The blood donation flowed down the big man's leg to the ground, and after a while, a large area of the ground was stained red.

The spectators were already stimulated by the blood, and nearly 20,000 people were cheering for the big man.

The big man adjusted his posture and faced the gray wolf with a half-bow, and the gray wolf paced unhurriedly.

Dahan stepped forward with an arrow and stabbed straight towards the gray wolf, but the gray wolf easily dodged, and instead pounced on Dahan's injured calf, and bit it again.

The big man let out a terrible scream, and the short knife fell to the ground. The big man pressed the wolf's head with both hands and shook it vigorously.

After a stalemate for a while, the wolf tore off a piece of the big man's leg and flashed it to the side.

The big man fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding leg, and cried out in pain.

It's over. Liu Sheng thought so.

The spectators were still shouting, telling the big man to get up and continue the gladiatorial fight. But Dahan was already rolling on the ground in pain, and the gray wolf pounced and bit the back of Dahan's neck. The big man put his hands behind his back, trying to break the wolf's teeth, while shouting "I don't want to die, save me, help me." ”

The spectators in the stands let out bursts of boos, disdainful of the big man's begging for mercy.

The gray wolf dragged the big man to move a few meters, and the blood marked the symbol of death on the ground.

Finally, Dahan stopped struggling, and more than 200 catties of meat were spread on the ground. The gray wolf feasted on this hard-won delicacy. Look up from time to time to look around.

At this time, the cowhide man on the stage said slowly, "The first gladiatorial fight is over." ”

This is a few Jiupin strength subordinates jumped into the gladiatorial arena and drove the wolf back to the prison. And the body of the big man was also dragged away.

Before the ground could be cleaned, the cowhide man announced the start of the second gladiatorial fight.

The second one was similar to the first, it was also a human-beast fight, this time the gladiatorial fight lasted a little longer than the first, but the result was the same. Man was bitten off by a beast and his neck was spattered with blood five feet.

The third game has begun, and before it is Liu Sheng's turn, Liu Sheng is a little puzzled: Am I still the finale?

The third gladiatorial fight is a man-to-man fight, in which the two men engage each other in close quarters and kill with swords. Soon it was over. However, those who survive are not expected to survive the next gladiatorial fight. A large cut was made in his stomach, and his leg seemed to have been cut off.

Finally, the cowhide man announced the start of the fourth gladiatorial fight. The iron door of Liu Sheng's room was slowly raised. A man came out with Liu Sheng and handed him an eight-inch knife.

"Finally it was my turn. Liu Sheng whispered excitedly.

In the opposite room, a man with a height of 1.7 meters, a thin figure, long hair covering his face, and a hanging left arm.

Spectators in the stands are already ridiculing that this is a one-armed battle for fat and thin.

Liu Sheng looked at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand opposite, then looked at the fruit knife in his hand, and asked the cowhide man on the stage, "Why is his weapon so much longer than mine?" ”

The cowhide man looked at Liu Sheng playfully, smiling without saying a word. A martial artist beside him shouted in an unquestionable tone, "There is no fairness in the Colosseum, only life and death." The spectators laughed.

Liu Sheng was a little embarrassed when he said it, he was a prisoner of others, what else could he ask for?

However, the opponent on the opposite side kept whispering at this time what three games, entering the door, etc., Liu Sheng didn't understand it very well.

The man raised his head, only to reveal a childish face, a teenager who was only younger than Liu Sheng.

The young man licked his lips with his tongue, pointed his long sword at Liu Sheng, and said, "Don't resist, let me kill you obediently." I'll get three wins if I kill you, and one more win I'll be able to leave this place, hahahaha. The boy laughed a little maniacally.

It has been half a month since the teenager entered the Colosseum, and he has won two gladiatorial fights before. The Colosseum stipulates that if you win four games, you can get out of the Colosseum and be recommended to enter the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. With his ruthlessness, the boy won the first game against a colorful hyena, and settled the battle very quickly. In the second game, he won a deserter from the Zhu Ming Empire, but he was also broken by someone.

The young man didn't take the bloated little fat man in front of him seriously, but he didn't want Liu Sheng to resist too much, in case he injured himself again, the fourth gladiatorial fight in the back would be dangerous.

Liu Sheng couldn't use the left-handed knife, so he threw the short knife a little helplessly, "Actually, we don't know each other, I'm embarrassed to kill you, but listen to what you mean, you can leave after winning four games?" ”

A warrior in the stands asked the cowhide man, "My lord, this fat man threw his weapon, is he going to be captured?"

The cowhide man shook his head, "Let's keep looking, the person sent by the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect is not so bad, I heard that he is still a Xuan-level martial artist, although his internal strength is lost, he should be very calm to deal with a hairy boy, right?"

The boy smiled hideously, "I want you dead." As he spoke, he slashed at Liu Sheng's head without hesitation. At such a young age, the murderous intent is very heavy. Liu Sheng took a step back, dodged the sword, and kicked on the young man's lower abdomen, and the young man took a few steps back to cover his abdomen with his sword.

Although Liu Sheng's internal strength can't be used, it is not a problem to fight a young man who relies purely on brute strength.

The boy spat and swung a few sword flowers in the air with his right hand. Repeat to "I want you dead." He rushed to Liu Sheng again.

The young man slashed more than ten swords in a row, but they were all flexibly avoided by Liu Sheng, a fat man.

Liu Shengzheng dodged a sword, stretched out his left hand to hold the young man's drooping left hand, and pulled it hard. The young man screamed in pain, and his face was cross-cut, and Liu Sheng immediately retreated.

The young man covered his broken arm, and Liu Sheng really angered him this time. Liu Sheng raised his injured right arm, as if mocking the young man's right hand for not being able to beat his left hand.

The young man rushed towards Liu Sheng a little impatiently, and it was another set of sword combinations, and Liu Sheng dodged them one by one as if he was walking.

The spectators on the stage are gone, what they want to watch is a wonderful bloody fight, not a dance like you chasing me and hiding.

Someone shouted, "Little fat man, attack him, don't hide, pick up a weapon and him!" and someone shouted, "Little bamboo pole, hurry up and kill him, aren't you very capable?"

The cowhide man in the stands didn't care. Anyway, it's the last one of the day, so it's okay to watch it for a while.

The young man was already a little out of breath at this time, and it took a lot of effort to take the initiative to attack many times in a row, how could that dead fat man be so agile and completely like no one?

'No, we have to get rid of him quickly, or the injury on my left hand will get worse a bit.' Thinking this in his heart, the young man quickened the movement of his hand, and each sword slashed with a sharp momentum. Liu Sheng dodged unhurriedly anyway, and he wasn't very tired anyway.

It went on like this for a while, and most of the people in the stands shouted for a refund and left the Colosseum, leaving only a few idlers to stay, wanting to see if it was the fat Jedi who fought back or the thin man who was in a hurry.

The warrior on the stage said to the cowhide man, "This fat man has been hiding, when is it the head? ”

"In such an occasion, it is also a skill to walk the dog, isn't it?" said the cowhide man slowly, smiling. The warrior was still about to answer, but the man raised his hand and motioned for him to shut up.

The young man in the field was already tired and knelt on one knee and stole the ground with his sword. He couldn't swing his sword anymore, and he couldn't figure out why he hadn't even touched the edge of the fat man's clothes.