I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！

In the center of the arena in Spartonia, Qing let out a powerful shout and punched forward, sending his opponent crashing to the ground. The opponent lay there, twitching and unable to move for a long time before finally regaining consciousness.

Seeing this, the referee in the arena waved a red flag and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The winner, Qing!"

"Fifteen matches, fifteen victories! What kind of monster is he?"

"Hahaha! I'm rich! I won my bet!"

"At this rate, it's only a matter of time before he gets promoted to a mid-tier gladiator. If there were no match limits, this brute could probably advance to high-tier in a single day!"

The audience was full of praise for Qing.

Since Qing joined the arena and started participating in the main quest as a gladiator, three days had passed. At Qing's insistence, he had fought fifteen matches in three days and won them all.

He could have won more, but one of the arena's rules was that a gladiator could not participate in more than five matches in a single day. This was to prevent serious injuries to the gladiators and to reduce the arena's burden.

Of the fifteen opponents Qing faced, none could walk out of the arena on their own. They either had broken bones or were knocked unconscious.

And no one could stop him because every match was a one-sided crush. The new gladiator, Qing, had already become a rising star in the arena.

"It was to be expected. If Qing couldn't annihilate opponents of this level instantly, it would mean he had a problem."

In the audience, Exiled Immortal yawned, standing up and preparing to leave.

He hadn't wanted to come here to watch in the first place. It was too boring, with no tense or exciting matches, and no spectacular scenes. It was just one-sided domination.

But there was no way around it. Big Sis insisted that he keep an eye on Qing to prevent him from getting too carried away and causing trouble. Exiled Immortal couldn't refuse Helena, so he had to obey.

"Qing, at this rate, you'll be promoted to a mid-tier gladiator in another six or seven days. You're making good progress."

"There's no fun in it. They're all a bunch of weaklings, not even as good as the people on the street. Is this what they call gladiators?"

Qing sneered, grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his body, and took a deep breath before continuing, "These fights are no fun at all! No way, I need to go out and have some real fun on the street!"

"Forget it, Qing. Big Sis said you should head back as soon as you're done here, to avoid unnecessary trouble with the Divine Emissary."

"Divine Emissary this, Divine Emissary that, I'm so fed up! How can we be on guard all the time? I say, let's just find that damn Divine Emissary and kill him! What's the point of being so cautious every day?"

"You think Big Sis doesn't want to? We just haven't found him yet. He's hiding, and we're exposed. We don't have any decisive clues about his location right now, so we just have to be patient."

"Ugh... We've come all the way to Spartonia, and it's still so frustrating."

Qing scratched his head in frustration, but he didn't defy Helena's wishes. It was just a few complaints, and Exiled Immortal let him vent.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Qing knew that his impulsive nature could cause problems. Having Helena and Exiled Immortal keeping an eye on him meant there wouldn't be any major issues. Otherwise, John wouldn't have insisted that the three of them travel together, knowing Qing's impulsive tendencies.

"I wonder how John is doing over there. He's a capable fighter; he shouldn't have any problems."

"Let's go back first."

Exiled Immortal sighed and got up to leave with Qing.

He was also worried about John's situation.

But the problem was, they were barely able to protect themselves. If the Divine Emissary showed up, could the three of them really stand a chance against him?

Even now, Exiled Immortal lacked confidence. His strength had greatly diminished, and his talent skills were essentially unusable, as if he had lost an arm. Big Sis Helena was strong, but she heavily relied on equipment. Only Qing could exert his full strength, but could he alone stand against the Divine Emissary?

Thinking about this, Exiled Immortal sighed and rubbed his temples.

"I regret it. We shouldn't have split up back then. Maybe John could have used our help."

"...That was impulsive. I promise it won't happen again!"

Qing, rarely admitting his mistakes, left Exiled Immortal with nothing more to say. He simply patted Qing on the shoulder.

As they walked through the streets, everything seemed normal, but Exiled Immortal felt something was off.

"It's a bit... too quiet? Qing, I think something's up."

"Something? What do you—"

Before Qing could finish, a cold arrow shot through his shoulder, leaving a clear blood hole!

The sharp pain made Qing gasp, and he kicked Exiled Immortal into a nearby shop, jumping in himself.

Only then did Exiled Immortal snap out of his shock and quickly poured an HP potion into Qing's mouth.

"This power... it's definitely the Divine Emissary."

Exiled Immortal frowned, his expression grim.

He had considered the possibility of facing the Divine Emissary, but he hadn't expected the enemy to appear so openly and shoot an arrow right through Qing's shoulder!

But weren't Big Sis's clues related to the Goddess of War? Could the Divine Emissary of the Goddess of War be so skilled with a bow?

"Qing, are you alright?"

"It went right through the bone. What do you think?"

Qing glared at Exiled Immortal, wincing as he tried to move his shoulder, the pain making him grit his teeth and take a sharp breath.

"It's hit the bone, and my whole right side is numb. Worse, I think I'm poisoned..."

Looking at the poison debuff in his status bar, Qing drank an antidote, but the debuff persisted.

"This poison can't be cured! We're in trouble..."

Just as Qing finished speaking, another arrow whistled through the air, effortlessly piercing the wooden pillar they were hiding behind and nearly grazing Exiled Immortal's face.

"Finally... found you."

Outside, the melodious voice of the Divine Emissary reached them, and Exiled Immortal realized that the Divine Emissary was a woman. Her strength was astonishing!

"Still hiding? It doesn't matter. No matter what you do, you'll end up full of arrows."

The Divine Emissary half-closed her eyes, nocked another arrow, and released it with a twang of the bowstring.

This time, the arrow didn't miss. It struck Exiled Immortal's calf, tearing a chunk of flesh. He felt his leg give out and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Damn! This woman is ruthless! Qing, if this keeps up, we'll be worn down and killed!"

Exiled Immortal cried out in pain as the Sword of Tyr appeared in his hand.

"We need to find a way to break out, preferably out of the city! Here, I can't use my full power, and in a direct fight, we'll be outmatched!"

"Easier said than done. With just the two of us, it's hard to get out alive. One of us might have to sacrifice. Her aim is too precise. We need someone to distract her."

With that, Qing grinned and hefted his halberd onto his shoulder.

"Damn it! Finally, a fight worth having. Exiled Immortal, you try to escape and find Helena. I'll hold her off!"

"No way! Big Sis said I have to bring you back. If I don't, I can't face her wrath."

"Then we kill her! Damn it, she's just a Divine Emissary. I don't believe we can't take her down together!"

"Stubborn fools."

The Divine Emissary scoffed. She had heard every word of their conversation, mainly because they hadn't bothered to keep it secret.

After all, they had no plan to hide. What was there to expose?

This was Spartonia, where no problem couldn't be solved with a good fight. If one battle wasn't enough, then another would do the trick!