Legends of Runeterra

Viscero.

Originally this name had no meaning in Noxus, it was just the name of a fishing boat from Ionia, but everything changed with the gladiator's amazing achievements.

In the Noxian arena, the title of Viscero is the most famous, which means "undefeated".

As for the gladiator with this title, he was sold to the Empire by his master and joined a war against Demacia, which was almost a suicidal war.

Rumor has it that this gladiator did not die, but joined Demacia.

Of course, to most people, this is just a story made up by some drunk people in a bar to attract attention.

“Ding-ling-dang~!”

The chain on the iron door was unlocked.

"Come on, Viscero II, it's your turn!"

"Wow~!"

As the jailer shouted, a tall and strong figure slowly walked out of the shadows.

His hands were in shackles and his feet in chains, both made of black steel from the Dredge.

The dark brown hair had been tangled into strands due to a mixture of blood and oil due to long-term neglect.

With a body nearly two meters tall, even the loose linen prison uniform could not hide the other person's strong muscles.

On the stained face, the blue eyes looked at the jailer without any emotion.

The jailer stepped back subconsciously, his right hand unconsciously pressing on his weapon.

"I'm warning you, don't mess around, this is the Kazars Arena!"

"lead the way!"

"Hmm? Oh! Okay, you...you follow me!"

Under the man's powerful aura, the jailer subconsciously used honorifics.

Then he immediately realized that he was the jailer and the other party was just a gladiator.

For a moment, anger surged in his heart, but thinking of the other party's strength, he could only leave a dry remark and walk forward with his head down.

Jarvan Lightshield IV looked at the other party's performance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then immediately returned to his expressionless look.

Half a month ago, in order to prove that his position of "General" was more than just a title, Jarvan led his army to the western border of Demacia, the land on the other side of the Silver Mountains.

At the beginning, the army was unstoppable, but Jarvan inevitably let his guard down and led his army too deep into the enemy's territory, and fell into the encirclement of the Noxian Legion.

After a tragic breakout, the seriously injured Jarvan fell unconscious in the wilderness.

When he woke up again, he had been picked up by an unknown "kind-hearted person" and sold to the arena.

So Jarvan took the opportunity to take part in the duel while healing his injuries.

And, out of respect for his uncle Xin Zhao, Jarvan chose "Viscero" as his gladiator code name.

When the jailers and gladiators first heard this guy brazenly use this name, they did not hide their contempt and ridicule.

But after these battles, the mocking voices gradually subsided.

Because they found that this guy who used the spear to perfection seemed to have the potential to become the next 'Viscero'.

Unlike the increasingly heated atmosphere in the arena as it was about to witness the rise of a legendary gladiator, Jarvan was becoming more and more disappointed.

Even in Noxus's top arena, the gladiators in Kazarus, could not compare with Jarvan, who had received the most elite education in Demacia.

After all, one of Jarvan’s martial arts teachers was Xin Zhao.

'In another week, the wound will be almost healed, and then we can break out of this cage.

If we delay any longer, my father, uncle, and Galen will probably get very worried.'

Before, Jarvan hoped to discover a powerful gladiator and bring him back to Demacia to establish a friendship similar to that between Jarvan III and Xin Zhao.

Garen, who faces reality, no longer has such expectations.

“Crack, bang~!”

The heavy shackles were released and fell heavily to the ground.

"Dear audience, let us welcome the man who aims to win the title of 'Undefeated'——Viscero II!!!"

Along with the host's shouts, the arena was filled with thunderous cheers.

Ignoring the urging of the jailer beside him, Jarvan walked out of the narrow passage at a leisurely pace.

"Viscero! Viscero!"

The moment Jarvan's tall figure walked out of the passage, all the spectators began to shout his code name, omitting the "Second Generation" at the end.

With a calm glance at the audience, Jarvan looked at today's opponent.

There were five gladiators in total, all of them were more than two meters away and looked more muscular than him.

He was covered in rough animal skins and holding battle axes of varying lengths in his hands.

'Freljordians?'

As these bandits often went south to harass Demacia, Jarvan recognized these guys at a glance.

Pulling out a spear at random, Jarvan leaped onto the arena fearlessly.

"Come on, let's see if Viscero kills them all, or if the berserkers from the Freljord tear him to pieces!"

At the host's command, the surrounding soldiers quickly retreated to make way for the venue.

"Waaagh!"

The berserkers roared incomprehensible sounds and swung their axes at Jarvan from all directions.

Their fierce and deadly attacks are totally inconsistent with their rugged appearance.

The corners of Jiawen's mouth rose slightly, and he took a step forward and took the initiative to greet him.

...

"Click~!"

The spear pierced the ground. Jarvan wiped the blood off his face and looked up at the host on the podium.

"Cheers! Viscero II has proven himself once again, and is one step closer to the title of 'Undefeated'!!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Visros, I love you!!"

"Hahaha~! It turned out that I made the right decision to buy him. I made another profit!"

There were chaotic shouts and Jarvan felt it was just noisy.

At the same time, he felt a little strange in his heart, wondering why the other party didn't let him go back today.

It didn't take long for the host to give the answer.

"Everyone, after all these duels, Viscero II has proven his strength. He has already stood at the pinnacle of the Kazars Arena!

Therefore, in order to bring you more exciting performances and greater joy, we have brought you a powerful gladiator from the distant Arena of Bellissico!

Thugs, beasts, and even terrifying magical creatures were all defeated by his iron fist!

Broken bones and smashed skulls are the most common fates of his enemies!

Let us welcome——Baquan!”

"Ahhhh!!!"

Under the host's passionate commentary, the audience burst into a wave of cheers.

Garen couldn't help but look at the dark passage with the iron gate in the distance with a little curiosity, ready to see what kind of warrior this was.

However, when the opponent slowly walked into the arena, Jarvan looked at the opponent's appearance and frowned slightly.

"Is this... something wrong? Those ladies would let him come to the arena with this appearance!? "