When the sun rose, Ye Qiu was pulled out by two guards. It is the smell of the sun, and Ye Qiu enjoys this long-lost warmth. Above ground and underground, it is as if heaven and hell. The ground is filthy and dark, while the ground is decorated with all sorts of luxury.

The path to the arena was paved with white cobblestones, and on the high wall in front of it, reflecting the golden light, was a large flag with the arena's red bat.

The huge black iron door, which symbolized death, opened, and the auditorium, arranged in a circle from low to high, was pressed black. The sun above the sky stabbed Ye Qiu's eyes a little painfully.

There were two unlucky guys standing beside Ye Qiu, one was the elven old man whose body was as thin as a match, and the other was a trembling Terran guy.

Ye Qiu remembered the old man's babbling words last night, and he only felt heartache. "I'm old and want to see the sun before I die, can you help me?"

Just want to get in touch with the sun again, and this kind of thing that ordinary people look at people at the cost of their lives is inevitably absurd.

The opposite door opened, and the crowd in the audience was boiling, shouting the man's name, "Berserker! Berserker!"

The guy called the Berserker was two heads taller than Ye Qiu, his body was three times thicker, his exposed upper chest was full of strong muscles, his head was cocked with two huge furry ears, and his huge nostrils were spewing rough air.

"Is this my opponent this time, does it look too weak!" the Berserker opened his mouth, revealing a row of sharp, rough yellow teeth, and the saliva on the teeth emitted a disgusting stench.

The two black gates closed mercilessly, and only one side was left to survive the deathmatch.

At the front desk of the audience, a man in a tuxedo raised the paper in his hand and read it out.

"Today's bet is - 1,600 bets on Berserkers to kill their opponents in 10 minutes, and 500 bets on Berserkers to kill their opponents in an hour!"

Creel on the stage smiled knowingly at the guards around him, and most of the people who bet on the Berserker to take an hour were their people.

The red-haired man sitting next to him stood up and shouted to the reader in front of him, "Count me, I'll bet on the three-person team to win!"

"Huh? this ...... We didn't win with a three-man squad today......" The man in charge of betting is embarrassed.

"It's not important, I'll do this!" the red-haired man held up three fingers, "Three hundred gold coins!"

"What did you say?" the man gasped, "Three hundred gold coins?!!!

There was a sigh of embarrassment all around, and they all secretly said that this red-haired man was crazy. Three hundred gold coins, they can only get three hundred gold coins a year for an ordinary squire, this young man is too generous!

Creel's heart twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh at the noble young master's generosity. This red-haired man in a black high-end leather coat named Fenrir Gert, is the righteous son of the Terrans who was picked up by Fenrir Bailey, the lord of Fog City to the south and commanded the three major cities.

Although the Terrans are the lowliest in the eyes of the Night Nation, Bailey is a lord of the highest ranks, and even if they are unhappy to see the Terrans swaggering through the market, they dare not provoke this red-haired man.

It is also said that Terran hair is usually black or pale blonde, and Gert has red hair, and secretly says that he is the illegitimate child of Bailey and the Terrans.

Creel knew in his heart that although Ye Qiu had some strength, he could last more than twenty minutes in front of that berserker. He looked at Fenrir Gert's gaze and was very puzzled, did this eldest young master come to deliver the money?

Gert seemed to see through his thoughts, looked at him and said casually, "Do you know why I bet on the three-person team?"

Creel smiled complimentarily, how did he know what this great nobleman thought.

Gert pointed to the audience and said, "That blue-haired Terran, I had a strange liking at the first sight of him. "The human race he was talking about was Ye Qiu.

A hundred gold coins! That's not enough for Creel's salary in a year!

He didn't make a sound on his face, but he was secretly happy in his heart, when this deathmatch is over, how much money he can make for nothing!

The rough horn sounded, and the battle began!

As soon as the trio team clenched their weapons and took a stance, the berserker charged with a two-headed axe. The trio dodged in all directions with a swing from the front of the axe.

