The audience present was impressed by Li Nan's wonderful performance, and everyone cheered for him excitedly.

Li Nan didn't pay attention to the cheers of the audience from all directions, but clenched the heavy iron spear in his hand and rushed forward steadily.

In fact, the spears used by the Romans were all wooden spear shafts, and the pure iron spear used by Li Nan, which weighed dozens of catties, was a weapon specially prepared for this competition.

If he were to fight against a god-level gladiator like Shadow of Death, Li Nan would definitely choose a light weapon, but this time against ten Thracian prisoners of war who had not been trained as gladiators, then this heavy spear would be more suitable.

Only the victor can leave alive in this battle, so no matter how strong Li Nan is, these Thracian prisoners of war will not be afraid, they clenched the swords and axes in their hands and shouted loudly to meet them.

Seeing the performance of these Thracian prisoners of war, Dorcott and Vero and others watching the battle behind the iron gate, as well as Quintus in the main stand, were all relieved.

All those who cared about Li Nan's life and death feared that his enemies would besiege him silently, but fortunately these brave Thracians did not do so, or they disdained it.

Hearing that the Thracians came to him, Li Nan clenched the tail of the iron spear with both hands, poured all his strength into it, and used the most ferocious move in Lu Zhishen's mad wand method--- mad demon dance!

The strongest move in this mad wand method, after Li Nan fused the strengths of the other two, there were many changes, but it still retained its original momentum.

The iron spear with great strength, because of its rapid swing, rolled up the yellow sand on the ground, and six successive powerful attacks, forming a fan-shaped black and yellow shadow, enveloping the Thracian prisoners of war who rushed to the front.

The four prisoners of war were swept by the iron spears, and whether they were hit in the head, chest, shoulders, or waist and legs, they all flew out of thin air, and then fell to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness.

Seeing that there was blood on the field, these spectators immediately cheered excitedly and let out noisy cheers.

This loud noise was extremely unfavorable to Li Nan, who was blindfolded, and two Thracian prisoners of war with left shields and right swords took the opportunity to come to Li Nan's side and swung their swords at his body.

Li Nan really didn't hear the sound, so when the two short swords were in the body, he realized that what he had learned in the brutal gladiator training ground at this time finally came in handy.

According to the direction of the short sword, Li Nan quickly determined the enemy's position and the angle of swinging the sword, and his body immediately retreated in the opposite direction, because the speed was fast enough, so the two swords only cut a shallow wound on his skin, and did not hurt his muscles and bones.

After dodging these two swords, Li Nan immediately swung his spear to counterattack, although the Thracian prisoners of war used the small round shield in their left hand to block, but the power on the pure iron spear was too great, and they even smashed the shield and flew out.

The wonderful two-round offense and defense made all the spectators excited, and even Leginia in the main stand said in surprise: "He seems to be possessed by the gods today!" ”

Quintus smirked: "The gladiators at the Rudes Training Ground are not vain. ”

At this time, six of the ten Thracian prisoners of war on the field had fallen, and although they were not dead, they were all wounded of varying severity.

The remaining four prisoners of war were obviously smarter than their companions, and they made a color to each other, and lightly walked from all sides to Li Nanwei, who was listening attentively.

The cowardly performance of these Thracians provoked disgruntled boos from the audience, but this did not help, but made Li Nan even more difficult to hear the movements of the prisoners of war.

The four prisoners of war came to the easiest place to exert force from Li Nan's side, and a guy with a two-handed heavy hammer took the lead in attacking, smashing directly into Li Nan's chest.

The attack method of the heavy hammer and the short sword is completely different, when Li Nan found out about the enemy's attack, he reused the technique and retreated, but it was too late, although some of the power carried by the hammer was eliminated, but it was still knocked out.

This time the injury was a bit serious, and when Li Nan was about to get up, he was kicked in the stomach again, and then his head was also slapped by a shield.

Li Nan received heavy blows continuously, fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a while, and the four Thracian prisoners of war took the opportunity to launch various fierce attacks, and Li Nan could only roll and dodge in embarrassment.

Seeing that the scene was so ugly, Moncardo, a wealthy merchant who held this game in honor of his grandfather, turned his head a little uneasily and asked, "Quintus, you should know that the Roman army led by my grandfather finally won the great battle that year, right?" ”

Patting Moncado's hand gently, Quintus smiled and comforted him: "Don't be impatient, you don't want to see Huang Kill directly kill these ten Thracian wastes, so it's interesting." ”

"Oh, that makes sense."

While Quintus and Mondoka were chatting, Elicia also sneered at Reginia beside her, "It seems that your gladiators can't hold on!" ”

Leginia was also a little worried about Li Nan, but in the face of Elixia, she said stiffly: "Hmph! Let's see! ”

During the time when everyone was chatting, Li Nan, who fell to the ground, was hit a few more times, and several wounds with blood appeared on his body, and he looked in a terrible condition.

Holding the railing on the iron gate, Li Nan's good brother Vero said worriedly: "Isn't he okay?" ”

Among all the people who watched the battle, the one who knew Li Nan's strength best was Docot who taught him with his own hands.

The black head shook his head and said, "He is still adapting, and it is estimated that the situation of the battle will change soon." ”

Dorcott was right, although it seemed that Li Nan was rolling miserably on the ground and was injured in many places, he was indeed familiar with and accustomed to the situation, and by this time he could already distinguish the footsteps of the prisoners of war from the jumbled voices.

After completely judging the position and method of the four Thracian prisoners of war, Li Nan began a desperate counterattack.

The Thracian prisoner of war, who had sent Li Nan flying out with a two-handed war hammer, attacked again and smashed straight into Li Nan's head on the ground, but unfortunately his hammer had not yet fallen, and an iron spear had pierced straight into his mouth from the bottom to the top, piercing through the back of his head.

Standing up, Li Nan kicked the dead prisoner of war away and walked towards the other three Thracians with a spear in one hand.

Li Nan's fierce and ferocious counterattack made the audience boil and make a louder noise, but this time Li Nan no longer relied on hearing, but straightened his right arm and used the nearly two-meter-long pure iron spear in his hand to detect the enemy.

After swinging his sword to block the spear, one of the prisoners of war quickly rushed to Li Nan's side, ready to attack in close quarters, but the spear in Li Nan's hand swirled in the air and swept directly towards his waist.

Even the shield couldn't stop Li Nan's huge spear blow, and this prisoner of war wanted to use a short sword to block, which was naturally wishful thinking, and in the sound of gold and iron handover, he was smashed out with a sword.