If Saros also had Bai Luo's Book of Yagen, he would have seen that the page symbolizing the clear spring was shining.

As long as he is willing, Qingquan will immediately complete the miracle contract with him and become his miracle creature.

"Continue, next game."

Saros, who had already played three games, asked to play again, but even the Holy Emperor felt that such a request should not be done.

"Enough."

"Time is up."

Fat old man did not come forward in person. He contacted Mu Yunji in the stands and asked her to help him control the situation.

"It's too late today, and the next battle will be left until tomorrow."

Mu Yunji passed the message according to the old man's instructions: "In the next game, there will be a mythical monster to fight. You have won three games and you can leave."

"Myth, myth."

Saros was not arrogant, and he did not ask if the next show was still Shi Xiyu.

He looked back behind him, where the slaves were looking forward to it.

The prisoners in the arena may have sinners, but most of them have various reasons. They are all miserable people and have no choice but to devote themselves to this.

As the battle continued, Saros gradually realized what he should do in the arena.

He wants to continue fighting.

As long as he keeps winning, no one will die.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

This was Mu Yunji's first close contact with Saros. He was obviously scarred, but his eyes still never surrendered, even if the other party was the Lord of Miracle or the God.

"Uncle!"

Back in the cell, Shi Xiyu came to him anxiously and began to check his injuries.

The blood stuck to the clothes, and some even penetrated deep into the cracked bones. With a gentle movement, it caused a sharp pain. Shi Xiyu saw it in her eyes and tears couldn't stop falling.

It was all because of her. Without her, Saros might not have played these two more games and would not have been so seriously injured.

"I'm fine, I'm from Yadon, and my physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people."

"This is a little injury," Saros smiled: "It will recover soon."

“Bad talk!”

The fat old Han also returned to the cell, and he stood there, looking down at the man leaning against the wall: "You can't beat him tomorrow."

"Let them give you some treatment," Fat Old Han: "If it is this request, no one will reject it."

Not only did Saros win the respect of the audience, but he also made the slaves in the entire cell admire him from the bottom of his heart.

If there were no Saros, Shi Xiyu would go up and the battle would end in an instant.

Then what?

Then it will be their turn.

When facing legendary monsters, they will not be different from Shi Xiyu. In the blink of an eye, there may be the deaths of dozens or even hundreds of people.

There are only so many people in the entire arena. How many days can they fight?

No matter what the reason these people are for, now they are really worried about his situation.

"Say a few words alone, old man."

Saros asked the fat old man to be alone with him, but the Holy Emperor heard what he meant. He raised his hand and the time and space in the entire cell condensed at this moment: "Did you guess my identity? When?"

"It was a long time ago, but it was just confirmed recently."

“Through analysis?”

"Just be careful," Saros said casually: "It's no big deal."

Fat old man was silent for a while, and he said, "You can leave, as long as you say, you can do it anytime."

"Where are them?"

"This makes no sense," Fat Old Han: "Even if I let them go, there will be a next group of people and a lower group of people in the future. You can't stop the war or stop their death."

"Then lock this place and end the war."

“This is impossible.”

Fat old man said it was impossible, but Saros felt that nothing in the world is impossible, only you are willing to do it: "You also think I can't survive these three battles, but I, have survived, right?"

“…”

"Nothing can't be done," Saros: "As long as you want, you can."

The power of the Holy Emperor can be called a word on the land of miracles. If he makes the Holy Empire stop launching wars and promoting peace, even if the emperor chooses to do something, he will have to risk being an enemy of the Holy Emperor.

The Emperor's Choice is not a fool, he will never be an enemy of the Holy Emperor.

"You are beyond my expectations, and I admit this."

"I want me to give such an order," Fat Old Han shook his head and said, "You are not qualified."

"One hundred games."

"What?"

Fat old man felt that he had heard it wrong, and Saros said: "How about making a bet? If I can win a hundred games with you, you will agree to a request."

"One hundred games!"

"right."

Saros's eyes were very serious: "No matter what kind of monsters you send, no matter what kind of trials you arrange, if I can pass them, live and stand until the end."

"Any trial?"

Fat Old Han felt that Saros was challenging his limits. If someone else said such a thing, he would feel that the other party was teasing him, but when Saros spoke, Fat Old Han really had the illusion of witnessing a miracle that was being born.

He can, only him, only he can do the impossible.

"good."

Fat old man didn't hesitate much. Although he spoke harshly, he had already developed trust and love for the man in front of him.

Quality, personality, talent, Saros is perfect.

"If you can really do it," Fat Old Han: "So what you want?"

Not only did he wish, if Saros could complete a hundred trials, Fat Old Han would give him everything.

For ten thousand years, Fat Old Han has lost his family and people, and has been taken away by the Infinite Dragon.

He was lonely and confused until he met Saros.

This young man was like a bright light, constantly lighting up the world he thought was already dark, and made this former emperor have the idea of ​​following.

‘If I could walk with him for the rest of my life, it would be very exciting, right?’

Fat old man thought so, but he said: "Next, you can treat your injuries. Such a body will tomorrow..."

"Need not."

Saros refused, he closed his eyes and silently endured the pain in his body: "Trial is not just a task, before and after the task, it is part of the trial."

Including his current heavy blow, and one day in the future, from Shi Xiyu, and even the back pricks of others.

This is naturally impossible, but even if it appears, Saros will bear it.

What he wants to give Fat Old Man is not to play house-like back and forth, but to subvert his understanding, subvert his worldview, values, and ultimate achievement!
Chapter completed!