Foot on the earth, the earth cracks! Boxing atmosphere, atmospheric wailing!

The surging light blue** can be turned into essence and go straight to the sky!

A girl before becoming a brave man turns into a cruel battlefield angel!

The angel's feet arched to the ground, the floor of the arena cracked, and the powerful force exploded instantly, causing her to roar like a silver dragon and rush towards the slaves. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She shifted her weight downward, her round and immature right shoulder sank, and her seemingly delicate body erupted with terrifying force, shattering the sternum of the gunman who rushed forward with a shoulder blow. She grabbed the spear, and the lifeless latter coughed up the blood clot and weakly let go of her hand, crashing into the crowd in the back row like a cannonball.

Like a bowling ball, the slaves in the back row were smashed to pieces.

Having made up her mind, Vivien Li no longer hesitated, she clenched the inferior wooden spear in her right palm, and slammed the spear between her armpits, turning into a death field within three meters of her circle. Wherever the spear passed, the besiegers flew into the sky like toys tossed by giants.

"Oh-"

There was a concerted exclamation from the audience, and after a few moments, the exclamation turned into a boiling roar and cheer.

The first knight of the younger generation of the Empire after Zenas Radcliffe! If before this one did not know what this title meant, now through this extraordinary gladiatorial match, people have finally understood the concept.

That means that apart from a few famous senior knights in the entire empire, there is no one else in the empire who can control it.

Unlike the boiling atmosphere in the audience, there was silence in the gladiatorial arena. The besiegers saw the fate of their fellow struck away, their sternums broken and their limbs twisted, as miserable as the stupid besiegers of the legend who had been torn apart by the silver dragon.

Fear gradually spread among the slaves, and the bare-chested, scarred slaves had twinkling pupils and looked at the cruel and beautiful battlefield angels with fearful eyes.

Vivien Li's azure eyes swept over the besiegers one by one, and each slave subconsciously looked away the moment they met her. It's as if just seeing the beautiful pupils like blue waves will take away the soul of a cruel angel.

"Really...... Annoying people!"

Seeing the frightened eyes of the slaves and hearing the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd outside the arena, Vivien Leigh clenched the broken spear in her hand in irritation.

The blow just now broke the spear in his hand completely, but despite this, for a while, no slave dared to provoke the princess to death.

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

Excited smiles, frenzied cheers, crazy atmosphere...... Vivien Leigh's performance brought the entire audience to a climax!

People waved their fists as if the invincible cruel angel on the field was them!

"Your Highness is wonderful! she is the most beautiful princess in the world of Steeu—"

"I love you, Your Highness the Princess!"

"Beautiful, noble and cruel Princess Silver Dragon, let go of your hands and feet, and kill those lowly slaves for us!"

There was also a discordant sound in the frenzied confession, and Vivien Leigh gritted her teeth irritably. She noticed that among the war-weeping slaves, there was finally a roar of unwillingness.

"You cowards! What are you doing in a daze! Kill her for me, no matter how powerful she is, she will always run out of energy! Think about the mechanics of gladiatorial matches, if we don't resist, we will be greeted by death!"

The man was a bald man in a lewd pose in the rest area, and unlike the rest of the slaves, he was extremely strong, and his dark and yellow skin was stained with oily sweat in the winter.

Although he had scars on his body, they were not whip marks that represented humiliation, but more scars of swords, spears and halberds.

This means that before becoming a slave, the person should be a battle-hardened warrior, and even if he becomes the lowliest slave, no caretaker would dare to whip him.

Hearing the agitation of the bald man, the besieging slaves finally realized that they had no way out. Like trapped beasts in a hunter's trap, they showed desperate and crazy eyes, and one by one they rushed towards Vivien Leigh like madmen who had lost their minds.

Fei Wen Liying's eyebrows furrowed, revealing angry eyes. Those who knew her understood that it meant that Vivien Leigh had murderous intentions.

