"No...... No...... You're not right, I have my own dreams, I'm going to go to my mother's hometown and see the scenery of the savannah......"

Dicklon, who was forced by Starbuck's series of verbal attacks, stumbled and retorted, revealing the deepest secrets buried in his heart.

"Did you go? You didn't? Why? Because your master won't let you go, are you still qualified to say you're a free man?"

Starbuck mercilessly shattered Dicklon's disguise, putting his most vulnerable side naked in front of everyone, even though the audience could not necessarily hear what they were saying, which still embarrassed Dicron very much.

Human beings are very strange creatures, if they lack something when they are young, they can't help but pursue something when they grow up.

Some people lack maternal love, some people lack fatherly love, some people lack security, some people lack rights, and Dicrone lacks freedom.

For as long as he can remember, he has been a slave, a hybrid born of slaves and slaves, serfs and miners...... He had been there for a while, and all that memory left him was hunger, endless toil, and flogging.

After being sold to the Colosseum, what fueled him was his desire for freedom - winning the gladiatorial tournament in Solo City would not only give him a big bounty, but also freedom.

With talent and hard work, Dicron did it, did what all slaves could only dream of, and when he had just revealed his talent, before he could become the King of Gladiators, Bill gave him a life that was better than the King of Gladiators.

Decron was grateful for this, swore eternal allegiance to Bill, and won back the three gladiatorial kings for him.

In Starbuck's mouth, Dicklon's gratitude and allegiance were worthless, it was just Bill's more clever means of taming slaves, and from beginning to end, he was not out of Bill's control, and the shackles were just changed from body to soul.

This made Dicron furious.

Why did he say that?

What qualifications does he have to say that?

What was his purpose in participating in the professions they were forced to participate in as a free man?

What angered Dicron the most was that deep down he vaguely agreed with what Starbuck said, and had begun to question what he had done.

Didn't he want to become a champion knight in the first place, but didn't he just want to get the king of gladiatorial battles and thus gain freedom?

He has already obtained three of the King of Gladiatorial Fights, and he is still standing here, what is it for?

What does the King of Gladiatorial mean to him?

Is it true that he is as bloodthirsty by nature as they say he is, and has a heartfelt love for gladiatorial combat?

Shit! It's all a pile of shit!

The man who said this knew nothing about him.

They had no idea how much they were afraid of blood, how disgusted they were.

Even this blood-colored armor, he was disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and every time he put it on, he always felt that he was shrouded in blood, exuding a strong aura of death.

He is standing here now, not for himself, but for Bill's expectation, only by winning the gladiatorial championship, the other party can get the maximum benefit.

Being forced to do something you don't want to do is like slavery.

Is it really like Starbuck said, he has never been able to get out of Bill's control from beginning to end, and has been a slave from beginning to end?

"What the hell are they doing, why aren't they fighting until now?"

"I spent a silver coin to show me this, not as good as a third-rate gladiator's performance!"

"What's the matter with these two guys? Where does he think this is? His own banquet hall?

"Is this a new tactic of theirs?"

"What is the latest tactic? Do you want to fight with your mouth? We're here to see the duel, not to see them fight, kill, kill, kill, kill......."

"Kill, kill, kill......"

"Kill, kill, kill......"

The delay of the two of them attracted a chorus of boos from the audience, which was completely different from the gladiatorial fight they were looking forward to, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The two in the field were not affected in any way, one fell into self-reflection, and the other sneered with a poisonous tongue.

"Do you see? In their eyes, the two of us are not even human, just two beasts that bite and fight, for their amusement? Do you really think they are cheering for us? No, never, they are only cheering for themselves. ”

"When you can please them, they will treat you as a treasure, and when you can't, what's the difference with a wild dog on the side of the road?"

"Open your eyes and see, what have they been doing lately? For the sake of profit, they use gladiators as tools that can be discarded at will, what radicals, what conservatives? What is the difference in essence? They are all cold-blooded butchers, cold-blooded butchers in hypocritical masks. ”

"And what about you? What did you do? You didn't do anything, you just stood by and became their executioner in slaughtering their own brothers, and look back, how many of your brothers are still alive?"

