Veronica slammed her hand against the railing.
"I can't take it anymore, Amir!"
"It's okay. He won't die." Amir ended his connection to the Force. He had just tried to interfere with the events in the arena, successfully helping Lango dodge a deadly blow.
"Just now! He almost died!"
"He's not dead yet."
"Don't stop me later."
Amir dared not speak.
Lango seized the opportunity to swing his spear at the back of the man who had ambushed him, knocking him unconscious. The unfortunate man, who had been accidentally injured by his own teammates, was also dealt with by Lango's other two teammates.
The host began his work once more.
"Oh! Unbelievable! Such unprecedented speed! This is the first time I've seen the top ten decided in such a short time. These gladiators are truly powerful. Will the champion be among them? Without further ado, please welcome them to the main arena!"
Lango and Mara hurried toward the main arena and looked at the other arenas.
"I found you!" Mara whispered. Then she charged toward the fourth arena, with Lango and Mara following closely behind.
Lango had already spotted the Wookiee in the first arena.
Without hesitation, he charged in with his spear.
"Oh! The surprises keep coming! Almost everyone has reentered the other arenas!"
It turned out that the four Tusken Raiders had also entered an arena where a fierce battle was raging, and there were clearly more of their kind inside.
Only the two remaining slaves stayed where they were.
The final showdown in the main arena would not begin until all the arenas had finished their battles, and they could rest peacefully for a while.
Lango saw the blood-covered Wookiee in front of him and felt anger surge through him.
There were still about twenty people in the arena, and several groups were engaged in combat. However, six of them were surrounding the Wookiee. Despite the furry giant's incredible strength, his pain intensified every time a weapon sliced his body.
Erupting with unprecedented strength, Lango charged forward with his spear, sweeping it horizontally and striking a Duros, nearly knocking out his blue eye.
He then delivered a downward strike to someone's head, but it was blocked by a raised blade. Suddenly, the Wookiee lunged forward, sending the defenseless enemy flying several meters away.
"Roar!"
A furious roar erupted, spraying Lango's face. The next moment, however, the Wookiee saw Lango's face and his angry expression gradually softened.
"Shocking! This young Farlin actually came to help our most popular gladiator tonight! I wonder what will happen next!"
Amir was also shocked. He hadn't expected Lango to already know Chewbacca and that tonight's fight was for him.
Meanwhile, Veronica had already started rubbing her left arm.
Lango's situation began to look bad. More people surrounded him and Chewbacca. They had to work together to take them down in order to have a better chance of entering the main arena.
In an instant, weapons of all colors swung toward the two of them. Chewbacca wielded a heavy greatsword and blocked the attacks desperately, but he still sustained numerous wounds in areas he couldn't defend.
Lango moved frantically, dodging most of the attacks with his superior agility. However, this left him increasingly exhausted.
The attacks showed no signs of letting up, coming in wave after wave and leaving no room for respite.
It felt like being submerged in icy water and slowly losing body heat while struggling in vain to reach the surface.
The repeated clashes of metal sent shocks through Lango's palms, numbing them. He seized an opening in Chewbacca's attack, charging forward and impaling an off-balance enemy. However, he was slashed deeply in the back.
"Roar!!!" Chewbacca let out a loud roar and knocked the person who had ambushed Lango unconscious with his great sword. However, the recoil left him weakened, and he fell to the ground.
Seeing this opportunity, a group of people rushed forward.
Lango mustered all his strength, crouched down, and charged toward the crowd. A sword pierced his left arm, but he ignored the pain and thrust his spear forward, impaling the enemy in front of him. He roared as he pushed the body forward, piercing another enemy's chest.
He released the spear and placed the two bodies aside. By then, his arm was nearly severed.
Those around him came to a halt.
Lango endured the excruciating pain, pulled the sword from his body, and stood before Chewbacca, leaning on the blood-covered blade.
No one dared to approach; only ten people remained in the area.
Veronica lowered her raised left hand, and Amir sighed in relief—at least they were safe for now.
Meanwhile, the battle on Mara's side was still undecided.
His two companions had been carried out by the rescue ship and were out of danger. He stood there, wielding his great sword and staring at the Mandalorian in front of him.
"Why did you kill my men?" Mara demanded.
"They had a bounty on their heads," the Mandalorian replied in a deep, magnetic voice.
"Ha ha, that's a good answer. But why did you come to this damn arena?"
"For combat training."
"Cough, cough! I like you, Mandalorian, but I can't let you go. Though my two men were scum, I still need to avenge them."
"If you defeat me today, I won't hold anything against you."
"But I will," the Mandalorian said, lifting the short sword in his hand. "After all, you're worth a lot."
Mara split his lips, gripped his broadsword tightly, and charged toward the Mandalorian. His partially modified body allowed him to move at incredible speeds.
As they closed in, they exchanged several swift blows. Mara wielded the massive broadsword with the precision of a dagger, clashing repeatedly with the Mandalorian's short sword at close range.
With two dull thuds, Mara's elbow struck the Mandalorian's helmet while his foot kicked Mara to the ground.
Both men fell to the ground.
The Mandalorian moved the broadsword off his leg and slowly sat up. Mara pulled the short sword from his body and suddenly released a large amount of electricity.
"Cough, cough. This damn system is leaking electricity. You're lucky this time, Mandalorian."
The Mandalorian didn't respond, merely looking up at the ceiling.
Mara followed suit.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion echoed from above, shattering the ornate dome into a massive hole. Countless pieces of debris rained down, sending a wave of screams through the audience.
A small spacecraft appeared at the opening and charged inside, circling the battlefields.
Suddenly, the spacecraft opened its hatch and began dropping boxes into the arena.
The long, black boxes landed on the ground, leaving large and small gaps.
Four arenas were still in combat at this point, and the participants resting in the main arena also stopped and stared at the boxes that had suddenly fallen from the sky.
The Mandalorian looked at the box next to him, kicked the switch with his foot, and the box sprang open, revealing its contents:
A brand-new blaster rifle.
Without hesitating, the Mandalorian grabbed the blaster rifle and kept a watchful eye on his surroundings.
Those who had been enslaved saw the rifles inside the boxes and began frantically grabbing the boxes around them.
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