I’m a Rebel in Another World

Chapter 49: Bloody Debut

The training ground for the youths was a separately designated area.

Armed guards were stationed there, preventing adult gladiators from approaching.

Henwil focused on training with Mishir and the other three, unlike the other youths who practiced formation teamwork.

As Henwil put it, he didn't trust these youths, and the remaining four didn't trust him either.

Rather than forcing awkward cooperation that would end up half-baked, it was better for each to play to their strengths.

When the time came, they could each choose an opponent.

At this point, the gladiators had clearly also received news about the upcoming matches against the youths.

Most gladiators were curious about which youths would participate.

They weren't concerned about being selected to fight these half-grown children.

After all, many gladiators possessed considerable skill, mastered various weapons, and could have left the gladiatorial arena long ago.They simply enjoyed the cheers of the audience and this well-paying profession.

Some were purely addicted to combat, to killing, to the thrill of life-and-death situations.

Using these men to fight youths would offer no entertainment value.

Thus, only the low-level gladiators—those lacking strength and talent—would be selected as opponents for the youths.

Henwil and his group had already seen their intended targets.

They were also observing the youths and quickly identified Henwil's group of five.

But neither side provoked the other, simply watching each other quietly.

That evening, Henwil said, "Let's divide the opponents! You choose first!"

After a day of observation, they had roughly assessed their opponents' builds, weights, and approximate strength levels.

During the opponents' training, they had also discerned their preferred weapons and various strengths and weaknesses.

Each had developed targeted plans, choosing opponents they were most confident against to maximize their advantages.

These youths had initially been trained as assassins—observation skills were basic requirements for them.

The day of the matches arrived quickly. The first four youth gladiator matches had already provided intense visual stimulation for the audience.

These white-clad youths, at what should be their flower-like age, displayed exquisite killing techniques.

This contrast drove the audience into frenzied howls as they recklessly threw gold coins.

Soon, the final youth gladiator match began.

Seeing five gladiators enter, the crowd thought the youth gladiator performances had ended.

Just then, cages on the other side opened, and five youths were driven into the arena.

These five youths could barely hold their weapons, constantly crying and begging for mercy.

The audience watched in stunned confusion. Before they could question Bloodhorn, the five gladiators charged forward.

Moments later, five young bodies lay dead on the ground.

To make it more bloody, the five gladiators dismembered the corpses.

The scene was absolutely horrifying to watch.

Although somewhat dissatisfied, the audience acknowledged these were professional gladiators—no matter how skilled the youths were, they couldn't fight adults.

Just as the audience thought it was over, the arena gates opened again.

Five white-clad youths walked slowly into the gladiatorial arena.

Henwil carried a two-meter-long spear over his shoulder while the other youths wielded long swords and chains. Mishir held two short swords in reverse grip.

As the audience stared in confusion, Bloodhorn shouted, "Distinguished guests! You didn't think those five brats from before were my best youth gladiators, did you?

Now, let me proudly introduce these five youths—they are my finest children! They will now present you with the most spectacular performance!

Will the professional gladiators dismember them? Or will these beautiful youths display supernatural talent? Let's find out!"

After the gong sounded, the five gladiators didn't dare be careless and charged directly at the five youths.

All five youths wore masks, but unlike their companions, Henwil's group had plain, smooth masks without any patterns.

As planned, the other four moved to engage their respective opponents.

Mishir faced a burly man with a war hammer, nimbly dodging his hammer strikes.

She flashed behind her opponent, her short sword precisely sliding through the gaps in the leather armor, cutting open a wound at his waist.

Like an agile little bird attacking a clumsy black bear, she continuously inflicted damage while never being touched herself.

Another youth using chains, nicknamed Flying Insect, moved quickly and excelled at close combat.

His opponent was a gladiator wielding a greatsword. Flying Insect's chain had hook blades at both ends.

He wielded this exotic weapon with great skill, likely having trained with it since childhood.

The chain flew up and down in his hands, extending and retracting unpredictably while the two hook blades appeared and disappeared mysteriously.

The gladiator struggled to adapt, having almost no opportunity to attack as he focused entirely on defense.

The final opponent, seeing Henwil hadn't moved, prepared to help his comrade with the war hammer to eliminate Mishir first.

As this man took his first step, Henwil released his left hand and swung the spear from his shoulder horizontally with his right hand.

Forcing the gladiator to raise his shield to block while simultaneously slashing down with his long sword, aiming to cut Henwil's spear.

Henwil gripped the middle of the spear with his left hand, dropped into a horse stance, and pressed down on the spear's butt with his right wrist.

The foot-long spear blade suddenly sprang up, precisely striking the opponent's sword-wielding right arm before the weapon could descend.

The rising spear blade easily sliced through the leather armor on the arm, leaving a gash on the forearm that sent the long sword flying from his grasp.

Knowing things had turned bad, the gladiator reacted quickly—instead of retreating, he raised his shield and charged at Henwil.

Henwil pulled back his spear to block in front of himself while shifting the force from his planted foot, using the impact of the shield against his spear to leap backward.

As the spear butt touched ground, Henwil stopped his momentum and kicked down hard on the opponent's shield.

When the shield-raising posture created an opening, Henwil grabbed the shaft below the blade with his right hand, leaped high, and swung powerfully, smashing the spear butt against the shield again.

This full-circle strike hit without proper defensive angle—the shield was knocked away completely, and the left wrist was dislocated from the impact.

Landing with his back toward the gladiator, Henwil thrust backward with the spear blade in his right hand. The shaft slid through his left hand, stabbing upward diagonally from below his left rib.

The spear blade pierced precisely through the opponent's throat.

The image froze: gladiator impaled through the neck, youth almost facing away from him, holding the spear in reverse grip.

Damn!

I'm so badass!

Phoenix Through Flowers!

Just ask them if that wasn't impressive!

Henwil pulled out his spear but showed no intention of helping his companions, simply planting the spear blade into cracks between the stone slabs.

White-clad youth unstained by blood, leaning on his long spear, facing a kneeling corpse while intense battles raged around him.

Henwil had really pulled off the show!

The entire audience went wild, frantically throwing coins toward Henwil...