"Knock knock—" At this moment, the war drums of the gladiatorial battle were already beating.

In an instant, the gladiatorial arena fell silent, because everyone was very curious about what the people in the first duel looked like, because they all moved their eyes to the four iron gates of the gladiatorial arena, and Li Hong, who was sitting in the luxurious box, was also curious, who would be the gladiator in the first game arranged by Cheng Dazhi?

The war drums sounded sixteen times and then stopped.

At this time, the two small iron doors in the east and west of the gladiatorial arena were opened, and I saw two slaves, fierce and vicious, walking to the gladiatorial arena step by step.

"Hey—it's a Tibetan and a Korean." The eyed audience immediately shouted.

They originally thought that the people participating in such a gladiatorial battle must be some martial arts strangers of the Tang Dynasty, because this is what they can see, but they didn't expect it to be a duel between the slaves of the Goryeo and the Tubo people.

The Tubo people who appeared in the gladiatorial arena were the gladiators that Cheng Dazhi was very optimistic about, the Tubo Sangelan.

Cheng Dazhi put him in the first position and let him play, in fact, it was clear that he wanted his life, because as long as the first person to appear did not lose, he had to fight until the last gladiator of the opponent, so no matter how powerful Sangran was, it was impossible for him to win eight gladiators in a row.

The other Korean, on the other hand, has no name, but he is also very strong, and in terms of physique, he is not inferior to Sangran at all, but a discerning person can see at a glance that this Korean's murderous aura is not as heavy as Sangran, and Sangran has overpowered him in terms of blood and killing.

"What's the point of a Korean participating in a duel!" Some people began to complain that they always thought that the Koreans had no combat effectiveness, and that they had to be killed by the other party in a duel with the Tubo.

"Let the Tubo slaves duel, this Cheng Dazhi's courage is not small!" Someone else said.

The relationship between Datang and Tubo is very sensitive now, and at this time, Cheng Dazhi actually used Tubo slaves as gladiators, which really requires a lot of courage.

"This is your gladiator?" Li Hong frowned and asked when he saw the Korean, because as soon as he saw this Korean, he was not the opponent of the Tubo people, if it was not good, it was very likely that the Tubo people would be killed in seconds, and this was the first duel, if such a result appeared, I am afraid that the audience would be disappointed, and it was possible that many viewers would leave the stage because of this.

Cheng Dazhi was very apprehensive in his heart, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a low voice, "The minister prepared a little hastily, and asked His Highness to punish him." ”

He was not afraid that Li Hong would punish him, he was afraid that Li Hong would not be satisfied with his arrangement and would no longer let him open a gladiatorial arena in the future. Seeing Cheng Dazhi's cautious appearance, Li Hong wanted to reprimand him a few words, but he couldn't help the corners of his mouth, and instead moved his gaze to the gladiatorial arena, "Let's take a look!" ”

It is said that since this Korean appeared in the gladiatorial arena, Li Hong has no interest in this gladiatorial match.

"Barbarian, kill him quickly, kill the Koreans, what are you waiting for!" Suddenly, someone in the gladiatorial arena shouted.

"Quick, go up and kill him!"

"Quick, duel!" In an instant, many people couldn't wait anymore and shouted loudly.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena was infected by their shouts, and the spectators watching the game also shouted, and the atmosphere of the gladiatorial competition suddenly became very intense.

"You arranged that too?" Li Hong asked Cheng Dazhi. It is really good to be able to use this way to arouse the audience to watch the game, and to mobilize the emotions of the audience in this way.

"Yes, it was arranged by the minister." Cheng Dazhi bowed and replied. Li Hong smiled faintly and said, "Cheng Dazhi, you really have a set!" ”

Cheng Dazhi smiled, "Your Highness has won the award." ”

At this time, Sangran in the gladiatorial arena couldn't bear it anymore because of the shouts, so he couldn't wait to rush forward and punched the Korean people on the opposite side.

Sangran is the red side, the blue side of the Koreans, and the slaves on both sides have never been in contact with each other before they appear, so the Koreans are also furious when they see Sangran taking the initiative to attack him, and at the same time he strides forward and smashes out a punch, which fiercely meets Sangran's fist.

"Bang-"

The two strode forward, their fists colliding.

At this time, the faces of the two turned pale at the same time, but then they heard a "click", and then they saw the Korean man let out a miserable scream, and his arm hung down weakly.

Obviously, it was broken by a punch from Sangland.

The screams of the Koreans reached the gladiatorial arena and the ears of the spectators watching the game, and they were immediately shocked. Because in their hearts, this is a martial arts competition, and the martial arts competition is all about the point, how can there ever be a situation where the opponent's arm was broken with one punch?

And just when everyone was surprised, Sangran no longer hesitated when he struck a blow, but continued to step forward, and smashed the Korean man with a fierce punch.

