum, he could clearly see the green crystal in his palm. Like a tiny firefly, it emitted a faint but warm glow. The boy suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed on Xuanqi. There was confusion, shock, but more than that, a beast-like alertness in his eyes.

Xuanqi had no expression on his face, just nodded slightly, turned around and went back to Luo Xi, as if nothing had happened.

The young man reacted quickly and hid the green crystal in his tattered clothes, holding it tightly. His heart, which had sunk into the abyss, now ignited a glimmer of hope.

As long as his body can recover, he will be able to escape with his sister.

Luo Xi did not move forward, but just looked at the brother and sister silently. She knew that she was now the target of public criticism, with so many eyes staring at her. If she was not careful, it would bring disaster to the brother and sister.

"Brother..." The little girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, with a slight tremor. She tightly grasped the edge of the boy's clothes, as if grasping at the last straw.

The young man helped his sister up and whispered comfortingly: "Tina, don't be afraid, your brother will protect you." He looked at Xuanqi gratefully with a complicated look.

Rosie glanced at them and turned away. She wasn't a savior, and couldn't save everyone suffering in this galaxy. But at least, she could do her best to give the siblings a chance to live, a chance... to change their fate.

After Luo Xi left, the young man clutched the green crystal tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. Like a hungry beast, he greedily absorbed the energy within the green crystal, feeling the warmth and slowly repairing his broken body.

The slave owner was still cursing, his voice sharp and harsh, like a rusty saw, pulling at people's nerves. He raised his foot and pretended to kick the little girl kneeling on the ground, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

"boom!"

A muffled sound interrupted the slave owner's actions.

It wasn't the sound of fists hitting flesh, but... the sound of knees hitting the ground.

The slave owner who had been so arrogant just now was now like a duck with its neck strangled, kneeling on the ground with his face as red as liver.

He kept his legs raised, but his body was as stiff as a stone and he couldn't move.

"You... you barren half-orc bastard!" The slave master's voice became sharp with anger and fear, like nails scraping across a blackboard, harsh and unpleasant. "Just like your useless sister! You dare to attack me? Don't you want to live?"

The boy didn't answer, but slowly stood up.

The wounds on his body had stopped bleeding, and his originally sunken chest had gradually returned to its normal shape.

He was still thin, but his back was straight, like a small tree growing stubbornly in the wind and rain.

His face was dirty and his original appearance could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes were frighteningly bright, like two burning flames, or like a desperate wolf.

"I'll go on stage," the young man said, his voice hoarse but full of ruthlessness. "If you dare touch my sister again, I'll take you down with me, even if I have to sacrifice my own life!"