The heavy iron door reopened, and Constance walked into the central hall under the watchful eye of a team of guards. One of the leading guards threw a sword at Constance before exiting the arena with the other guards.

Hush! The entire arena erupted in boos, and it was obvious that the audience was very dissatisfied with the shameless behavior of the arena, and expressed their contempt to the fullest.

Constance raised his head slightly and looked around at the huge gladiatorial arena, which still exuded the grandeur of the Sun King's era even after nearly a thousand years of wind and frost.

Constance picked up the sword in front of him and walked towards Barson. The shoe rubbed against the sand under his feet, making a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Come on." After Barson said this, he closed his eyes.

However, the end has not yet come.

"You're a warrior. Which tribe?" A low, magnetic voice came out of Constance's mouth.

Barson struggled to open his eyes, the intense and tense battle consumed his whole body physical strength and spirit, and the physical pain continued to torture him.

"Wag."

Constance nodded, and thrust his sword into the ground. stepped forward and put Barson's right hand on his shoulder with one hand, and wrapped the other hand around Barson's waist, and forced Barson to lift him up from the ground.

Constance looked at the puzzled Barson, held his head high and said, "The battle is not over yet."

"What's going on?" Edward was very angry when he saw that Constance not only did not kill Barson, but also went to support him, which was to show contempt for the majesty of the prince.

The host immediately bent down and apologized: "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness, this dragon slayer has not been trained yet, so it is inevitable that he will be a little disobedient." Please give us a moment. ”

With that, immediately the opponent gave the order. "Quick, send a team of people to teach them a lesson!"

Gloria looked at Constance nervously, the clothes in her hands were tense and could tear at any moment. It seems that the person who is unwilling to follow fate at this moment and chooses to fight against fate is just like himself.

Soon, a squad of six entered the venue with spears in hand.

"Kill him! Otherwise, you're the one who dies!" The leading captain, holding the sword at his waist, issued an ultimatum to Constance.

Constance let go of Barson and glanced sideways at the six-man squad with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Hahaha, Constance laughed insolently. The laughter overshadowed the noisy shouts in the arena, knowing that he was the only one in the audience.

"Look for death!" The squad leader shouted angrily, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed.

"Up!"

The six men rushed towards Constance at the same time, five spears pointed straight at Constance's chest.

With a flick of his right hand, Constance took out his sword and flew towards one of the guards on his right at lightning speed.

Poof. The sword went straight into the throat.

Constance's eyes lit up, almost emitting an incomparably sharp light, and he quickly took a few steps to grab the spear of the guard, who was already powerless to struggle. With a heavy horizontal throw, he directly knocked the rest of the spears away.

The first!

Next, Constance looked at the squad leader.

The team leader watched in horror as Constance rushed straight towards him, he didn't expect Constance to leave like this.

At such a moment of distraction, the spear pierced through the throat.

Ahem, ahem. The surging blood gushed out uncontrollably. The squad leader clutched the spear around his neck in despair as he watched Constance reflexively kill the remaining four.

Next!

Fast! It's just too fast. The six-man squad was all equipped with sophisticated weapons and armor, but they were slashed by Constance in the blink of an eye. Constance's sword was steady, each sword piercing through the cracks in the armor and then drawing out with blood, without a hesitation, without a pause. Watching Constance fight is like a dance.

Rogson watched Constance kill all of his teammates in an instant, and the fear in his heart was like a giant demon devouring his heart in one bite.

Yes! Rogson screamed like crazy and ran backwards. He didn't dare to fight Constance, not even to look at it. Now he just wants to get out of here, out of this killing machine.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his chest, and his body was taken out uncontrollably and fell heavily to the ground. The sensation of heat came as a result of the rubbing of the skin against the gravel. But he was more concerned about the pain in his chest. But the last of his strength could not make him lower his head.

That little bit of strength can only be used, close your eyes.

The last one!

Constance threw the spear in his hand and watched as the last of the guards were pierced by the spear, as if he had done something insignificant.

Constance's performance provoked a whole cheer from the audience, so they didn't care who was killed, as long as they had fun.

"Bastard! Send someone again, and you must kill him!" The host of the gladiatorial arena can no longer maintain his composure, and it is absolutely intolerable for a slave to dare to resist!

The iron doors on both sides reopened, and the sound of heavy horses' hooves came from behind the doors.

On the one hand, the four knights slowly walked out of the shadows inside the iron gate.

Constance picked up the spear beside him, vigilantly on guard.

There was a neighing of the horses, and the hooves of the horses kicked the ground impatiently, as if they also knew that a big battle was coming.

Get ready!

When the order came, the knight put down the mask on his face and tightened the spear in his hand, and the sound of heavy breathing resonated in the helmet, adding to the sense of crisis.

The spectators in the stands watched Constance nervously, wondering if the heroic slave would survive the battle.

Edward looked at Constance excitedly, and screamed uncontrollably in his heart. Come on, Constance, and let me see what kind of warrior the so-called dragon slayer really is!

Gloria is also watching Constance nervously, not only in Constance's battle, but also in her fate.

Finally, a short horn sound broke the almost suffocating scene.

The knights on both sides urged the remaining horses, constantly accelerating, and sprinting towards Constance in the center of the gladiatorial arena.

Constance, who was under everyone's gaze, calmly waited for the arrival of the knights.

Fifty meters, he didn't move.

Thirty meters, he still didn't move.

Twenty meters, he still didn't move.

Eight knights on two sides formed two thick walls, leaving no room for squeezing through. Just when everyone thought that Constance had given up the confrontation and was going to die under the charge of the knights.

Constance moved.

Like an agile cheetah, Constance lowered his body, and after a simple run of two steps forward, he plunged the spearhead in his hand into the earth, and with great force pressed the wooden spear shaft out of an arc.

Collapse! Constance used the elastic force of the spear shaft to fly with a single shot. Below was a whistling knight, Constance with his head down and his feet up. Leaping over the knight's head amid the exclamations of the audience.

Sigh! Constance's unexpected movement caught the knights off guard, desperately tightening the reins to prevent them from colliding with the opposite knight.

Constance, however, won't wait for them to get ready again. Sitting lightly behind the knight, he slammed his rifle directly into the vest of a knight. This was not the end, as the spear in Constance's hand shook, and the spear was drawn by Constance as if it had been greased, and then two more stabbing blows.

This time it was not the knight who stabbed him, but the horse's butt.

The war horse, which felt the severe pain, galloped uncontrollably with the knights above in horror. Suddenly, the knights on both sides huddled together, causing a wave of chaos.

In the midst of the confusion, a knight was thrown off his horse by a leaping horse, and Constance saw his chance and fired him with a spear.

At this time, two knights finally broke away from the chaotic battlefield and rushed towards Constance again. The riding spear in his hand glittered in the sunlight and stabbed at Constance with unparalleled force. Everyone knows that once they are stabbed, it will be the fate of the body.

Constance, who felt the threat of death, did not have a trace of fear, but showed a bloodthirsty smile. Just as the lance was about to stab, Constance rolled on a donkey to dodge the spear's head, and the spear in his hand swept across the front legs of the two knights.

The horse's charge was blocked, and he tripped over the spear, unable to control his balance and fell to the ground helplessly. The two knights were uncontrollably carried out by the huge inertia. Coupled with the dozens of kilograms of armor, it slammed heavily on the ground. This time it is estimated that it is at least a broken tendon and a broken bone.