Barrant walked into the gladiatorial arena with his bare hands, originally Cheng Dazhi wanted to give him a weapon, because now there is an axe in the gladiatorial arena, if he doesn't give Barrant a weapon, he will suffer a lot in the duel with Sangran, but when he thinks of His Royal Highness the Prince's words, if he wants the duel to be exciting, he will be surprised, and it will be more bloody and killing, he can't resist the impulse in his heart, although he is very optimistic about Barrant, he also likes that Barrant can win, but compared with offending His Royal Highness the Prince, A little Barrant, he was still willing to give up.

Seeing Barrant walking into the gladiatorial arena, Li Hong's eyes lit up, and he asked Yan Zhuang beside him, "Is this person a Persian?" ”

"Yes." Yan Zhuang replied respectfully.

He had already asked Cheng Dazhi to understand the gladiators in the gladiatorial arena, and as soon as Li Hong asked, he could naturally answer. Besides, the new slave in front of him does not look like a native of the Central Plains, and the people from the Western Regions at a glance can guess a little guess, and it is not difficult to know what country he is from.

"It's funny that Persian slaves appeared in the gladiatorial arena." Li Hong said with a smile, it was the first time he had seen it to make a Persian a gladiator, and it was indeed very fresh.

"This Persian looks strong!" Yan Zhuang also sighed on the side. Li Hong asked rhetorically, "He is Cheng Dazhi's killer weapon?" ”

"Probably yes." Yan Zhuang replied uncertainly, "Your Highness, do you think he can't beat Sanglan?" ”

"It's hard to say." Li Hong shook his head and said, "When the two strong meet, it depends on who can calm down." ”

Originally, the strength of Barrant and Sangran was comparable, but Sangran fought four games in a row, and his physical strength was lost a lot, not to mention, a long cut was still made in his chest, and the blood flowed nonstop, because his combat strength was now less than fifty percent, but he had a tomahawk in his hand, which made up for his lack of physical strength, so the strength of the two is basically on the same level now.

If you want to defeat the opponent in this case, you have to rely on combat experience and patience.

As soon as Barrant appeared, the atmosphere of the scene changed, and the gladiatorial arena became gloomy. Barrant's eyes were fixed on Sangland, and Sangran was staring at Barrant equally closely. Because they know very well to each other that they have met opponents.

"Barante, Persian." Barrant said that as a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty, although Persia is not compulsory to learn Chinese, many Persians can speak a few simple Chinese. Also because Princess Wencheng married Tubo, the Tubo people can also speak a few simple Chinese. So Barrant reported his name, and Sangran also whispered, "Sangran, a Tibetan." ”

"You're strong." Barrant looked around, looked at the three corpses lying in the gladiatorial arena and said, "But your strength can only go so far, because you met me." ”

"You're really strong." Sangran said coldly, "It's a pity that you're just very strong, because you met a stronger mine." ”

As soon as the two met, they did not give in to each other in words.

Suddenly, the murderous aura permeated the gladiatorial arena.

The audience in the gladiatorial arena also heard the conversation between the two, but they were not happy to listen to the nonsense of the two, and when the two faced each other, they couldn't help but shout, "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up!" ”

"Barbarian, come on, kill this Persian birdman."

"Persian slave, kill this barbarian, and the lord will reward you with a thousand copper coins."

"Barbarian, I split the Persians alive, and my uncle will redeem you."

The emotions of the spectators who were watching the battle had been mobilized, and they naturally shouted loudly. However, no matter how the people outside shouted, Barrant and Sangran did not move, just quietly watched each other.

At this time, Cheng Dazhi walked into the private room.

"This is the strongest person in your gladiatorial arena?" Li Hong asked. Cheng Dazhi nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Your Highness, his strength is on par with Sanglan." ”

"Let's hold four today!" Li Hong said that it was obvious that this was a duel match as the finale.

In fact, Li Hong also has a basis for doing this.

Because Barrant and Sangran are the two strongest gladiators in the gladiatorial arena, and now the two are going to duel, no matter who lives or dies, the surviving person will definitely become the strongest person among the remaining gladiators, and the rest of the others are not his opponents, so the remaining dueling matches will have a one-sided result, so what is the point of continuing the duel, it is better to take this most exciting one as the last one.

"No!" Hearing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say this, Cheng Dazhi could only bow down and receive his orders.

"Which of them do you think will win?" Li Hong asked with a smile.

"This Weichen doesn't know." Cheng Dazhi replied in a low voice, now that both sides have a fifty percent chance of winning, it's really hard to say.

"Who do you want to win?" Li Hong asked.

"The minister naturally likes the Persian Barrant to win." Cheng Dazhi replied honestly.

"Yan Zhuang, which of them do you think will win?" Li Hong asked Yan Zhuang again.

"Wechen also thinks that the Persians will win." Yan Zhuang pondered for a moment and replied.

"It seems that you are all very optimistic about the Persians!" Li Hong smiled, pondered for a while, and then proposed, "Why don't we gamble?" If the Persians win, it means that they have lost, and whatever you want, as long as you are alone, nature will give it to you. On the other hand, if the Persians lose, it means that you lose, and you have to recommend two talents for Lonely. What do you guys think? ”

Li Hong is short of money, but he is not willing to gamble with Yan Zhuang and Cheng Dazhi, this is bullying. And he is also short of talent, which is why he will make such a bet.

Seeing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so interested, Yan Zhuang and Cheng Dazhi naturally didn't dare to go against his intentions, so they nodded and agreed busily.

"Your Highness, are you so optimistic about this Tubo man?" After making a bet, Yan Zhuang asked.

"Slaves who fight for freedom often exert more strength than we can imagine." Li Hong said with emotion, "Sangelan has been a slave in Tibet for generations, and today he is a gladiator, and suddenly there is hope of freedom, how can he not fight for it?" ”

"But Barant, the Persian, also wants to be free!" Cheng Dazhi asked puzzledly, "Won't Barrant fight with all his might?" ”

"Barant was not a slave before, he became a slave after being captured to the Tang Dynasty, he will not understand how much Sangran, who has been a slave for generations, has a desire for freedom." Li Hong said, seeing that Yan Zhuang and Cheng Dazhi were confused, he explained, "You must know that a person who has eaten candy will not fight hard for a piece of sugar, as long as he has not eaten sugar, people who want to eat sugar will fight for it regardless of their lives." ”

As soon as Li Hong's words fell, Barrant and Sangran in the gladiatorial arena had already moved, and the prelude to a war of freedom between slaves began