His name was Herita, perhaps because of his genetics, he was born with great strength, and his father was once a high-ranking gladiator of the Empire, who was framed and sacrificed in a political struggle, and since then Herita and his mother have become slaves of the Empire and sent to the town of Custer. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the age of sixteen, Blacktower was strong enough to be proud of his peers, and even adults older than him might not be able to defeat him. Now he has just turned eighteen, and while he is chasing power and freedom, he is strictly controlled by his mother.

She didn't want him to repeat his father's mistakes, and to survive in the empire, in addition to strength, it would take brains.

But in the end, control still outweighs political demands.

Every year, the Empire recruits gladiators from various federations to join the Imperial Alliance, and the federation selects from the big cities, and then down the level is a town like Custertown, and with a decree, the Black Tower finally sets foot on the road to the gladiatorial arena.

"My name is Li Zhan, what about you?" Li Zhan adjusted his breathing and asked at the Black Tower.

"Black Tower!" Heta replied simply, in addition to his usual work, he often listened to the slaves tell stories about the gladiators of the Empire, and also heard about his father's deeds. From their mouths, it was learned that his father was a man of few words, but a very powerful man.

Li Zhan looked at Heita's eyes, because of the murderous act just now and the desire for freedom and wealth, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshots, but now his bloodshot was gradually fading, and his originally clenched fists began to loosen.

"If you kill two more people, that guy will give you more than twenty gold coins, and I have to kill four more people, and the man with curly hair and flower clothes will give me fifty gold coins!" Li Zhan pointed to the seller of the Black Tower, and then to his seller, compared the positions of the two, and continued, "Now that we are in the alliance, you kill two more, I will kill four more, and then finally live together, and my gold coins will give you half!" ”

Half a gold coin?! Heita looked at Li Zhan in disbelief, half of the 50 gold coins, that is 25 gold coins, if he takes away another 25 gold coins, then there will be more than 50 gold coins, enough to live comfortably for a lifetime, and he can also have a very large manor, plus seven or eight slaves.

"Are you telling the truth?" Blacktower's alertness didn't let down, and he didn't believe anyone would be willing to trade 25 gold for Alliance cooperation. Those slaves would do such crazy things for 100 silver coins and a woman worth 2 gold coins, and this Li Zhan was actually willing to use 25 gold coins as a condition for the alliance.

Li Zhan found that although this black tower was tall and strong, he didn't look too smart, but now such a move made him feel that the other party was definitely not brainless.

"Those two slaves, I gave them to you!" Li Zhan pointed to the two slaves who had fallen to the ground, who had been injured when he had rushed out of the encirclement just now, and they had not been able to recover until now, and they had fallen to the ground.

The two slaves, who were powerless to fight back, looked at the black tower slowly walking towards them with desperate eyes, and let out a frightened scream: "No! No! Don't kill me! ”

In their eyes, the tall and sturdy Black Tower was a terrifying killing machine, and looking at the slaves who died tragically behind him, they seemed to feel that death had come.

"Bang! Boom! With two punches, the two slaves were completely cut off, their skulls were shattered, their brains flowed out of it, and the expression on their faces was unwilling, terrified.

"I believe in you!" After the black tower finished the two slaves, he patted his chest at Li Zhan, and then held his heart with his left hand and bowed to him. This was an important etiquette for gladiators, foreshadowing the respect that the other party would have for their friends.

At this moment, the spectator in the stands who bet on the Black Tower happily slapped the table and kept shouting: "Woo wow, woo wow!" ”

"Come here, big black man, Lao Tzu will give you gold coins, give you gold coins!" I saw him put the gold coin in his money bag, took it in his hand and pulled it hard, waving the money bag at the black tower, and the sound of clanging metal kept coming.

Blacktower trotted to the crowd's desk, only to see the spectator toss his money bag to Blacktower.

And at this time, the curly-haired spectator shouted at Li Zhan: "Stinky boy! Don't hurry up and do it for Lao Tzu! Four more, four more! ”

The spectator thought that Li Zhan didn't believe in himself and refused to do anything when he saw the money, so he dug out two handfuls of gold coins from the money bag, and then stacked them one by one, and counted them to him: "See, 50!" There are no less than one! ”

Li Zhan didn't pay attention to the person, but felt that the whole thing was not quite right.

At this moment, the seller of the Black Tower shouted to the official on the main platform, "Lord Mayor! Sell all the gold I won from that big black guy to that big guy and win! ”

"The master of the science fan family bets 1,000 gold coins on the big head!"

At the same time, Li Zhan and Heita went to the so-called big boss at the same time.

I saw that there were already twenty corpses of slaves lying around him, and even the corpse of a slave fighter.

