"Hit, rip his bones off his legs!"

Blood spilled like red wine on the sand of the arena, and the raging Gauls and stout Numidians scuffled together. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Klein is right, the horror here is beyond Zhang Ce's imagination. is a completely inhuman fight, and the audience still watches it with relish.

The Gauls held the Numidians from behind, and the Numidians had been resisting, but both sides were left unarmed, perhaps having been knocked out of each other's previous battles, and now, two equally savage gladiators were engaged in hand-to-hand combat on the edge of the ring.

Amid the frantic shouts of the audience, the Gauls bowed their heads and bit off the ears of the Numidian gladiators! The Numidian gladiator screamed, and the place where the black ears should have been grown instantly turned into a blur of flesh. A large amount of blood is pouring out of the wound.

And the "victorious" Gaul bit the other's ear, took it in his mouth and made a victorious move. The field immediately erupted in revelry. Some gamblers, after winning their bets, even excitedly threw gold coins at the Gaul who made the winning move.

However, the gladiatorial fight is not over yet, and as long as the opponent is not dead, this gladiatorial match will continue indefinitely. This is the rule of the underground arena.

Just when everyone thought that the Gauls had won the victory, the Numidian, who had just covered his ears and screamed, suddenly rushed forward and pushed the Gallic gladiator who was raising the victory gesture on the field.

The next moment, the stout Numidian gladiator stretched out his blood-stained hands, clenched his fists, and unleashed a stormy blow at the Gauls on the ground.

The upper body was crushed under the Numidian, and the Gauls could not move, and when the first punch fell, the eyes of the Gauls were almost crippled, and blood burst out of their sockets. Like a bright red corpse trembling under the fists of a savage Numidian, the Gallic gladiator kept shaking, but it was not resistance, but was beaten to pulp by the black man on his body.

A few minutes later, a large amount of blood poured out of the body of the Gaul on the ground like a cracked kettle, staining the body of the Numidian gladiator, and then the audience knew who was the winner.

In the astonishment of everyone, Numidia tore off the ear that had been bitten in the mouth by the Gaul, and then swung the last punch and knocked the Gaul's face beyond recognition......

Unlike the regular gladiatorial arena on the ground, Zhang Ce clearly saw the entire gladiatorial fight process on the side. It is better to say that it is a gladiatorial fight, but it is better to say torture and killing...... Standing on the edge of the Death Arena, Zhang Ce experienced for the first time what Klein said at that time, there was simply a demon cave, a demon cave of blood.

"Below, you will see an epic showdown between Aduneus, a bull warrior from Spain, and Arex, a batar warrior from Thrace. They will have an epic battle here. ”

The corpses of the Gauls were dragged away, and immediately a clearing was left in the field, and this clearing, covered with gravel and fine sand, was stained everywhere with the blood of other gladiators, which were undoubtedly the blood stains left by the previous gladiators after their wrestling battles, and judging by the blood splattered everywhere, how terrible the gladiatorial battles had taken place here.

Zhang Ce was pushed onto the platform of the underground arena. The handcuffs were temporarily opened, and there were only two weapons to choose from - a rusty scythe and a stout wooden stick.

After the host shouted Zhang Ce's name, the audience suddenly erupted in a mocking cry. Obviously, Zhang Ce's body was too weak, at least in front of the barbarians. How could such a gladiator withstand a punch from a barbarian like a bull.

In an instant, everyone bet almost on the Thracians who appeared next.

"Below, rejoice, rejoice for our Thracian beasts."

Seeing Zhang Ce's body, the host of the underground arena obviously didn't want to waste his tongue on Zhang Ce, but directly shouted the name of the gladiator of Lacey - Erix.

When the Batar warriors appeared, the atmosphere of the audience was ignited. It was a beast as thick as a bull. The Batar warrior was wrapped in armor, and like the heavily armed gladiators Zhang Ce had seen in the arena before, there was no trace of pity or kindness in the eyes of this beast, only a strong killing intent, as if his bloodthirsty desire could be satisfied in a feast of blood.

The gladiators in the underground arena may need to be packaged, the rich people pack their slaves better, equipped with armor and shields, and the rich people, maybe the gladiators are themselves, such people often only go to the arena to choose the pitiful weapons, just like Zhang Ce now, the only weapons to choose are two, a wooden stick and a sickle. Even, after seeing the Thracian mercenary appear, the host even took away the sickle, leaving only the big wooden stick that was extremely rough.

A thick wooden stick to defeat this buffalo man wrapped in iron armor? You're not kidding, are you?

Zhang Ce was a little speechless, however, the battle had to go on. In the underground arena, there are two people when you come in, and only one person when you go out.

After crossing his hands in a sign of etiquette, Zhang Ce and the Thracian bull collided......

This in itself was an unfair battle, and the Thracian gladiators slammed Zhang Ce into the edge of the arena at the first charge, a bloodstained wall.

This kind of momentum, before it opened, had completely crushed Zhang Ce.

The underground arena is a small place where you can fight, equivalent to a modern boxing ring, unlike an amphitheater on the ground, which has an open flat ground for gladiators to run and jump.

Here, more often than not, fighting is done by brute force rather than agility.

"Come on, little fresh meat."

Stimulated by the crowd's shouting atmosphere, the Thracian gladiators were even more excited. The weak Roman in front of him was almost a lump of flesh in his eyes, a lump of flesh trembling under the knife and axe.

"Roar."

The barbarian roared angrily and pounced, and Zhang Ce nervously dodged. The next moment, the assassination of the Thracian gladiators fell short. And Zhang Ce had already appeared behind him, the wooden stick was held high and smashed down, and there was a muffled sound above the helmet, which was the sound of the wooden stick hitting the iron armor, and it was replaced by a two-handed sword, maybe it could cut off the helmet that was not strong, but what Zhang Ce was holding in his hand was a wooden stick.

No matter how powerful a stick is, it is impossible to break a piece of iron armor, and you think you are a Germanic bear child?

The Thracian gladiator was knocked on the back of the head, and the helmet trembled and did not fall. But the barbarian turned around and pounced on Zhang Ce.