"Then you promise her," Al was puzzled.

"He uses us, and we can use her." Ryan showed the smile that Chaim often wore on his lips.

"The people of the church are going to have a great purge, and I think it's true, that there are a lot fewer people in the Colosseum than before. But the reason why she didn't say it is unknown. ”

"In addition, she knows that an exit may be real, but nine times out of ten it is guarded, either to let us clear the way, or to be used as bait." Ryan made the worst guess at once.

"What about the big arena?" Al hesitated suddenly, he didn't care much about C-level fighting skills, what he cared about was the chance to fight with all kinds of people.

"Continue, of course." Ryan affirmed.

"The church has lasted for thousands of years, and the terror of power is not at all something we can imagine, and with the help of the people in the gladiatorial arena, we have the possibility of escaping. But if you get drawn in the afternoon, don't be so desperate, that's pretty much it. ”

"Understood." Al nodded. Now the form is unknown, and the key is to preserve strength.

The two spent noon in speculation and apprehension, and the gladiatorial fight in the afternoon was still normal, and there was nothing wrong with it. But Ryan saw two people he had seen.

One was Rusico, and the other was the middle-aged mercenary.

The middle-aged mercenary's strength Ryan can feel it, but his opponent's strength is really not good, and he was solved by the middle-aged mercenary in three or two clicks, which made Ryan very disappointed, and he couldn't see his depth at all.

Rusico gives Ryan the impression of being lewd, and his short and fat stature gives him a sense of inflexibility. But as soon as he made a move, he immediately subverted other people's perceptions of him. With a kick of the calf, he flew out like a cannonball, and it was very fast. Coincidentally, his opponent was a shield warrior with a wall-like shield.

The two-centimeter-thick shield was deeply knocked back by Rusico, and each time it was a dip and a walk, and his opponents tried to sneak up on him from behind the shield. After five times in a row, there was a crack in the shield wall, and a cylindrical hole, I don't know how he crashed into it.

In the evening, during the last two rounds of gladiatorial fighting, El was finally drawn. His number is 60, and his opponent is 5, judging from the number, the other party is a person who signed up very early.

Seeing the other party playing, Elton smiled, his opponent counted him as half a peer.

The other party was tightly wrapped from head to toe, and only his eyes were exposed. The gray tights outlined his figure very thin, the soles of his feet with only a layer of cloth, the forehead guard on his head, and the katana hanging on his back, May Day was not showing his identity.

"Ninja?" Ryan suddenly became interested, in fact, he had already guessed that the martial arts that El learned was purely for killing, a killer who was ambushed in the dark night and killed with a single blow was against a ghostly ninja with a body shape, the same flexible ninja, if Ryan wasn't worried about Al, he really got some melon seeds, peanuts and something to eat while watching.

Suddenly, Ryan felt ashamed and a little embarrassed. Isn't it the same as those viewers who have no money and no place to spend it, and they are also for the pleasure of those audiences, just like a puppy with an owner who catches a mouse all the time, and then wants to raise the mouse to play, which is very embarrassing.

After the two of them entered the field, Al coiled the silver chain in his left hand, and a short sword quietly loomed in the other hand.

"Nishida Ie, Convarna, yes." The ninja also took out a short knife and held it to his chest, saluting Al.

"Mercenary Al." Al had an expression on his face, but since the other party gave a salute, he naturally would not insult the other party, put his hands together, and sandwiched the blade of the short sword in it, with the hilt facing down, and Al also returned the salute.

"What kind of action is this?" Ryan had never seen such a strange way of saluting. I can't help but secretly guess that it is not the unique movements of the El family, or it is passed on to him by what he has learned.

On the field, the two disappeared almost at the same time and left their positions at the same time.

Ding, the figures of the two in the field were facing each other, looking at each other, and they all knew that the other party's speed was no longer below them.

Al took a step back, flicked the silver chain in his hand, and the long snake came out of the hole, shooting straight at Conwana's door like lightning. The two began to salute each other and seemed to be harmonious, but the way they fought determined that the duel between them was destined to be sinister, and they would go all out when they made a move.

Ding Ding Ding Ding After landing, Convarner's hands were linked, and three darts popped out on the left and right sides of the dance.

"It's so fast." Ryan didn't even see the movement of Convarner's fingertips, but as soon as his hand was raised, the dart was already out of his hand.

Al quickly dodged and rolled on the spot, and all six darts hit the ground with a clanging sound. Half-crouched on the ground, Al didn't look at the other party, with a flick of his wrist, the silver chain whip swung like a whip, and the place that could hit was the opponent's waist.

"Ninja, Bird Dance" Convarner's hands quickly pinched each other, and suddenly the outline of the figure became hazy, and he jumped lightly under his feet, stretched out his hands to both sides, and actually stepped on the silver chain that El flew by. With a sudden, the silver chain swept past the position he had been standing on, and in such a short time, Convarna used the silver chain as a foothold, and leaped towards the El like a bird, and at the same time his hand was not idle, and with a flick of his left hand, three darts again.

