Kapitel 485: Arrive at Rome

"Spartacus! Spartacus!"

Cheers accompanied Thrax's feat of winning the duel; the night was filled with happiness from the thousands of rebels. To celebrate, Thrax raised his fist up high and let out a magnificent scream.

Klea approached the beat-up, half unconscious Roman, her hands brimming with white-greenish energy from her [Soothing Mist] spell.

"I am… Not… giving up… yet" 

"Duh, shut up already!" Klea said dismissively and let her hands hover along his wounds. "You were clearly beaten,-"

Julian started to struggle, trying to stand despite his broken body.

"Don't you dare! If you mess up my bet, I will make sure you suffer even more!"

Not far from them, Thrax was writhing in pain, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to bear it. The strength of his heart forced his own body to go past the threshold it needed for a breakthrough and now he felt as if his muscles were about to explode.