Khannibal, the king of gladiators.

The king of all the gladiators in the arena - of course, Ding Huo did not recognize this title, he never thought that anyone could call himself a 'king' in front of him.

But in any case, both the audience and the gladiators regarded Khannibal as the strongest, and even if Ding Huo created a miraculous record, the evaluation he received was just 'they are almost comparable to Khannibal', this kind of evaluation.

In other words, Ding Huo is not as good as Khannibal.

Ding Huo was not so arrogant that he felt that he was invincible in the world, and he was not interested in the ranking in this kind of arena, but he was a slave, what about the king of gladiators? However, the consciousness of being a martial artist still made him have some interest in this strongest person.

So Ding Huo and Ami walked to the upper floor of the inner ring area, and on the way, Ding Huo was still asking Ami, how did he know Khannibal?

Ami glanced at Ding Huo, how to say that he has also lived in the bloody arena for eight years, every gladiator in the bloody arena, Ami knows, the king of gladiators, such an eye-catching existence, of course he will make friends with him.

"You know the gladiator king very well?" Ding Huo asked.

Ami thought for a moment, shook his head, and nodded again.

What does that mean?

"When you see him, you understand. Ami said.

So I walked all the way to the upper level of the inner ring.

First, the second layer.

At the upper and lower passages of the wide carriage, the first is a stone square, about half the size of a gladiatorial arena, in a square, high stone pillars, standing on the square, holding up a dome that is five meters high, there are gladiators in the square practicing martial arts, doing competitions, and then looking into the distance, it is row after row of stone houses, and there are several small squares from time to time.

The total area of the second floor is tens of thousands of square meters, and hundreds of gladiators live and rest here, relatively speaking, the space is very spacious, at least compared to the dark underground room, it is much stronger.

The layout of the third floor is the same as that of the second floor, but the entire dome is in the shape of an inverted funnel, the tip of the funnel is the temple of the mad sacrifice, and only the temple of the mad sacrifice is the glazed roof, you can see the starry sky, and the ceiling in other positions is all laid out with stone slabs.

So the second and third floors of the inner ring area are dark all year round, and torches are burning everywhere, on this day, the whale fuel consumption alone is a large number, but the bloody arena has a lot of money, and it doesn't care about these small money.

On the third floor, facing the entrance passage, it is still a square, and at the end of the square, there is the steps of the Crazy Sacrifice Temple, and they are very familiar with here, Ami and Ding Huo, but this time the target is not here, the two of them bypassed the temple and continued to walk towards the interior of the third floor.

I met many gladiators along the way, and when the gladiators saw Ding Huo, some would subconsciously bow their heads to avoid Ding Huo's sight, while others were not to be outdone and stared at Ding Huo, as if they wanted to fight.

Of course, Ding Huo didn't pay attention to those stupid provocateurs who filled his brain with muscles, and he didn't look at them, so he just swept by, but he didn't expect to be exchanged for unbridled ridicule, and one of the red-haired young men was the most arrogant.

"It's just a fourth-level martial artist, and he deserves to be the Ten Heavenly King?

Ding Huo stopped, and looked at the red-haired young man calmly, he was a fourth-level martial artist, and the fire belonged to the Force.

The red-haired young man also looked at Ding Huo, his eyes full of impulse.

Unexpectedly, Ding Huo looked him up and down, shook his head, turned around and walked again, as if he didn't care about him at all, and suddenly the red-haired young man was so angry that he screamed, wanting to rush over and reason with Ding Huo, but fortunately, a few gladiators around him stopped him.

"He's Fili. Ami followed Ding Huo and introduced it.

"Very famous?" Ding Huo asked casually, this red-haired boy has an impulsive personality, and he doesn't seem to be the kind he pretends to be, but a real simple-minded martial artist who can safely cultivate to the fourth level of martial arts, and he didn't die in the arena, in Ding Huo's opinion, it is already a miracle, but it is estimated that he will die sooner or later, and Ding Huo is too lazy to worry about a dead man.

"Khannibal's younger brother. Ami said simply.

Ding Huo stopped and looked at Ami in surprise: "Khannibal is so breakthrough as a gladiator to go into battle together as a brother?"

"It's a righteous brother, not a flesh and blood relative, but Khanibat is the king of gladiators, and no one dares to mess with Fili. Ami explained.

No wonder it's so arrogant.

"However, at such a young age, he has cultivated to the fourth level of martial arts, and this red-haired boy is also a talent. Ding Huo commented.

Hearing Ding Huo's words, Ami put his hand on his forehead and expressed his helplessness: "Hey, Ding Huo, although the red-haired boy is only eighteen years old, but you, you are only twenty years old, right? ”

Scold......

Ding Huo smiled a little awkwardly.

