A huge net fell from the sky and landed firmly on the saber-toothed tiger's head. Feeling the restraint on his head, the saber-toothed tiger roared and tried to stop, but the huge inertia still dragged its body straight into Basson.

Barson quickly raised his left hand to block his chest.

Touch! The huge force directly knocked Barson several meters away, and the round shield in his left hand was also directly split and scattered to the ground.

Kill! Blanes roared angrily, seized the pause at the moment when the saber-toothed tiger collided with Barson, and used all his strength to stab the spear in his hand into the saber-toothed tiger's waist. The sharp tip of the spear cut through the saber-toothed tiger's fur and stabbed into the saber-toothed tiger's body.

Sensing the threat of death, the saber-toothed tiger struggled violently. Blanes clenched the spear in his hand to stab it deeper.

Syllable! The sound of wood breaking. Blanes looked desperately at the broken spear, the head still trapped in the saber-toothed tiger's body, but the pole couldn't resist the tremendous force that broke apart.

Roar! The saber-toothed tiger broke free from the rope and pounced on Blanes, who posed a great threat to it. And Blanes was still in shock, he didn't have time to dodge, and he was thrown to the ground all of a sudden, weighing hundreds of kilograms on his body, Blanes instantly spit out a stream of blood and died.

The saber-toothed tiger, which was stained with Blanes's blood, did not pause, and reflexively pounced on Zarate, who was defenseless at this time. The result can be imagined, but in just one breath, Salat is in a different place.

The saber-toothed tiger gasped, and the blood on his body dripped down drop by drop, not only the blood sprayed by the previous warriors, but also the blood that flowed from the saber-toothed tiger's wounds.

Barson struggled to his feet from the ground, his left hand pulled weakly down. The impact just now had already broken his left hand directly. But his right hand, always holding the sword, is dead.

The saber-toothed tiger did not immediately attack Barson, but kept pacing around Barson, looking for an opportunity and recovering his strength.

Barson watched the saber-toothed tiger's movements intently, not daring to relax a little.

At this time, the gladiatorial arena gradually calmed down eerily, and everyone was paying attention to the final gladiatorial battle between Barson and the saber-toothed tiger. Who will survive to the end? Is it the tenacious Barson, or the fierce and cruel saber-toothed tiger?

Finally, as if to regain its strength, the saber-toothed tiger roared, and its thick hind limbs kicked the ground violently. The huge body rose into the air and rushed towards Barson with a gust of fishy wind.

The saber-toothed tiger's body has not yet arrived, but the air flow has blown in front of Barson, who roared angrily, took two steps forward, and suddenly became shorter. In a sliding shovel, it swept under the saber-toothed tiger's body, while the long sword in his hand was erected and slashed over the softest belly of the saber-toothed tiger.

Plopped, the saber-toothed tiger fell to the ground heavily, blood slowly oozing from under its body.

Wow! The entire gladiatorial arena instantly erupted in cheers, and even Edward couldn't help but get up from his seat and cheer excitedly.

Barson gasped heavily, he had used up all his strength just now, and at this time he only felt that his hands and feet were very sore, and even the long sword in his hand felt like he couldn't hold it.

Hiss! Suddenly, nearly 10,000 spectators in the gladiatorial arena gasped in unison, and even brought up a trace of airflow. But no one paid any attention to this, because the saber-toothed tiger, which had fallen to the ground, actually got back to its feet.

The saber-toothed tiger stared at Barson, the blood under its stomach was as fast as water, but it didn't feel it, as if it wanted to die, and it wanted to pull the enemy in front of it.

With the last of his strength, the saber-toothed tiger rushed towards Barson, blood dripping from his stomach beneath his feet.

Barson watched in despair as the saber-toothed tiger rushed towards him, he didn't want to fight anymore, his comrades around him had died, even if he could survive, what else was waiting for him except humiliation. Barson closed his eyes and enjoyed the last moments of his life.

Captain! A cry of surprise woke Barson up. When Barson opened his eyes, he saw the double-knife warrior who had broken his ribs with a tail. At this time, the two-knife warrior ignored his injuries and threw himself on the saber-toothed tiger, and the saber-toothed tiger had to slow down.

Barson's eyes widened with rage, and his eyes cracked. The long sword in his hand was raised high and aimed at the saber-toothed tiger's gaping jaw. With that incomparable impact, a sword pierced the heart.

A man and a tiger fell together at the same time, never moving again.

The entire gladiatorial arena suddenly fell silent, and there was an eerie calm at the scene of nearly 10,000 people. I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Stand up!"

Then one person, two people, ten people, a hundred people. Gradually, more and more people shouted to stand up!

I don't know if it's the strength of the crowd or Barson's own life, amid the shouts of everyone, Barson tremblingly got up from the saber-toothed tiger's corpse.

His left hand was still in a strange position, and Barson smiled happily, laughing louder and louder, and finally burst into laughter.

At this time, the audience in the gladiatorial arena raised their right hands with their thumbs pointing upward. This gesture means that the audience is asking for the person to live.

This is the rule of the gladiatorial arena, when the gladiator is over, if the gladiator has not died, the audience decides the life and death of the gladiator through gestures. If you have your thumb up, you will live, and if your thumb is down, you will die.

The host of the gladiatorial arena saw the gestures of the audience, quietly approached Edward, and asked softly, "Your Highness, what do you say?"

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Edward's mouth, and he said to the host: "Didn't you say that there is a new person named Dragon Slayer?" Tell him to come and execute him!"

The moderator nodded and commanded the person next to him. The attendant beside him got the order, quickly stepped down from the high platform, and set it up.

"If everyone wants him to live, why do you want him to die?" Gloria naturally heard the conversation between Edward and the host, and couldn't help but ask indignantly.

Edward frowned and glanced at Gloria, and said impatiently, "Since he has been seriously injured and has a broken hand, it is no longer useful."

Gloria suddenly felt a sour feeling in her heart, and at this moment, Barson, who was laughing heartily under the stands, seemed to be herself. The feeling of being involuntary is exactly the same. The kind of situation that once it loses its value, it will be ruthlessly abandoned, as if it is Gloria's tomorrow.

Gloria's hands clutched her skirt tightly, using all her strength to block the emotions surging in her heart. The maid on the side seemed to notice that something was wrong with Gloria, and reached out and gently stroked Gloria's back.

With a deep exhalation, Gloria finally controlled her emotions and did not lose her temper in front of everyone. "Miss, you have done a good job, my lord will be proud of you." The maid said respectfully on the side.

Gloria sighed softly, but her eyes looked inexplicably into the distance.