"Well, don't you believe what I say? The Bill is here, you can ask him, tell him your true intentions, tell him that you will give up the gladiatorial title contest and see how he will react, whether it will let you go with a pleasant face, or show his hideous face. ”

"Shut up! Shut up!" the bloody storm Dicron roared angrily.

When a champion knight erupts with all his might, even the sound he makes is more terrifying than that of ordinary people, and his roar echoes from every corner of the gladiatorial arena, but it is unknown whether his irritated roar is aimed at Starbuck or the crowd that is louder than the waves.

There was a momentary silence in the entire gladiatorial arena, and then even more terrifying noises erupted.

"What the hell is going on with these two guys? Shut us up, what did he think of himself? He's just a slave-born bastard, who exists to please us, and he's worthless if it weren't for our appreciation. ”

"A hybrid is a mongrel, and no matter how much he has accomplished, he is still a mongrel, and that will never change. ”

"Bill, what's going on with your proudest hound today? What's going on?

"Bill, if you don't think about it, if they do strike the game, you will become a joke for the whole Solo City, the entire Manyu Army, and you won't have to mess up in gladiatorial fighting. ”

"Tsk, Bill, you're done, look at Lord Duke's face, it's really very exciting, I believe that after the game, Lord Duke must be very eager to have an intimate meeting with you. ”

There was another person in the audience whose expression was unpredictable, it was Bill, the owner of the bloody storm Dicklon, the gladiatorial industry tycoon, who became the first person in the gladiatorial industry worthy of the name as the contradiction between radicals and conservatives became increasingly fierce.

If Scarlet Storm Dicron can defeat Starbuck and win the thirteenth Gladiator King, his prestige will be even higher, and it will be the perfect choice to unite with other radicals and take the opportunity to encroach on the power of other conservatives and expand his own industry by a few more percent.

He chose to side with the radicals, not because he thought the clinic was a big threat to them, but because it was all for the sake of profit.

Before entering the venue, Bill was full of confidence in Dickron, because in the past three years, Dicron has worked hard to hone his martial arts and skills, and studied the loopholes of Starbuck's tactics, in order to be ashamed.

For this reason, Bill spent a lot of money, hired the best craftsmen, and customized new armor and weapons for Dicrone, using the latest craftsmanship and the highest materials, which are not only beautiful, but also practical.

If Starbuck still treats it with old eyes, it will definitely be a loss.

But after all calculations, I didn't expect Dicron to have a problem himself.

At first, Bill was able to force his composure, chatting and laughing with his acquaintances, saying that it was just a polite match between two fateful rivals.

When the bloody storm Dicron erupted, Bill's face was as gray as dirt, and he secretly screamed, because he knew the gladiator best in one hand.

Beneath the taciturn exterior, there is a fiery passion like magma, and the more suppressed this emotion usually is, the more terrifying the power that bursts out when it erupts.

This is Dicklon's killer feature.

However, this is a double-edged sword, and Dicron who enters berserk mode is terrifying, but his sanity will also be affected.

This damn Starbuck apparently seized on this weakness of Dicron and went so far as to provoke Dicron with words before the game officially began, which was a kind of rogue cheating.

Due to the distance away, Bill did not hear the conversation between Starbuck and Dicron clearly, and subconsciously thought that this was a new tactic of Starbuck to take advantage of Dicklon's weakness, and did not know that Starbuck was doing, which was countless times worse than he expected, and directly stuck a knife in his relationship with Dicron.

There is another person who is even more ugly than Bill's face, and that is Sean next to the podium.

Angel Bena's words made him uneasy, and by the time he came back to his senses, Dicron had already exploded with excitement.

The roar was like a bolt of lightning that split through the fog in front of Sean's eyes, and a bold guess that made him shudder came to his mind.

