From the extremely oppressive space to the open arena, the vision is freed, the cold air pours into the lungs and then into the limbs, the breath begins to heat the temperature of the body, and the agitated blood seems to gradually boil and burn under the skin everywhere.

The circular field is surrounded by marble stairs that rise up to the top of the view, but are now empty like abandoned children.

Vadubo glanced up, and there were only two red-robed deacons.

He was surprised and said, "There are no viewers...... and he turned to look at the entrance of the passage opposite, his expression slightly serious.

If there is no audience in the fight arena, it only means one thing.

In the fighting competition, in order to prevent information such as their own fighting methods and combat skills from being exposed in advance, a powerful fighting team can request the forbidden deacon to close the venue by paying a certain percentage of money, and not allow a single spectator to enter the arena.

It is impossible for the slaves and death row inmates team to have such treatment, so the identity of the other party must be a free team, and it is a team that has never shown its face!

In terms of rules, once the executed slave team rushes to the throne level of the arena, they can return to the free people and enjoy all the glory and rewards given by the free team in the arena.

But the actual situation is that although some slave teams with high strength are really sharp at the beginning, as they climb up step by step, their strengths and weaknesses will be exposed to other teams one by one, and they can't fully understand each opponent because of their own limitations, which is one of the reasons why many slave groups can't go to the high-level arena.

Of course, another important reason for this is that most of the slave teams use more brutal and bloody ways to please the viewers in order to be sought after by the viewers, which makes them very violent and savage in the impression of people.

And the higher the arena, the more revered the identity of the spectators, they do not like to watch these simple chase and kill methods that only civilians like.

So in many ways, the slave regiment was destined to be a stepping stone in the arena.

Their tournament rewards are nothing more than more weapons to choose from, better food to eat, and more space to live in.

But that's all, if you don't want to expose your team's information, you can choose to take the initiative to take a step back, which will be even more detrimental to them.

So the situation of the slave team is just like the slogan that Wadubo had previously called.

To survive!

Russell looked around the venue, with a look of unwillingness and loss, beat his chest and said: "God don't open your eyes, there are no beautiful women to cheer for a handsome bard like me, it's too boring." ”

The dwarf Andu raised the hammer in his hand, which was about his size, and let out a mocking snort from his nose.

The other teammates all smiled, thinking that they were already familiar with such nonsense like Russell, and they were not at all dignified before the fight began, but full of ease.

This is not that they despise their opponents, but a feeling of indifference to life and death.

"Qiang ...... Quack quack ......"

On the other side, the iron fence gate, which had seemed to be lifeless, suddenly opened like the mouth of a giant beast, revealing its hideous face in the crunch of metal.

A total of five people dressed in black sleeveless demon shark skin armor, holding odd-shaped shields and spears trotted out all the way, the first one was about forty years old, with a face of vicissitudes and precipitation, his eyes were cold, and his exposed arms were painted with the tattoos of the Neptune Demon Shark, looking strong and strong.

This person quickly arrived in front of them, slammed the shield in his hand to the ground, made a "bang" sound, and his blue eyes swirled around the faces of Wadubo and the others, but stayed on Luo Lan's masked face for a moment, his eyes flickering.

"My name is Monesco, the captain of the Demon Shark Squad, Team Liberty. He spoke calmly, not in a hurry, and it could be seen that he was a person with an organized mind and a person whose emotions were not easy to fluctuate.

Russell leaned into Vadubo's ear and said, "It's the pirate group of the Southern Gulf." ”

Although his voice was quiet, I believe that the audience could hear it clearly without the influence of the noise.

Monesco's face did not change in the slightest like a stone carving, so that people could not see any signs, he looked at Vadubo, and said in a condensed voice: "Captain Vadubo, I think it is most appropriate to win the opponent and preserve the strength at the same time in any fight, what do you think?"

Wadubo's eyes widened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Fighting alone?"

"Yes!" Monesko nodded solemnly, "We will each pick three fighters and decide the winner in a best-of-three battle." ”

Fighting alone is a way for two squads to fight in order to avoid consuming too much of their strength in a fierce collision.

This should only be done if there is no viewer present.

From this, it can be seen that the Demon Shark Squad is prepared this time.

Wadubo glanced at the five men again, showing a thoughtful expression, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "I agree!"

"Good!" Monesko did not dragged himself, he immediately turned his head to the deacon in the stands, raised his hands and raised his index finger in each of them.

It was a gesture asking for solitude, and the deacon looked at Vadubo, who extended a fist to the front in approval.

The two forbidden deacons glanced at each other, stretched out their palms diagonally, made a slashing motion, and said at the same time, "Allow!"

Vadubo and Monesco's eyes collided like swords in the air, and they each stepped away and returned to their own team to decide who to fight alone.

Russell shaved his beard with his fingers and mused, "Captain, I noticed that Monesco was paying attention to the 'mask' just now. He directly gave Luo Lan a nickname, but it was also very appropriate.

The dwarf Andu muttered and said, "It's strange for anyone to wear a mask. ”

Wadubo waved his hand, shook his head, and said, "No, it was the 'mask' that just came to the team today that surprised them. ”

He looked at the crowd and lowered his voice, "What does this say? It shows that they know everything about our squad! ”

Luo Lan looked at the Demon Shark team, these people didn't seem to have any significant characteristics except for their thick hands and feet and the unique weapons they used, with such a team, it seemed that only team battles were the most suitable for them, so their purpose of proposing single battles was by no means as simple as it seemed.

Wadubo clasped his hands in front of his chest and muttered: "The first game is by Andu, his defense is the strongest among us, we need time to see their combat characteristics and offensive methods, so Andu's first purpose is to prolong the game as long as possible, so that we can observe their weaknesses, and then the game will be won or lost." He obviously also thinks that since the other five people look similar, then the combat methods should also be similar, so it is safest to find out their ways first.

The dwarf Andugao raised his huge hammer in the air, his face confident.

"The second game, played by Stitch. When Wadubo said the name of the man, nicknamed "The Cutter", Luo Lan noticed that everyone took it for granted, as if he had won, and couldn't help but pay more attention to the man who was still playing with the knife in his hand. The latter, sensing his gaze, raised his head and smiled strangely at him.

"As for the last person...... Russell seemed to have a supporting role as a brain in the team, he kept rubbing his beard and mused: "Since all of us may be understood by the other party, in order to win by surprise, I think the third game should be put on the 'mask'!"

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent.

Entrust a game that almost decides life and death to someone who's known each other for a short time, and anyone else will.

Hearing this, Wadubo set his eyes on Luo Lan's mask, who was motionless, he stared for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: "I think it's feasible!" The strength of the 'mask' is not the key, the most important thing is that the Demon Shark team doesn't know anything about him!"

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PS:: I have a fever, it seems that there is a serious trend, and it looks like I am going to the hospital to hang up water in the afternoon......