Exhausted, Li Nan slowly stood up and walked off the arena amid the frantic shouts of the audience.

These mentally abnormal Romans rushed over excitedly, stretched out their hands to scrape off the blood and sweat on Li Nan's body, and sent it to their mouths to taste intoxicated.

Li Nan's bet with the Mind Eater paid 1 to 5, so Quintus made a lot of money this time.

Therefore, Quintus patted Li Nan's shoulder with a smile and asked with concern: "There are two more games in the future, what do you need?" Wine or food? ”

Although Li Nan was not too seriously injured, when he lost his mind just now, his physical strength was too much, so he hurriedly said, "Can you give me some meat and water?" ”

Quintus immediately ordered, "No problem, Ashur, hurry to the bazaar and get some." ”

The Romans didn't like hard and chewy beef, they preferred chicken, duck and pork, so the cheapest thing in the market was beef, and Li Nan was not picky, so he hurriedly chewed and swallowed it in the iron cage.

Next up was Spartacus, who had no good or bad luck, as neither he nor his opponent drew any weapons, so the two played empty-handed.

Spartacus's best weapon is the sword, and like Li Nan, he has no attainments in fists and feet, and in the face of the experienced underground gladiators, he has just fallen into a bitter battle at the beginning.

Looking at Spartacus and his opponent rolling on the sandy ground and fighting desperately, Li Nan sighed, it seems that this one will be very difficult.

It is now the Roman era, and hand-to-hand combat has not yet developed any systematic skills, basically relying on who has the ability to resist blows, who is more ruthless, and who has a stronger desire to seek business.

Spartacus would be considered a middleweight division if he were to be divided according to the boxing matches of later generations, while his opponents would be real heavyweights.

After the two fell to the ground, they kept rolling, slamming each other on all the vital points of each other's bodies, and soon Spartacus, who was inferior in strength, was beaten by the opponent on the body, and could only use his hands to protect the vital points on his face, and supported him to death.

Quintus, who had placed a heavy bet on Spartacus, saw this scene and hurriedly asked nervously: "Isn't this bastard good?" ”

Barka spread his hands and said: "His physical fitness is too different from the other party, I think this game should be out of play." ”

Li Nan, who was sitting in the cage to recover his strength, shook his head slightly after hearing their words and said, "I know Spartacus, although he is now at a disadvantage, there may still be a chance." ”

In the frantic shouts of the audience, Spartacus's neck was held by the other party's two big hands, and he was about to be strangled to death, but he was like Li Nan, when facing the threshold of life and death, he completely broke out.

In Spartacus's heart, the most important thing is to save his beloved wife as soon as possible, and for this goal, he can give up everything, including friendship, dignity, and even his own life.

Spartacus, who was in a near-death state, grabbed his opponent's face with both hands, poked his fingers into the opponent's eye sockets, and then pulled them out alive......

The final winner of this game was Spartacus, but unfortunately he was bruised all over his body, and he suffered too many injuries, and he was dragged out of the arena by the guards.

Every gladiator needed three fights today, so Quintus hurriedly said to Bakka, "Give him medicine for his injuries." ”

When Barka heard the order, he hurriedly took out a cloth bag from his arms, poured out some black things and handed them to Li Nan in the cage.

"Just apply it to his wound."

Li Nan leaned close to his nose and sniffed it, he couldn't tell what it was made of, but it faintly exuded a faint fishy fragrance.

"What the hell is this?"

"How do I know?" Barka didn't have a good face for Li Nanke, shrugged his shoulders and said coldly: "This is the medicine I took from the doctor at the training ground, the effect is good, you can quickly apply it to him." ”

Spartacus was seriously injured, and if he was not treated, he would probably die in the next competition, holding the idea of using a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Li Nan applied this strange herb to Spartacus's wounds.

At this time, I saw that the doctor in the Ruthus training ground was powerful, in this era, he actually developed a medicine that quickly stops bleeding and speeds up healing ability, and after applying this magical powder, it quickly has an effect, and the painful color on Spartacus's face has also improved a lot.

In the next competition, in order to try to survive and complete the task early and return to his home, Li Nan completely changed his mentality, and every time he started the game, he directly made a hot move and killed the enemy as quickly as possible.

Spartacus also relied on the firm will in his heart to kill his remaining two opponents with difficulty.

After all the matches, Quintus happily returned to his training ground with a bulging money bag.

Because Li Nan and Spartacus made a lot of money for themselves today, Quintus did not keep them on death row, but also deliberately took them to the treatment room of the training ground.

The doctor here was an old slave man with an extremely ugly face and a thin body, and when he saw Spartacus, who was covered in wounds, he came over excitedly like a pervert who had been imprisoned for several years saw a woman, and examined it carefully.

Quintus said, "Give your best skills, I need them to continue to fight tomorrow." ”

"No problem, master, I'll treat them well." The strange old man assured after examining all the injuries on the two of them.

Li Nan's injuries were relatively light, and he was smeared with that magical black powder, and he felt a cool feeling coming from the wound while lying on the bed.

This elixir for the treatment of various external injuries has a great effect on the Great Song Dynasty in the Cold Weapon Era, so Li Nan is very interested in this thing.

Seeing that the strange old man was stitching up Spartacus's wounds everywhere, Li Nan asked curiously, "What kind of wound medicine are you made of?" ”

The strange old man smiled grimly: "Hehehehe, this is my secret, how could I tell you." ”

Li Nan knocked on the side, but he didn't expect this old guy to be tight-lipped, so he had to give up for the time being.

After Li Nan helped Spartacus back to the room, more than a dozen gladiators surrounded him with bad intentions.

Most gladiators were people who valued honor, and they had a different perception of Li Nan and Spartacus, who were reduced to underground arenas after making mistakes.

Li Nan resisted because he didn't want to be violated by male Romans, and this reason for making a mistake is basically understandable to everyone as a man.

And Spartacus was in the arena, surrendering and admitting defeat in order to save his life, which was really looked down upon by everyone.

The gladiator at the head said disdainfully: "This is the place where the gladiators rest, and this Thracian is not qualified to stay here!" ”

Li Nan looked up at them and persuaded kindly: "Brothers, Spartacus is very seriously injured now, so you have to spare people and spare people." ”

"Huang Kill, this matter has nothing to do with you, otherwise you will get out with this Thracian dog mongrel!"