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The gladiatorial arena, an ancient building that has existed for many years, stands proudly in the center of Jiuhou Villa.

The mottled stones and peeling wall skin all show the vicissitudes and antiquity of this building.

It is an extremely large oval building, with a circumference of about 560 meters, a length of about 190 meters on the long axis, and a length of about 150 meters on the minor axis, and the whole building is 70 meters high and has a total of five floors. Each floor is inlaid with thousands of stone benches, which is convenient for nobles to sit and watch. In the middle is a large oval-shaped square, which is the area of gladiatorial fighting.

With a "click", the iron door on the perimeter of the gladiatorial arena was opened.

"Let's go inside. ”

In the midst of a push and shoving, Xia Gui was pushed into the room where the gladiator lived.

The Colosseum is surrounded by stone walls, and there are many skylights on the upper walls of each floor, and from a distance, the building is full of large and small window holes, and the ventilation and light transmission are very good, of course, water leakage and rain leakage are inevitable.

Gladiators also lived in the Colosseum, and in this ancient building there is a wall dedicated to the gladiators. The wall is divided into two opposing areas, each separated by an iron gate.

The composition of gladiators here is also more complex, some are slaves with considerable combat effectiveness, some are warriors specially trained to become gladiators, and there are domestic servants, slaves, and dead soldiers who have made mistakes.

Some people have relatively strong combat effectiveness and have survived in this gladiatorial arena for more than a year, which can be described as veteran soldiers. Some of them had a weak ability to survive and died in the next battle shortly after they entered. The length of their survival can be seen from their faces. The more yellow the body, the more dirty the hair, the thick beard, and the smell that comes from not bathing for a long time, the longer it will survive. On the contrary, those who are cleanly dressed and have no sludge on their faces, the fresher they are, the more newcomers who have just come in.

"It's a newcomer! It's a newcomer!"

Seeing Xia Gui being pushed in, there was jubilation in the gladiatorial arena.

The newcomer was covered with shocking whip marks, but in addition to the fact that there were more whip marks on his body, his clothes were actually clean, and his face was also delicate, like a well-mannered nobleman.

With a "bang", the iron door of the gladiatorial arena was locked, and everyone gathered around.

"Damn, this is a little white face?"

"Go away, go away, this person is mine!"

"Tsk, so many whip marks, it's a death convict who made a big mistake and was sent in, right?"

Xia Gui glanced at them, and soon realized that most of the warriors here were relatively strong physiques, with strong muscles and tall and mighty bodies. Most of their cultivation is in the early stage of the Dripping Water Realm, and a few of them can reach the late stage of the Dripping Water Realm, but this is also a very small minority. What's more, he didn't have any cultivation, and survived purely by brute force.

Xia Gui frowned, shouldn't this gladiatorial arena be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

But he didn't see any strong opponents in the Yongquan Realm, not even those in the Pulse Realm.

"Think they're weak? Because that's the first layer. Boudin's voice rang out.

"The first layer?" Xia Gui was stunned.

Originally, this gladiatorial arena had a total of four floors, and each floor was inhabited by warriors of different strengths and weaknesses. This first floor is located at the very bottom, and it is also inhabited by the weakest warriors.

"Well, I can feel that there is a powerful force above my head that has been cut off, and there must be a strong man above. Boudin said.

Hearing this bad news, Xia Gui also wailed in some despair.

This Ziluo and Mi Wuzong are really not deceiving, this gladiatorial arena is indeed not a fun place.

Xia Gui's expression at this moment can be described as gloomy.

To be honest, I was just promoted to a domestic servant, and within a few days I was beaten into the gladiatorial arena of nine deaths and lives, and the taste of the ups and downs is really sour.

This is the domestic servant of Jiuhou Villa, it sounds like he has a complete personality and seems to have freedom in life, but in fact, he is similar to a slave, and he is the same thing as a mustard. If the nobles are happy, they can make you a commoner overnight. If you are unhappy, you can be thrown into the Shura field in an instant.

Can you only be a powerful person in order to control your own destiny?

Wrong, the glory and wealth are only temporary.

How many Fang countries disappeared and perished in the war, and how many families were destroyed in an instant. When these former nobles and big families collapsed and fell, how many nobles became outcasts, slaves, and even other places, such as themselves, and the former Southern Wilderness Country.

Xia Gui fell into deep thought.

In this time of chaos, is there an absolute power that can resist all kinds of attacks and injuries from this malicious world?

With a wave of anger, Xia Gui pushed aside the crowd and walked to the corner of the room.

Now he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to find a corner where no one is there to practice quietly.

Strange to say, the crowd automatically moved out of the way, no one stopped him, no one embarrassed him, just let him walk towards the corner. They stood just a few meters away from him, whispering and discussing, most of them discussing the origin of Xia Gui.

Xia Gui didn't mind what they were discussing any more, just silently facing the wall, sitting cross-legged, and began to heal.

Soon, a green aura full of vitality rose from Xia Gui's dantian, slowly enveloping his whole body.

When the green mist spread all over Xia Gui's body, a young bud climbed and grew from his dantian, and soon grew into a thick branch. This branch quickly branched out into several tiny branches, growing rapidly towards Xia Gui's injured part.