The two chatted while walking, and after a while, they had reached the end of the street at their feet, which was a very simple stone house, but the area was very large, without too much decoration, and there was no difference from other stone houses in the inner ring residential area.

If it weren't for the few gladiators guarding outside, it's hard to believe that this is the residence of Khannibal, the king of gladiators.

Ami smiled and greeted the guards, and led Ye Hao into the stone house.

It was very cold inside the stone house.

As soon as he entered, Ding Huo felt a kind of damp and cold air, much lower than the temperature outside, and then took a closer look, there were ice piles in every corner of the stone house, and the wisps of cold air emanated from the ice, so that the entire stone house could not feel the heat of the desert environment at all.

Ice is rare in the desert, and it is also sold in the gladiatorial arena, and it is very expensive.

A fist-sized piece of ice costs a moonstone.

Although water is a martial artist, ice crystals can also be condensed in vitro, but those ices are inedible, and these are clearly edible and natural ice.

Using natural ice to keep the heat away is a luxury.

Ding Huo commented in his heart.

After a few more steps inside, there were ice piles all over the road, and finally after a turn, Ding Huo met the king of gladiators, Khannibal.

After seeing Khannibal, Ding Huo subconsciously rubbed his eyes, this action was a little difficult, after all, he was wearing an iron mask, so he turned his head to look at Ami.

Ami nodded responsibly.

Ding Huo was a little shocked.

The little old man in front of him, huddled in a small stone room, with gray hair and a withered face, wrapped in thick fur, is the legendary tenth-level warrior, the strongest gladiator, and the king of gladiators, Khannibal?

Is...... Incredible.

Ding Huo knew that Ami couldn't be joking with him, but he was really shocked.

"Iron Mask Boy, sit down. Khannibal ignored Ding Huo's gaffe and pointed to the silk mat in front of him, his tone a little commanding.

Ding Huo didn't respond, just looked at Khannibal: "What is the matter?"

Although it is not 'very polite' to accept Khannibal's invitation because of Ami's face, Ding Huo has no habit of being subservient, and the name of the so-called king of gladiators is meaningless to him.

"Huh. Khannibal's dry laughter was as unpleasant as the chirping of a ghoul vulture, "Iron-masked boy, if you weren't injured, I'd have taught you a lesson now!"

"You can try it now. Ding Huo was unceremonious, of course, it was inevitable that he would despise the old man in front of him, and Ding Huo couldn't even feel the Force fluctuations on his body.

There is no Force fluctuation, which means that there is no Force Pearl, that is, in Ding Huo's eyes, this Khannibal is not even a warrior.

This is unlikely.

Ding Huo's feeling is not wrong.

At this moment, Ding Huo's Force Level is only level four, generally speaking, he can detect the Force level of a sixth-level martial artist, and beyond level six, he will feel a Force aura that is either heavy as a mountain, or as sharp as water, or as ethereal as wind, or as fiery as fire, and cannot detect the specific level.

But it's impossible not to feel the breath of the Force at all.

Khannibal is supposed to be a water warrior.

What's going on?

Look at this appearance, it seems that he is sick and the Force is exhausted?

"Hehe, iron-masked boy, do you look down on me for this sick seedling?" Khannibal said with a strange smile, "Tell you, even if I look like this, defeating you is just stretching out my fingers!"

Airs!

Ding Huo couldn't bear Khannibal's arrogance anymore, turned around, and was about to leave.

At this moment, Ding Huo suddenly felt a night wolf cry behind him, and the cry was like a spike, straight into Ding Huo's heart and lungs, making the hairs on his back stand on end, and he subconsciously sacrificed his pet eggs, activated the bloodthirsty aura, and closed his palms, and the fire force in his body jumped violently......

However, after repeated gladiatorial fights before, the injuries in the meridians were still not good, and at this moment, the heavenly fire was transformed, and the fire force in the body boiled into a disaster, which made Ding Huo's internal organs burn, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Even so, Ding Huo still turned around.

I saw a wolf head composed of pure ice and snow, roaring, at this moment, the danger that Ding Huo felt was far greater than when he used the ice spear in the face of mercury, this ice and snow wolf head was not as powerful as the ice spear, but its power was far greater!

Ding Huo couldn't resist.

The head of the ice and snow wolf also stopped in front of Ding Huo, and Ji'er dissipated, leaving only one finger, dotted in the air, and the owner of this finger was the sick seedling Khan Nibal.

"How?" Khannibal asked.

“...... Very strong. Ding Huo admitted, and was surprised to see that the extremely strong water that broke out in Khannibal's body just now belonged to the Force, and at this moment Khan Nibal disappeared again without a trace, and Khan Nibal at this moment seemed to be an ordinary person, or the kind that was seriously ill.