The berserker sneered, and the giant axe easily slashed to the right, and the slowest Terran creature had a huge wound on his body, and he fell straight down.

On stage, the cries of berserkers intensified.

The berserker didn't care about the unconscious guy who fell to the ground, and rushed towards Ye Qiu and the old elf Latin. It seemed like the fight was going to end in a minute.

It's a pity that although the elderly Latin looks weak, he is quite athletic.

Every time the axe fell, he would use the shield in his left hand to protect the vital point, and then dodge to the side. After going back and forth like this, he only suffered some minor injuries after cooperating with Ye Qiu to leave a few sword marks on the berserker's shoulder.

It was almost ten minutes away, and Creel on the stage couldn't help but laugh.

That elven old man, as a blood slave, can't last long, it's better to ...... When Creel saw Ye Qiu, he thought of using the lives of these two guys to make money for himself.

After all, he is a person inside the arena, and it is easy to play with some means.

Seeing that the elf's breathing rhythm was out of order, there was only one minute left, and the battle would last more than ten minutes. Ten minutes later, the elf was gasping for breath.

As if realizing that he couldn't do it anymore, he smiled miserably at Ye Qiu's comrade-in-arms, "Try your best to live." ”

"Elven glory is not something you filthy creatures can break!" he threw away his shield and leaped into the air with his sword in both hands, stabbing the berserker in the throat with a suicidal attack.

The Berserker leaned back to dodge the attack, but the sword, with its desperate power, went through the Berserker's shoulder, pinning the Berserker to the ground with a powerful inertia.

Ye Qiu, who saw that he was almost there, stabbed the berserker in the head with a shot.

The Berserker moved far faster than they thought, and it was clear that the Berserker had no less combat experience than the two of them. The Berserker slammed his right shoulder upwards with all his might, and the sword stuck in the ground pierced his right shoulder.

The berserker could not care about the pain of the large hole in his right shoulder, and shook off his axe to cut off the elf whose sword was out of his hand. Facing the spear that Ye Qiu stabbed at his head, he gritted his teeth and barely caught the front part of the spear.

The speed of the spear plummeted, and Ye Qiu knew in his heart that if he missed this blow, his chances of winning would be even slimmer. He couldn't help but cry out, trying his best to exert his strength.

Seeing that the spear had pierced an inch of skin on the berserker's forehead, the berserker instinctively pulled down the hand holding Ye Qiu's spear body.

By the time the berserker stopped the spear's movements, his right eye had been blinded. Annoyed, he clenched the spear in one hand and slashed at Ye Qiu with the axe in the other. Fortunately, the axe is held in one hand, and the power is small and not fast enough.

This gave Li Ye Qiu a chance to dodge, and Ye Qiu narrowly brushed shoulders with the giant axe, leaving only a wound in his shoulder. The pain of tearing through the body came in an instant, and it was already difficult to breathe.

The stage seemed to be much quieter, and people could hardly believe that this blue-haired human could seriously injure this experienced and powerful berserker.

But how did they know that if it weren't for Ye Qiu's true strength, he wouldn't need to be so miserable in the face of this berserker.

The red-haired young master on the stage, Get, stood up and yelled at the audience. "Terran guy, let me defeat him and live!"

There was an uproar on and off the stage, this eldest young master is the son of a wolf nobleman, although the person in the audience is the same as him, but he shouldn't say such things to that kind of low-status guy.

The Berserker had won battles for more than a week, and now he could not tolerate this, he roared and pulled out the spear stuck in his eye, and roared with his axe in his hands.

Ye Qiu hunched over and tried to stabilize his breathing, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the person on the stage, for some reason, that person gave him a very special feeling. It was as if the man in the audience was his friend.

Ye Qiu couldn't help laughing, and an inexplicable warm current surged in his body. He looked up at the man on the stage and shouted, "If you wish, I will defeat him!" and live!"