When the branch touched Xia Gui's injured skin, a faint green light spit out from the tip of the leaf, and gentle energy slowly flowed out, wrapping the injured skin, warming the whip-scarred flesh like spring breeze and rain.

This is the realm of life where the great life and death recipe are born.

With the continuous improvement of Xia Gui's soul power, he can already use the "Sprout of Life" to heal the wounds of his flesh and skin.

This is the reason why Xia Gui did not feel panicked when he faced the heavy punishment of Mi Wuzong, because the sprout of vitality can heal simple skin injuries.

More than 200 lashes, this is just a challenge to the pain he can bear. After going through the realm of extinction of the Great Life and Extinction Technique, even the great fear Xia Gui can overcome, what is the pain of the horse whip?

Soon, the healed parts began to change, and the pink tender flesh slowly grew out of the injured ravine, and the tingling and itching feeling enveloped Xia Gui's whole body, which was actually a little comfortable.

Of course, since Xia Gui had his back to everyone, from the appearance, they didn't know that Xia Gui's injured skin had grown, and they only saw Xia Gui shrouded in a layer of green light.

"Yo, this little white face is a priest, isn't it?"

"I guess he's practiced some exercises like this. ”

"What's the use of this, this weak skeleton can be knocked away with one punch. ”

Gladiators in the distance began to discuss.

"Blow it, you, this person has been trained anyway. ”

"Why don't you try it now?"

"No, if we accidentally kill him with a punch, we'll lose a target. ”

While Xia Gui was repairing his injured muscles in the living realm, he couldn't help but wonder a little when he heard the strange discussion behind them, what is a target?

Just when he was puzzled, he heard one gladiator say, "Only by killing him in the gladiatorial arena can you accumulate a kill count." Killing him here is nothing, it's a waste of our own targets. ”

Another gladiator proudly showed off his exploits, "What are you afraid of, I've killed three hundred and ninety-eight!"

"Hmph, it's still far from a thousand people to be killed! A thousand people can't be killed, how can you get to the second layer? I advise you to protect this little white face, and when the real gladiatorial fight begins, he will become a target. A gladiator said earlier.

"Don't worry, it's the grandmother's birthday in three days, and according to the previous rules, there will be a steady stream of new targets sent in. The latter is humane.

"Hmph, what was sent in may not be a target, it may be here to harvest us. In short, be careful in everything. ”

Hearing this, Xia Gui suddenly realized.

The so-called 1,000 people are killed by killing 1,000 people. The rules of this gladiatorial arena are that a thousand people must be killed in order to be eligible to go to the second layer. These gladiators accumulate their own kills by killing their own kind in the arena, and the targets in the gladiatorial arena refer to the targets of the gladiators who are killed.

It is no wonder that there is no bad behavior of the old man bullying and killing the newcomer in this gladiatorial arena, that is because all the newcomers with weak combat effectiveness are targets.

These targets are precious resources for others to exchange for freedom, and they are the objects of key protection!

The real killing will only break out unabashedly when it is on the battlefield.

After understanding this truth, Xia Gui also had a chill down his spine, killing a thousand people, how many games would it take to reach this number! How many innocent creatures would have to die before he could reach the second layer!

At this time, the iron gate made another clanging sound, and a servant outside the door shouted: "Gladiators, listen, in eight days it will be the birthday of the old grandmother, and your chance to get a thousand people to be killed has come again! Because, just now, a newcomer has been sent, and he is our special guest gladiator. Young Master Wu Zong has ordered, only when this specially invited gladiator is defeated, will a new target be sent, understand?"

After the servant outside the iron gate finished speaking, all the gladiators in the gladiatorial arena were suddenly silent, and all eyes were focused on Xia Gui's back.

This is the newcomer who just sent - the special guest gladiator?

This weak prisoner covered in whip marks turned out to be a specially invited gladiator?

Must you defeat this person before you can send a new target?

Doesn't this mean that if this person is not defeated, they will not have new targets, and they will have to choose their opponents from the old ones!

Although there are a lot of gladiators in this first layer, there are about a thousand people, but those who have survived until now have some strength, and if they really fight, the number of winners and losers is not easy to say.

Suddenly, a series of eyes full of consideration focused on Xia Gui's body, and their eyes seemed to ignite a murderous fire - this is the only target! As long as he is killed, a new target will be sent in.

Although Xia Gui had his back to everyone, he also vaguely felt a large amount of murderous aura from everyone at this moment, which made him shudder.

This Wu Zong is really too ruthless, is this the rhythm of letting the gladiators cooperate to kill themselves?

A wave of anger swept through Xia Gui's eyes, and his fists clenched silently. Mi Wuzong wanted to kill himself by the hands of the gladiators, and from beginning to end, he didn't want to let himself go at all.

"Damn, this Wu Zong is going to kill you!" Boudin scolded angrily.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the corner of Xia Gui's eyes, "Teacher, if he wants me to die, I'm afraid it's not that easy." ”

In the dark corner with his back to everyone, no one could see the gloom in the corner of the young man's eyes.

Right now, with eight days to go, time is running out.

The invisible pressure seemed to give him infinite strength, and the energy in his body began to become surging and surging.

He took a deep breath and restrained the true qi in his body with forbearance, and the brute energy of not admitting defeat also turned into the driving force of cultivation at this time, and it continued to rush towards the dantian.