Rewind to two hours before the gladiatorial fight began.

At six o'clock in the morning, the main hall of the royal city of Alster.

King Concierber sat on the throne, looked at the elderly nobles standing beside him, and said slowly, "How many days has it been?"

The gray-faced elderly nobleman looked at the rising sun in the east and replied, "It's been three months." ”

Concierge leaned back in his chair and said in a low voice, "Cúchulainn should be dead." ”

Fergar nodded: "It must be dead." ”

"There's one less guy I'm bothering with. Concierber struggled to get up from his throne, looked at Vergar and said with a smile: "In this way, your daughter Emer will not have to marry that reckless man." ”

When the king said the name of "Emer", his words were a little excited, and his eyes were brighter than those of Shicai.

Fugar pretended not to find out the other party's intentions, and took the initiative to divert the topic: "Speaking of the person who gives you a headache, won't there be one less today?"

"Boyle, that clown-like traitor?!" Concierber laughed, "In my eyes, he is an insignificant bedbug! The only reason he has survived until now is to let those who have two hearts for me see what a miserable end it will be for disobedient me!"

Fugar stroked his beard and thoughtfully: "I heard that the opponent that 'Red Circle' found for him is the notorious 'skinner'?"

Concierber patted his fat belly: "A traitor deserves the most tragic death sentence! Peel off every inch of his skin, break every fascia of him, break every bone of his bones! His flesh and wail will be the best admonition for those watching the battle today!"

Vergar shrugged, accustomed to this kind of rant.

The attendant appeared at the door of the main hall and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the gladiatorial battle will officially begin in an hour. ”

Concierber shook off his robe, strode to the door of the temple, and laughed loudly: "I have been bored by these boring and tedious days lately! I need such a massacre, let me be happy! Come, let us witness the new beast in the 'Red Circle'!"

An hour later, the "Red Circle" gladiatorial arena.

Todd kicked the Skinner into the air, and Concierge squirted the drink into the air.

"What's the matter?!" King Ulster slammed his brass glass to the ground, and cried out angrily, "Where did you find such a bale!

Looking at the director of the gladiatorial arena who was drenched in cold sweat beside him, Fugar said to the king in a speculative tone: "Could it be 'acting'?"

Concierge turned his head, anger still on his face, and shouted, "Acting?!"

"I've often heard people say that in order to increase the fighting effect of gladiatorial fights, the strong often pretend to be invincible at the beginning to arouse the atmosphere of the audience. Fergar stroked his beard and said in contemplation: "Your Majesty, think about it. If the gladiatorial fight has just begun, and the weaker side is slaughtered directly without even having a chance to resist, how will those spectators who bought tickets react?"

Concierge was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and shouted with a red face: "That makes sense!

Then, he turned his head to the trembling director of the gladiatorial arena, and said with an approving face: "It's really embarrassing for you to even take these things into account. ”

The director smiled more ugly than crying, and exclaimed, "I didn't make any of these arrangements!!

Compared to the poor director, there was another person on the field, who was also in a panic.

Todd, who was carrying a sword and shield, had large beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

kicked out, and his first reaction was "It's over, I'm not going to kick this guy to death, right?"

Looking at the other party struggling on the ground, Todd pretended to be weak and confused, and whispered to the enemy: "Stand up, stand up!

I don't know if the heavens heard his voice, but the Skinner finally staggered to his feet.

This two-meter-tall man, with obvious intellectual defects, looked at Todd in confusion, and he didn't understand how he had just been defeated. The blood spilling from the corner of his mouth showed that he had suffered a huge trauma in his body.

Next, Todd cheered up the spirit of twelve points and accompanied his opponent to start his "debut" in the gladiatorial arena.

The skinner swung his scythe and struck it on Todd's shield.

It was obviously a weak attack, but the latter pretended to be hit hard, first kicked the ground with both legs, jumped backwards, then fell heavily to the ground, rolled two or three times, and finally pretended to use the weapon as a crutch, got up and supported it for a while, and then fell to the ground again.

also lost to the opponent, his IQ was worried, and he continued to "cooperate" with Todd's performance.

Moments later, the skinner's scythe slashed through Todd's leather armor, splattering blood, which also left a wound on the enemy's thigh.

The unwitting spectators on the field let out earth-shattering cries, and in their eyes, this was an evenly matched and exciting battle.

The king of Ulster in the VIP stands, watching the gladiatorial battle in the field, was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and while patting the handrail of the stands, he shouted excitedly: "Okay! This block is good! I really can't see that that boyle, under such an attack, can still hold on to this day!"

The director of the gladiatorial arena looked at the two people in the arena, his face turned pale, because he could no longer understand everything in front of him.

Only two people in the huge venue knew what was going on.

One is Todd, naturally.

The other is Richell, who knows Todd's strength very well, but she is sitting in the stands, looking loveless, and her eyes are almost rolling to the sky!

This "shocking and epic" duel lasted for more than half an hour.

The two of you come and go, and they fight "inseparable, life and death".

By the end of the fight, Todd and the skinner had completely lost their strength, and they dropped their weapons, completely relying on a man's blood, you punched me and kicked me to overdraw their lives. (At least to the audience, that's what happened)

Finally, the skinner, who had severe internal injuries, could not support it, and fell straight in the mud, never to get up again.

"Exhausted" Todd fell to his knees and raised his hands "tremblingly", announcing his victory to everyone.

The entire gladiatorial arena was boiling, and people threw flowers and coins into the arena, loudly praising the heroic posture and spirit of Boyle who fought bravely against strong enemies.

Concierber, the king of Alster, sat back in his chair in the stands, drank the wine from his glass, and exclaimed with great excitement: "Happy!

Fergal touched the king with his elbow and motioned for him to look over the room.

Concierber stood up and saw all the spectators in the room, facing in his direction, thumbs up, and shouting the same words: "Let him live!

Concierbo's face darkened, according to the traditions inherited from the ancient Tairo period in the Northern Continent. When a gladiator finishes a fight, if the audience is satisfied with his performance, he will raise his thumb upwards and use words to ask the king for his right to live.

In the past, Concierge might not hesitate to agree with the audience, but today's gladiators are a little special.

A traitor, a thorn in the side that should have been put to death.

Fugar walked up to the king's side and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, if you forcibly kill him today, it will cause everyone's dissatisfaction, so it is better to conform to the will of the people...... There are many opportunities ahead. ”

Concierge pondered for a moment, then walked over to the stands, smiled and raised his thumb up in front of all the spectators, signaling that Boyle was alive today.

Listening to the earth-shattering cheers in his ears, Todd smiled at the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, pretended to be exhausted, and lay down on the ground.

Concierge stepped out of the stands, and before leaving, he looked viciously at the director of the Gladiatorial Arena, who was so frightened by the devouring gaze that he collapsed on the ground.

As the king of Ulster walked, he sighed to the Furgar beside him: "Today's battle is really exciting, if you really want to say that there is a fly in the ointment, it is the kick that just opened, it is too fake......"