Put this guess into it, and all doubts will become natural.

In just a few seconds, Sean replayed the events and people he had seen in the past few months when he came to Solo City.

He seemed to see through something, and he didn't seem to see through anything.

"Good!"

The audience erupted in a frenzied cheer.

In the rage, the blood-colored storm Dicron roared again and shut up, and finally made a move, and as soon as he did it, it was his specialty, the rain of arrows.

Sean, who is also good at bows and arrows, can't help but be attracted by the amazing archery skills displayed by the other party.

Dicron did not use any archery techniques, such as double, three, or even five arrows with a single bow.

He fired only one arrow at a time.

But he fired his bow fast enough that many people couldn't see what he was doing, as if he had shot several arrows in a single bow.

Gives the illusion that one person can act as a small squad of archers.

The most impressive thing is his precision - you must know that he is not facing a stationary target, but a big living man, a champion knight with an equally astonishing speed, who has not missed a single shot.

Even the onlookers felt strange, as if Starbuck himself was cooperating with Dicklon's arrows.

Prediction!

This is the advanced realm of archery.

Only people like Sean, who also learn archery, know how difficult it is to master this skill, and it is not as simple as looking at it and aiming at the head.

It is also necessary to accurately control the speed of your arrows, so that the arrows appear in the right place at the right time, which is only the beginning.

It also requires the other party to be in the right place at the right time.

will appear in front of this godly situation.

But your enemies are not marionettes in your hands, and they won't be at your mercy.

This is a test of the archer's own judgment and ability to make accurate judgments about the actions of his opponents.

As for Dicron shooting at high speeds, that's all a trick.

Predictions are mostly seen in rolling rounds.

Because the more powerful ones will have more experience and faster speed, even if they are the second to start, they will come first.

In a battle situation like the one in front of you, there is a prediction.

It can be seen that the blood-colored storm Dicron at this moment is familiar with Starbuck and how strong it is after the outbreak.

Accurate archery does not mean that it can hurt Starbuck.

At the moment when the sharp arrow was approaching, there was already a big sword waiting for it there, which was also a wonderful prediction.

Prediction VS Prediction!

Starbuck rushed towards the blood-colored storm Dicron with an incredible speed that seemed unpleasant, but was actually fast, and the verbal attack did not stop for a moment.

"How obsessed are you? Well, since you want to speak with a sword, I'll use a sword to make you sober. ”

"Slow, slow, too slow, didn't your master give you enough food before you played? With your current speed, there is no way to kill me!"

"Come, let me see what you have achieved in the past three years, and what means your master has prepared for you. ”

"Yes, the armor is good, your master is finally willing to spend a lot of money to build a decent armor for you, do you think he cares about your life very much, and is greatly moved? Wrong, very wrong, your life is worthless in his eyes, all he cares about is the ownership of the champion, if you don't have the current strength, what do you think he will do to you?"

"Isn't he a radical now? If you were seriously injured, would you say he would order you to be executed, or would he take you to the hospital?"

Not only is Starbuck's strength amazing, but the level of trash talk is also quite high.

Each sentence stirred up Dicklon's most sensitive nerve and seduced his deepest anger.

The angry Dicron yelled to shut up, and the attack became more ferocious, eager to put Starbuck over immediately and shut him up forever.

This is obviously impossible, the two have been entangled for so many sessions, and they have won and lost each other, which shows that there is not much difference in the strength of the two sides.

At this point, they have tapped their physical functions infinitely close to the limit of the human body, and their usual high-load training is no longer to tap greater potential, but to keep their physical fitness at the peak without declining.

It is unlikely that there will be a surge in function within a year or two.

Even Dicklon's rage is not successful, this kind of outburst is more inclined to mental concentration, fearless of death, etc., it is easy to overwhelm the opponent from the momentum, thus creating the illusion of a surge in strength.

If you are dealing with someone who is not as strong as yourself, this trick is very useful, but against Starbuck, who knows the roots, you will not be able to do more harm than good.