At this moment, the people inside the blacksmith’s workshop had not yet dispersed.
Bento was checking on the blacksmith’s injury. However, he realized Gris had already almost recovered. There was only a red mark at the spot where Milo had hit him earlier.
“Are you really alright?” Bento asked.
Gris nodded. “The opponent’s attack was very precise. I experienced breathing difficulties, chest tightness, and nonstop coughing when he hit me just now. But I quickly recovered. Believe me, it requires extremely good control over one’s body to execute such a move. Even the most powerful gladiator in Ghent City might not be able to achieve this.”
The blacksmith, Gris, used to be a gladiator in Ghent City. The gladiators of Ghent City tended to be divided into two groups. One group comprised servants and stewards from the sorcerer clans and represented sorcerers who were unwilling to risk themselves in duels. As such, they got these gladiators to represent them to compete for their clans’ glory.
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