"You are the only one of these people, and you will not burden me in any way!" Fei Wenli raised her right hand holding the broken spear, "You were also a fighter on the battlefield! Come on, accept my challenge with dignity—"

With a slam of his right hand, the remnant spear pierced the atmosphere like a yellow lightning bolt, and a sonic boom stabbed straight at the strong man.

The latter's eyes were solemn, and he held up a well-maintained chopping knife in his hand, which was able to block it before the remnant spear stabbed him in the front door.

But he obviously misestimated Fei Wenli's strength, and the whistling remnant spear slammed into the upper slasher with a terrible air current, making the strong man's upper body tilt slightly, and his arms weak.

'How is that possible!!' She's so much stronger than she was a year ago!'

In the flash of his mind, the strong man caught a glimpse of a blue and white light and shadow.

"Where are you looking!

The bloodline ability is activated, and the temporal and spatial ability rooted in the bloodline makes Fei Wenli instantly flicker across time and space to the side of the bald man. She pressed her right hand on the opponent's wrist holding the knife, and her slender and powerful right leg was raised, and a fierce upward kick hit the opponent's jaw.

The bald man only felt that his vision was dark, and his whole person spun and was kicked into the sky by that terrifying force.

'It's over!'

It was a thought that jumped through the bald man's mind for a split second.

As he had expected, Vivien Leigh played her cards completely out of the ordinary, ignoring the law that warriors need to stabilize the game and leap into the air with strong men. Punches, elbows, knees...... In just a split second, the bald man was subjected to numerous horrific attacks.

Blood and water mixed with the flying snowflakes in the sky like a torrential downpour fell into the gladiatorial arena, and the two were the center of the circle, and a three-meter radius turned into a red lake!

Fei Wen Li and the strong man landed one after another, and before landing, Fei Wen Li grabbed the horse chopping knife and snatched the exquisite weapon into her hand.

The blue-and-white samurai suit was inevitably stained with blood, and Vivien Leigh swung her saber with a swing, and the strong wind she brought with her caused a whirlpool in the atmosphere out of thin air.

The cruel angel with blood looked at the reflexes of the slaves and saw that there was no more fear in their eyes.

Only despair!

"It's not over yet......"

Vivien Leigh gritted her teeth and clenched her saber, and she stepped towards the slaves, but her ankle was held weakly.

She looked down and found that the eyes of the dying strong man were gloomy, but the once crazy and bloodthirsty eyes were only helpless and confused.

"Well done...... The world's No. 1 knight hime. The strong man's dry and cracked mouth closed and murmured, "You must not remember me, but I hate you to the core!"

"Eight years ago, you killed my brother. A year ago, in the battle of the Bend, you made the soldiers flee in fear, the tribesmen lost their pastures, the men were like walking corpses, the women were like walking meat, the children were hungry and cried, and the people were cannibalistic!"

"I bless you - you will be the greatest knight in the world, I curse you - one day you and your country will taste the fear and despair of me and my people!"

Is that the reality of war?!

Vivien Leigh's pupils twitched, and she opened her mouth in disbelief.

"Y-You're the butcher's brother?"

The strong man didn't answer, his pupils were gray, and he had lost all his life.

Vivien Leigh's vision was in a trance, and she seemed to see the endless grassland full of war, with abandoned tents and dilapidated pastures everywhere.

After the war, the grassland was full of haze, black clouds, and broken tribes. Numb men with crying women holding their babies and reluctantly exchanging the babies with each other.

In the middle of the deserted, bare turf, an iron pot was erected, and people numbly stirred the consommé at the bottom of the pot, throwing the crying baby into the red-hot pot.

Could such a horrible thing really happen in the northern steppes? Could she be the culprit in all this? Will the future of Erosa also turn into a hell of despair?

"No—"

Fei Wenli subconsciously roared!

"Damn! Your curse will never be fulfilled!"

Back to reality, Vivien Leigh shouted.

She stretched her sword forward and angrily kicked away the strong man's feeble hand.

"As long as I am for a day, that world will never come!"