In the dark cage, Considine and the man in the corner did not communicate again, but both looked at each other.

Constance Dante was able to sense the difference between the other side, an instinct cultivated during the long battle. But after all, this teenager is just manipulating the so-called mecha, and that kind of thing is just a toy in front of a real mecha, and how can it be compared to Constance Dante. The reckless men of the Colosseum, no matter how fierce they are, will not become real knights.

And at this moment, several men passed by carrying stretchers, and it was only twenty minutes before the battle began, and they didn't expect the winner to be decided so quickly.

On the stretcher, it can only be described as a piece of flesh lying in the shape of a human, the miserable state of blurred flesh and blood is difficult to look at, but after a simple treatment, the doctor covered it with a white cloth, and it is obvious that there is no need to rescue it.

Such a serious injury!

Even in gladiatorial competitions in underground casinos, such serious injuries rarely occur, after all, the mechs used in combat are only unarmed and not equipped with weapons, but it is clear that the body piloted by Alyosha has been severely damaged. Constance Dante didn't see the thrilling battles in the arena, but even so, they could feel the violent and bloody breath in them.

"See?" In the dark corner, the boy let out a grim sneer. "This is the difference between you and the King of Gladiators. Even if he is already the king who is about to take a curtain call, he is not something you cannon fodder can covet after all. ”

I saw that he was looking at the young man on the other side who had been trembling with disdain, as a gladiator, he was so timid.

Constance Dante frowned slightly, he didn't like the arrogance of the other party, but he didn't say anything, because until now he still hadn't figured out what kind of medicine Shuvalov was buying in the gourd.

"Joey, it's your turn!"

At this time, Basayev also came with the key, but he said to the young man who had been hiding in the dark in the corner.

Suddenly, the boy in the corner was stunned, he completely thought that he had misheard.

"Me? Right now! Joey looked at Basayev in disbelief, shouldn't he be the last one to pick the fruits of victory? But how could he let him go up on the eighth one, and those cannon fodder were behind him!

What the hell is this kidding?

"Did you get something wrong?" The boy couldn't keep his previous calm at the moment, he completely thought that it would be like this, "Could it be that Shuvalov has put his hope on these two wastes?" Or did he really want Romanloff to win? ”

"Of course you're on the scene, can I still be wrong about this kind of thing?" Basayev sneered and opened the iron barricade door and said: "Hurry up, don't waste time, the audience is still waiting for you!" If you can overturn Romanoff's words, why bother talking nonsense here with me here! You don't expect to defeat Romanov with cannon fodder at the bottom! There was a mockery in his voice, which made Joey's face blush.

"You, are you talking to me?" The young man's face showed a hideous face like a cannibal demon, and he roared angrily.

"Then step on Romanloff and become the king of gladiatorial battles and tell me this, I'm just a little person, like you yourself always say, 'The dice have been rolled.'" Since you have proposed to Lord Shuvalov to play, hello, what is there to complain about. ”

・・・・・・

The hatch of the mecha in the arena opened, and standing outside was a short teenager, who was as weak as a child due to his physical stunt, but he was the controller of the mecha that was like a god and demon just now. Even the audience on stage, who are laymen, know that it is the knights who are more terrible than the mechas. Because of this, as soon as Romanloff stepped out of the cockpit, screams and applause erupted in all directions.

The whole amphitheater is in a frenzy!

Although he is already twenty years old, Romanloff develops later than his peers during the long hours of gladiatorial competition. And his face did not have the fierceness and ferocity of the young people in the gladiatorial arena, but that face was too cold, without a trace of emotion, like the thin air on the mountain. He didn't seem to be happy that he had won seven in a row, let alone the flowers and applause that filled the room.

In his eyes, his enemies were not these gladiators who served as cannon fodder at all, and they could not even consume his strength. There was really only one enemy for him, and that was Shuvalov, who was watching him from the stage with a serpent-like gaze. That man was more dangerous than anyone else.

Today, however, Romanloff is completely out of his control, and his freedom will never be in the hands of others.

At this moment, the host used the loudspeaker to let out another incendiary shout.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our Gladiator King has won seven consecutive victories tonight, the first Gladiator King in a decade to get to where he is today! Whether he can win or not, he is worthy of the title of king! Please pay our respects to him! ”

The applause like a tide instantly flooded the entire arena, and more gold and silver coins were thrown down, and being able to support the seventh game was much beyond the expectations of the gamblers, and the big guys who made a lot of money did not mind spilling a small amount of money, but Romanloff remained indifferent and did not touch it in the slightest.

The host paused, and when the audience's enthusiasm subsided slightly, he shouted: "And next, whether our Romanloff can withstand the test of the eighth game and successfully defend the title, let's wait and see!" Audience, our eighth gladiator [Marauder] is here! ”

Following the direction of his finger, the audience on the stage craned their necks to look over.

The huge steam gate slowly opened, and the dense steam spewing from both sides obscured their vision, and they could only vaguely see a huge figure walking slowly.

Splitting the steam, what appeared to people was a crimson mecha, like a demon in hell. Compared to the previous mecha, this mecha was even more fierce and strong, and in an instant, the audience in the entire arena held their breath.

"Romanlov, you are my stepping stone to becoming the new king of gladiatorial fighting!" Through the speaker, Joey arrogantly issued his own declaration, provoking Romanloff in front of him.

However, in the eyes of the audience, he has this qualification, and the huge mecha in front of him is seven meters tall! Completely modified, this enhanced mech was a little intimidating even to the people in the stands. And can Romanloff really successfully defend his title?

However, Romanloff remained expressionless and walked slowly towards his car.

Suddenly, the young man raised his head and stared at the crimson demon god in front of him, with a trace of contempt on his face, and said softly: "What a fool, are you so eager to become someone else's slave?" With that, Romanloff got into the cockpit, and the power core burst into a deafening roar. (To be continued.) )