"Liar." Ryan didn't believe it, even the light body technique couldn't destroy the attraction of the earth's centric force, making people have no weight, let alone using it to exert force.

There was a hint of surprise in Al's eyes, even he couldn't do that. Ignoring the silver chain that had fallen into the void, Al slashed the short sword in his hand and slashed sideways upward. Of the three darts in a straight line, two of them dodge against the body, and the latter one also flies directly, and then the remaining momentum is unabated, and the target is the opponent's chest.

"Ninja, the art of shadow clone." Convarner, who shot three darts, didn't think about restricting his opponent like this, just buying time a little, after all, he was far less agile than his opponent in the air.

Like a bee flapping its wings, Al heard only a buzzing sound, and then the other man's figure suddenly became blurred, and his short sword was as powerless as if it had been slashed into cotton.

Well, the short sword split Convana in two, but it didn't hurt the other party in the slightest, and the two parts were equally intact, both of which were Convana's appearance, but the two Convanas looked a little blurry. The two figures surrounded El tightly on the left and right, and at the same time reached for the short knife at his waist.

"That's amazing." Ryan's hands were lined up on the railing, and the pupils in his eyes turned into two stars. However, he didn't care about Al at all, one of them must be fake, this doppelganger technique is still flawed, otherwise it wouldn't be all blurry, he believes that Al can perceive it.

"Left." At this critical juncture, although Al was a little surprised, he would not lose the aura of the other party. Among what he has learned, enhancing perception and distinguishing breath are the basic skills, and if the target is to use a stand-in, or pretend, it is undoubtedly fatal.

Ignoring the figure on the right, Al blocked the short knife in the hand of the figure on the left. The missed blow surprised Convarner slightly, and at the same time the dummy on the right disappeared, and he couldn't hold it for long.

Jingle bell, after Erge blocked the other party's determined knife, he directly pulled the silver chain back, and after turning a dangerous arc, the conical chain head stared at the back of the ninja's back like a poisonous snake. Al didn't use any other form of attack, as he was taught not to trust any attack that would incapacitate the target, or they would leave you with an indelible memory.

The weapon in his hand was being held, and the sharp and deadly silver chain on his back was staring at his heart, Convana's situation was very bad, now he was almost face to face with Al, any movement would provoke Al's counterattack, but he couldn't sit still, otherwise it would be a matter of time before he was pierced by the galloping silver chain. He didn't even dare to turn around and retreat, leaving his back to a killer was undoubtedly leaving his fate to death.

"You're very strong, I don't know how you see through it, you're good to be able to push me to this point" Convarner looked at Al's indifferent eyes, and quickly spat out this sentence from his mouth.

"Smoke Jade." Convarna stomped on his right foot, and with a pop, there was the sound of something breaking, and a thick black smoke poured out from under Convana's feet, instantly enveloping the figures of the two. Al quickly narrowed his eyes and held his breath, he was used to the darkness, and he did not feel panicked when his vision was blinded by this sudden black smoke, but felt kind.

Darkness is his best friend.

With a light hand, Al knew that the other party had withdrawn the short knife, and when he couldn't see it, Al didn't dare to attack at will, so he could only let the other party hide his tracks. Bell bell bell, the silver chain did not accidentally fall short, a plate in the hand of Al, and then quickly liquefied and deformed, and in a blink of an eye, it has changed its appearance, this is the ability of the silverman, free manipulation of silver.

Al no longer stayed where he was after retracting the silver chain, the sound of the silver chain had already pointed out the direction for the other party, and sure enough, as soon as Al walked on his front foot, three darts on his back foot landed on the place where Al was just now.

Dingding, three small voices sounded in the smoke. At this time, most of the people in the audience turned their eyes to this side, people are so strange, the more they can't see, the more they want to see.

The black smoke spread quickly, and the time for a few breaths enveloped the entire ring. Al leaned low in it, the smoke blocking his vision as well as his perception.

"Yes, Al is in danger." Ryan pressed both hands on the railing at the same time, eager to jump down to alert Al. Because he saw a change in the smoke on the field.

"What's going on, is there any wind? No, it's not. Al noticed that the smoke seemed to be blowing in, and slowly moved towards him.

"Sure enough, there's something wrong with the smoke." Ryan slapped the railing. At this moment, the smoke in the ring where El was moving towards the ring, and there was a ninja in black half-squatting on the ground in the vacated field, who was not Conwana?

"It's over," Convarner smiled triumphantly, and at some point a small orange bead appeared in his hand. With a flick of his fingers, the small red beads silently sank into the smoke.

Ryan's eyelids twitched violently, and although he didn't know what it was, it gave him a very dangerous feeling, because it was something that could trigger the change in this black smoke.

Convarner quickly made a handprint in his hand, and his eyes did not take off the smoke in front of him for a moment. "Yanyu, smoke bursts."