Slave Fighter! A more powerful presence!

Li Zhan was shocked in his heart, this person's physical fitness was even better than that of the Black Tower, and he had killed so many people, and he had also killed a slave fighter, and now his breathing was still very steady, and his breath was not chaotic, obviously a slave fighter who had been in war for a long time.

What's even more worrying than this is that the Black Tower still has more than 20 gold coins on it, which is undoubtedly a bombshell in the gladiatorial arena, and all the remaining slave fighters have their eyes on the Black Tower, even those who are lucky enough to survive have their eyes on him.

All this is already evident, the greed for wealth in their eyes, that money bag is like a light in the night, and everyone longs for it!

"Black Tower! Throw away the money bag! Li Zhan is also very aware of the current situation, and the Black Tower, which has great wealth, will undoubtedly become the target of everyone.

No life, even if you have these more than 20 gold coins, what's the use?!

But instead of throwing away the money bag, the Black Tower tightly tied it around his waist: "Come on! ”

Why should he throw away the gold coins he had, this was what he deserved, and he had to protect his property, which was sometimes more precious than his life.

There were three slave fighters slowly approaching the Black Tower, and the slaves around them also began to expand the encirclement, gradually enclosing the Black Tower and Li Zhan into a semicircle.

"Black Tower!" The situation is too dangerous now, if Heita throws away the money bag, he still has a chance to save his life, but if he insists on covering the money bag, then he will definitely die.

"Kill!"

At this moment, several slaves took the lead in attacking, and they directly skipped Li Zhan, with only one target, that is, the black tower standing in the corner.

It was also because of this cry that the other slaves and slave fighters began to charge towards the Black Tower.

"Drink!" Li Zhan seized the gap, threw one of the charging slaves to the ground, punched him three times in the heart, and then broke the arm of the other slave, blasting his head with his knee.

After killing two slaves in a row, Li Zhan's aura had begun to be a little disordered, and he had some worries in his heart, causing his movements to become unruly, and when he killed the third slave, he found that the black tower had been surrounded by them, and the water was impassable.

At this time, Li Zhan couldn't care about the system's prompts, he felt that Heita was a powerful ally, as long as he threw away the money bag, his life could stay.

"Black Tower! Throw away the coins! This was the last time Li Zhan reminded the Black Tower, and then he saw three of the slave fighters attacking the Black Tower together.

Not only that, but all the slaves were fighting each other with fists, and they were fighting the Black Tower.

The Black Tower is tall and big, the target position is very obvious, almost all of the people's attacks can be hit smoothly, and the master is killed by random punches, and a large and powerful slave fighter like the Black Tower has also received heavy losses.

At first, he was able to fight back, and with his hard punches, several slaves were hit in the vital parts by him, and they immediately fell to the ground, incapacitated. But after all, he was only eighteen years old, and although his explosive power for a short period of time was enough, he was powerless to follow, and gradually changed from counterattacking to defending, and his body kept being hit by fists, and he had to protect his head to avoid head injury.

On the other side, the big-headed slave fighter clasped his hands around his chest and watched the scene quietly.

"Black Tower!"

"Li Zhan, go on!" At this moment, Heita suddenly threw the money bag out of the crowd and threw it to Li Zhan not far away.

Heita was finally woken up by the chaotic punch, and he could get 25 gold coins from Li Zhan without these more than 20 gold coins.

"Smack!" This money bag fell into Li Zhan's hand accurately, and at this time he was already full of black lines: "Heita, you are so sick!" ”

After scolding, he hurriedly opened the rope on the money bag, and then threw the gold coin into the sky, and the golden gold coin looked extremely dazzling in the sunlight.

Then he threw out the money bag in his hand.

When those slaves reacted, they saw more than 20 gold coins falling from the sky, and they grabbed them like crazy, never thinking that even if you grabbed them, they would still die here. At this time, Heita quickly moved closer to Li Zhan's side, and his eyes glared at the person behind Li Zhan.

"Black Tower! You..."Seeing Heita's angry face and staring behind him, Li Zhan also turned around to look and found that the big boy was less than three meters away from him.

This situation also shocked him, just now his attention was all on the black tower and the money bag, if he hadn't scattered the gold coins, now I am afraid that he would have died at the hands of that big man.

"You'll be left to me behind you, now it's time for you to kill!" Heita said solemnly, he pointed to the chaotic gladiatorial arena with his finger, and saw that those slaves were frantically scrambling for gold coins, now was a good opportunity for Li Zhan to start, "Don't forget, 25 gold coins!" ”

Li Zhan looked at the black tower in a daze: "You kid is not stupid!" ”