"Kill—" At this moment, the Tibetan slave raised his axe and slashed at Sangeran again.

An axe pierced Sangran's chest, and the Tibetan slaves became even more confident. He believed that if he attacked two more times, Sangran would surely become the ghost of his own axe. With this axe, if you win three games in a row tonight, you will be free tomorrow.

Cheng Dazhi was very cunning, he said different things to different slaves.

For sturdy gladiators like Sangran and Barrant, he said that if they won thirty games in a row, they would be free, while for gladiators like the Tibetan slaves, he said that they would be free if they won three in a row.

Therefore, for the powerful gladiators, thirty fights is not a dream, they can do it, which gives them the strength to aspire to victory. Three victories were also not a dream for the weaker slaves, they could do it if they were lucky, and it gave them the strength to desire victory.

This is the terrible thing about Cheng Dazhi, saying different things to people with different strengths, giving you hope, and at the same time using this hope to squeeze out your potential.

There was a long cut on Sanglan's chest, although the wound was not deep, but the blood flowed endlessly, but in a moment, his chest was already dyed red, coupled with his thick beard and unkempt hair, his whole person was like a demon god.

Seeing the Tibetan slave's battle axe slashing at him again, Sangelan retreated, and in a flash, he dodged the attack of the Tibetan slave again.

From the time the Tibetan slave got the axe just now, they had been fighting for half a pillar of incense, but he was always dodging the other party's attack, because he was barehanded and the other party had a sharp battle axe.

The audience who bought Sangran to win outside the stadium couldn't sit still a little, and couldn't stop roaring loudly, telling Sangran to stop dodging and immediately stepped forward to attack Tubo and try hard.

"Barbarian, you hide from your ma's head, quickly give it to Lao Tzu, kill this bastard."

"Bastard, you dodge, go up and smash him with your fists."

"Tubo barbarian, go up and smash him to death, you win this game, this son will give you a girl to make you happy once."

The gamblers shouted loudly, they are the children of various families, and it is nothing to lose some money in ordinary times, but today is different, as soon as the gladiatorial arena began, they lost money, they felt unlucky, and they were so eager to win a game.

However, Sangran turned a deaf ear to the cries of the crowd.

Even though he was forced into a corner by Tubo's efforts several times and almost died under the opponent's axe, he was still not annoyed, just staring intently at the axe in the opponent's hand and the opponent's moving footsteps.

I'm a little impatient to watch the battle on the side that bought the Tibetan slaves, you've got an axe, you can't kill your opponent, you're too vegetable, right?

Therefore, they also shouted loudly, and in addition to cursing the Tibetan slaves, they also ridiculed him for his cowardice and cowardice.

"Damn, who's this bastard? If you take an axe, you can't win an opponent, it's too vegetable, right? ”

"It's also a Tibetan person, why is the gap between these two people so big?"

"Bastard, you fucking chop him with an axe, chop him!"

"Boy, you don't have to hack him to death with an axe today, I'll see how Ben Gongzi kills you later."

Shouts and curses rang out incessantly.

The atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena was unusually hot.

"Cheng Dazhi, the gladiator you chose is still too bad." Li Hong sighed.

Because it has been so long, Tubo has tried hard to have weapons in his hands, and he can't solve the other party, which really makes Li Hong unacceptable, and if Sangelan is very strong, even if the Tubo slave has an axe in his hand, he should have ended the battle by now, but he didn't do it, which shows that his strength is not very strong.

The reason why Li Hong opened the gladiatorial arena is to let the audience see the bloody and exciting game, and now the duel between the two is like playing at home, and it is exciting and bloody!

"The time was too rushed, and the minister did his best." Cheng Dazhi said with a sad face.

"It's not about time, it's about your training." Li Hong said firmly.

Seeing that Cheng Dazhi was a little unconvinced, Li Hong asked, "How many slaves did you buy this time?" ”

"Of the thirty slaves, two died, and all the rest are ready to participate in today's duel." Cheng Dazhi replied.

"So, you think that if there are more people and more duels than there are, the audience will like to watch them, right?" Li Hong asked.

Cheng Dazhi looked confused, he didn't know what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince meant by asking, so he lowered his head and was silent, Li Hong smiled faintly and said, "You are wrong, wonderful duels don't need too many people and too many battles." ”

"Today, the people you sent are too weak to make the gladiatorial arena seem without passion and blood." Li Hong said, "If you can train them to become a qualified gladiator in a brutal way when you train, even if you only hold one game today, you will be fascinated after watching the battle." Of course, brutal training is to kill people, but thirty people train, twenty people die, and the remaining ten people are all very strong, and they can watch a wonderful duel fight, so what does it matter if they die twenty people? ”

"In the future, remember that it doesn't matter if you die during training, it doesn't matter how many you die, as long as the duel is exciting." Li Hong said in a serious tone.

