"What the hell do you want to do?" Constance Dante's face was extremely ugly, and even if he said so, he could almost guess what would happen next.

"As I said before, the possibilities for everyone in Novgorod are endless. Even in the black zone. Shuvalov bent down and whispered in Consdante's ear: "As long as you survive, you and your friends will be safe and sound." ”

At the same time, in the amphitheater, the black mecha raised the huge mechanical arm to push the atmosphere of the entire venue to the extreme, and all the spectators also raised their hands and shouted the name of the gladiator.

"Romanoff!"

"Romanoff!"

Both men and women, they are shouting the name that belongs to the winner!

Spectators raised their fists and thumbs down, a frenzied gambling activity that, while very different from the ancient gladiatorial competitions, still retains an ancient rule. Thumb up means appreciation, thumb down means punishment, and in ancient Rome, when a duel between a slave and a prisoner was decided, it was not the winner who decided the life or death of the loser, but the most honorable Roman nobleman on the stage. If the nobleman is pointing his thumb down, he must kill his own defeated men, whether the victor wants it or not.

And the black mecha also opened its arms, as if to welcome the applause and cheers of the people on the stage.

Although of course they won't kill the losers now, these nobles who are addicted to their own ** are very happy to see the losers suffer.

But Romanloff did not immediately make a move, but turned his attention to the side of Cons, Dante and Shuvalov.

Apparently he is again letting Shuvalov take the idea, in the current situation. The loser probably won't be able to hold his blow at all. It's just that at the moment, it seems that no matter whether the bet is lost or won, it seems that they are very eager to vent their emotions by punishing the loser by Romanlov.

Finally, Shuvalov raised his fist and threw his thumb downward. The man had been going to have the gladiator's injuries checked, but now it seemed that there was no need for that.

Now that Shuvalov gave the order, the gladiator named Shuvalov knew that he could not refuse.

With applause and cheers, the black mecha lifted the white mecha that had fallen to the ground high.

"Romanlov! Romanoff! Once again, the audience shouted the names of the gladiators, and they could finally see the thrilling and violent scene. It's just that in the ears of Constance Dante, their voices are so hideous that they are chilling.

There was a bang from behind the mecha, which was the roar of the mecha's power core at full strength, and the nozzle on the back of the black mecha was seen to emit dense white steam, which blurred the audience's vision.

And the next moment, something instantly cut through the dense mist, it was the white body in Romanlov's hand, with a loud bang, and the white mecha fell deep into the center of the gladiatorial arena. What a violent blow!

And this blow also pushed everyone's to the most!

Screams, applause, one after another! More gold coins are spilled, which is their separate reward for the invincible gladiators in front of them!

At this time, the host also held a microphone in his hand and announced loudly: "Sure enough, everyone is looking forward to it!" This time, the victor is the king of our gladiatorial battles - Mr. Romanlov! Under the host's roar, the screams of the audience became even more violent.

This is already the sixth victory! All the viewers knew that maneuvering a mech was a huge burden on the body and mind, but the gladiator in front of him still looked energetic, and his car was like a wild monster.

"This is the sixth of ten wheel battles, and today is the last performance of our gladiator king, and after today, whether it is success or failure, he will bid farewell to our stage and leave the legend to the new king. Girls and gentlemen! Are you ready to support Romanlov to continue his undefeated streak, or are you willing to believe that the new king will ascend to the throne today following the defeat of the old king? The odds are now 1:5, make your choice! The man instigated the spectators who were crazy because of the atmosphere, and the scantily clad woman also walked up to the spectators at this time and twisted her waist to ask the spectators to bet. Although Shuvalov is a gang leader, he is also a good businessman, and he knows how to regulate the emotions of the audience at such times to maximize his own interests.

"It won't be long before you take your turn, Consitor Dante-kun!" The man smiled suddenly, but the appearance on this man's face would only make people feel a chill.

This bastard! Constance Dante gritted his teeth, and his nails were pinching his palms white.

He couldn't figure out the intentions of the man in front of him, but if it was just for the little man Hassan, Constance Dante would never believe it, but why did the other party kill him, he chose this way.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next fight will continue in five minutes, and it will be interesting to see if Romanloff can successfully defend his title! ”

The so-called Ten Wheel Wars were a trial, and in ancient Rome, gladiators were not eligible to retire, and the only way was to complete the trials of the Wheel Wars at the behest of the master of the arena, and only by winning them all could he become a freedman. And today's underground casinos in Novgorod naturally do not have this set. But this is what Romanlov would have to do if he wanted to get a big prize after he quit, but if he lost, he would not have wanted anything in the show, including the audience's reward.

At first, no one believed that Romanloff could win, but at this moment, the king of gladiatorial fights, who had won six games in a row, was still extremely excited. This makes more people believe that he can really complete his great undefeated record!

The mecha slowly docked to the side, only to see the hatch open, and the personnel of the logistics team trotted in from the outside, for the safety of the spectators, there was a huge iron fence between the stands and the arena.

Constance Dante saw a young face exposed, apparently, it was just a child, but ten years old. But he was really the gladiator who was driving the mecha to fight frantically just now.

At this moment, from behind Constance Dante came the cold voice of Shuvalov.

"Take him down and prepare!"

"This is the ninth person to appear?" The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man next to him looked at his boss and asked in surprise. He didn't expect that Shuvalov would temporarily choose a young man who walked with a limp to play.

"But what about Romanlov? If he wins・・・・・・ "The man was a little hesitant, although it was the criterion they set to win all ten wheel battles, but how could they let people win easily in peace, in fact, no one had ever been able to successfully win, but if this kid was allowed to go up, he was afraid that there would be an accident.

"Don't worry, with the number ten, it will be fine. Romanloff was not going to get the freedom and victory he wanted. Don't think about it! Shuvalov's voice was cold, and he looked at the black mecha below with a slight sneer on his face. (To be continued.) )