The Korean man had already lost his vigilance because his arm was broken, so he waited until Sanglan's fist was about to reach his eyes, and he was ready to dodge, but it was too late, so he did not dodge Sanglan's attack, and was punched in the bridge of his nose again.

Suddenly, blood gushed out of the nose and mouth of the Korean man, and then there was a "bang", and his huge body fell to the ground.

"Ahh

The spectators let out an exclamation and knocked out their opponents with two punches, and the match ended too quickly, right? While they were surprised, they also felt a little regretful, because the game ended so soon, and it was not enough to watch!

However, just when they regretted that the first game was about to end, Sangran in the gladiatorial arena had already walked in front of the Korean lying on the ground, he squatted down and grabbed the Korean man's head with both hands, and then he broke it to the left, and he heard a crisp sound of "click", and the Korean man's neck was broken, and he died of anger.

"This—"

"Ahh

The audience at the scene was shocked, because when the Koreans fell, they knew that the game was over, but they didn't expect that in this case, Sangran didn't dare to give up, and they also took the lives of the Koreans in front of everyone.

This, this is no longer a duel, this is murder!

This kind of scene has been out of their perception of the duel match, and it has hit their visual nerves so hard that it is difficult for them to come back to their senses for a while!

In the luxury box, Li Hong had an unobstructed view of the audience's expressions, and when he saw the incredible expressions on the faces of the stunned audience, the corners of his mouth showed a slight smile, what he wanted was this effect, such a game was exciting enough, and such a game could arouse people's blood...

"Knock knock—"

Just when everyone was stunned, the first game was over, and the second game began.

Sangran did not leave the arena and remained in the arena, while his opponent was a slave who had stepped out of the iron gate from the Korean people just now.

When the crowd came back to their senses and saw the slave, they had to breathe a little hard.

Because this slave was also a Tibetan.

The Tubo people fought the Tubo people, it was the first time they had seen such a duel, and after the scene just now, they also knew that this was a death match, which meant that only one of the two Tubo people on the field could live...

It's so beautiful, it's so exciting...

Unconsciously, the people watching the game couldn't help but whisper in their hearts, as if they had adapted to this kind of duel competition.

"Duel, kill him—"

"Barbarian, kill this new Tubo man!"

This time, without waiting for the people arranged by Cheng Dazhi to shout, an audience member had already shouted loudly. In an instant, the atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena became warm again.

Sandra Gujing Bubo's face did not have any expression, even if his opponent was a Tibetan, the other party was just an opponent or a dead man to him, because he knew very well what he wanted to do, he knew very well what he wanted, as long as he could win thirty games in a row, he could be free, the word freedom attracted him too much, he was born to work hard, and now he suddenly had a chance to make himself free, for which he felt that it was worth paying for everything-

Because he doesn't want to give up!

"Ahh Seeing that the other party rushed towards him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body took a step forward, and he punched the other party again.

"Bang-"

Before the Tibetan slave could rush in front of Sangran, he was knocked to the ground by Sangran's punch.

This time, instead of taking the opportunity, Sangelan waited until the Tibetan slave got up from the ground before he pressed at him step by step.

With just one punch knocking out his opponent, Sangran is already well aware of his opponent's strength, so he doesn't need to fight quickly, he needs to take his opponent out slowly to earn himself a respite.

"Useless thing—" one of the audience began to curse.

The scolding audience is naturally the one who buys the blue square to win.

"Barbarian, what are you waiting for, kill him quickly!" The audience who bought the red side to win shouted excitedly.

Suddenly, the gladiatorial arena was full of people and roars.

"Kill-" Sangran rested for a moment, then rushed forward again, leaped forward, and slammed his fist into the Tibetan slave. The Tibetan slave saw that Sangelan's speed was too fast and it was difficult for him to dodge, so he could only protect his chest with his arms and take Sangelan's punch.

"Poof-" I saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of the mouth of the Tibetan slave, and his body took three steps backwards, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

Sangelan punched the Tibetan slave again, and he approached the opponent step by step.

The Tibetan slave received a punch in the chest, his aching internal organs were about to vomit, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and when he saw Sangelan forcing him, he struggled a few times, and found that he couldn't get up, so he could only stare at the field with his legs in disobedience, and his body kept retreating.

"It's over, it's so boring." Seeing this, Li Hong whispered, "Give him a weapon." ”

"No!" Cheng Dazhi bowed down to receive the order and strode out of the box.

In the gladiatorial arena, when the Tibetan slaves retreated to the base of the gladiatorial arena, he found that he had no way out. At this point, he was desperate, and he knew that he was going to die at the hands of his opponent. However, just as he was about to give up the duel and wait to be killed again by the other party, there was a "clang" sound, and he saw an axe fall from a high altitude and smashed in front of him