"I understand, thank you for your reminder." Cheng Dazhi bowed and replied. Immediately, he said again, "Why don't you arrange for the Persian Butlan to play?" ”

"Go ahead, today's duel has been boring for so long, and we can't continue to be so boring." Li Hong said.

Cheng Dazhi received the order and bowed and left.

"Your Highness, who do you think these two will win!" Yan Zhuang also looked a little impatient, so he asked in a low voice.

"Sangelan is accumulating strength, otherwise he would have been able to kill the Tibetan slaves as early as the beginning." Li Hong said lightly, "When he does this, it can only show that the opponent is too weak, he didn't take it to heart, but wanted to win all the games today." ”

"This Tibetan man is so powerful?" Yan Zhuang said in surprise.

"Strength is relative, it depends on the strength of the Persians in the next game." Li Hong said, "Let's see if the Persians can put a little pressure on this Sangran, otherwise he will be able to laugh and be proud of the gladiatorial arena today." ”

As the two were talking, a scream came from the gladiatorial arena, and the gladiatorial battle had already been decided.

Just now, as soon as the Tibetan effort and confidence burst, the vigilance relaxed, so when he slashed at Sangelan with an axe, this time Sangran did not retreat, but rushed forward like lightning, and just before the Tubo slave's axe fell, a punch smashed on his arm holding the axe.

With a "click-" sound, the arm of the Tibetan slave was broken, and the tomahawk fell to the ground. However, Sangelan picked up the prisoners of war on the ground, and calmly cut off the heads of the Tibetan slaves and harvested his life.

"Barbarian, good, you didn't embarrass Ben Gongzi, Ben Gongzi is a talker, and I will reward you with a girl when the duel is over."

"This barbarian is so strong, Lao Tzu can't win today!"

"These duels are fresh, but they're too indifferent," someone whispered. It's good that they watched it for free, instead of spending money to buy tickets, otherwise it wouldn't be so whispering.

Sangran won the Tibetan slaves, his expression was still cold, he held a battle axe, and his eyes stared sharply at a small iron gate in the gladiatorial arena.

This small iron gate is the small iron gate that the Tibetan slaves walked out of just now.

Because he knew that his next opponent would come out of that iron gate, and today he had won three games in a row, and the opponent in the fourth game would certainly not be as weak as before.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too simple to win a duel for thirty games in a row?

Freedom, if freedom can be obtained so easily, his companions in Tubo will not be slaves to Master Tusi, it is better to come to Datang to be a gladiator, as long as you can easily win thirty games in a row, you can get freedom.

Freedom, for Sangland, who has been a slave for generations, he really yearns for it, he really looks forward to it.

That's why he wants to win at all costs, so he doesn't suffer from such a duel match, so isn't it worth paying such a price compared to freedom?

"This Tubo man's state of mind is very calm, he has seen the life and death of these battles very thoroughly, he is a talent!" Li Hong stared at Sangran's eyes for a long time before speaking.

"Your Highness thinks he's very capable of fighting?" Yan Zhuang asked.

In fact, sometimes Yan Zhuang asked Li Hong like this, not to say that he wanted to turn himself into an idiot, but to support Li Hong's wisdom through his idiotic performance.

This is the reason why many idiot ministers in officialdom can be in high positions and are liked by the emperor.

The emperor's mind is the way to control people.

Since ancient times, emperors have not only valued talents, good talents and great talents, but also attached great importance to mediocre talents.

I don't like to play smart talents even more, just like Yang Xiu during the Cao Wei period of the Three Kingdoms, who often played a little clever and lost his life.

"Being able to fight is secondary, and it's good to use him to train dead soldiers." Li Hong nodded slightly and said, "Of course, if he is loyal enough, he can be a guard, and if this Tubo person makes good use of it, he is a person who can block the sword for his master." ”

"Why don't you go and call him over for His Highness to see?" Yan Zhuang said.

"No need, let's talk about it when today's duel match is over and he's not dead." Li Hong said that there are too many such talents around him, there is no need to be so excited, and he just sighed for a while when he said this.

"No!" Seeing that the prince said this, Yan Zhuang didn't say anything anymore.

At this moment, shouts were heard again in the gladiatorial arena. Li Hong moved his eyes to the gladiatorial arena and found that a new gladiatorial fight had entered. The gladiator was a tall and muscular man, on a par with Sangran, and he walked into the arena with a steady pace and a long breath that looked like a veteran of a hundred battles.

Such a person walked into the gladiatorial arena, which immediately aroused the applause of the audience