Aoun Island.

In the giant gladiatorial arena located in the center of the island town, a huge gladiatorial competition is in full swing.

Built less than a year later, the arena occupies a vast area and is large enough to accommodate thousands of spectators.

In this way, the cost is naturally not small, and it is all thanks to the Hundred Beast Pirates to put pressure on the island's residents, and it was only completed after collecting heavy taxes for several years in advance.

And the reason why this giant gladiatorial arena was built is also outrageous, simply because Jack the Drought, who has been stationed here all year round, likes this kind of bloody scene of catching and killing.

The island was also boiling because of this, but unfortunately before the resistance was formed, Jack himself stepped out and violently suppressed it with thunder.

The streets and alleys of the city were once full of blood, and every household was silent, and no one dared to object.

And Drought Jack seems to know the truth of giving a red date after a blow, but unfortunately his understanding of the truth is a bit crooked - the people who announced that the island was taxed could permanently enjoy the right to buy tickets at half price.

This was a great blessing, after all, the ticket prices were expensive, each ticket sold for a thousand Baileys, and Jack had made it a rule long before the Colosseum was built, and every household had to send a representative to watch at least once a month.

In this way, if you look at it once, you will earn 500 baileys, and if you watch more, you will earn more, and in a year, at least more than 6,000 baileys will be obtained for each family.

In Jack's opinion, the inhabitants of Orne should rejoice in meeting such a caring and benevolent ruler.

……

At this moment, in the middle of the gladiatorial arena.

"Roar, roar!"

In the roar full of brutality, a bald man with a height of more than four meters beat his chest a few times in anger and pounced on the opposite side.

His opponent was a rather thin-looking teenager, about seventeen or eighteen years old, ragged, shackled wrists, covered in bloody scabs, and with a cruelty in his eyes that was disproportionate to his age.

At this moment, seeing a bald strong man several times stronger than himself rushing towards him, the young man's face was not flustered at all, and he raised his arms and bumped into him head-on.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the young man was shocked by the huge impact and took a few steps back, his face suddenly flushed, he clenched his teeth, and when he was about to lose his hold, he suddenly changed his steps, came to the back of the strong man, and slammed a fist into the opponent's head.

The speed of this punch was quite fast, and although the bald man reacted and turned his head in time, it was too late to dodge, and he could only watch the fist continue to enlarge in his eyes.

Boom!

The bald man received a punch, and a large lump on his forehead was swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blood oozed out, obviously not lightly injured.

But this also aroused the ferocity of the strong man, he smiled fiercely, his arms suddenly stretched out at the same time, grabbed the young man's shoulder blades, and then under the incredible gaze of the other party, he exerted all his strength and tore outward.

Whoa!

The boy's arms, along with his tattered clothes, were ripped from his body, blood splattered out, and the severed limbs fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

Boom.

The emaciated body, like a leaky cloth bag, was hit to the ground by the strong man.

The young man hit the ground on the back of his head, a large amount of blood flowed out, and his body subconsciously struggled for a while before falling down weakly, and his pupils gradually dilated in his wide eyes, staring at the sky blankly.

"Dead!"

Seeing this, the host who was guarding next to him stepped forward to sniff, excitedly raised the right hand of the bald man next to him, and announced loudly:

"Today's sixth game, slave No. 28 from the mine, wins!"

The bald man licked the corners of his mouth that was spilling blood, raised his arms high, and looked around as if he were proud, revealing a hideous smile.

However.

There was still silence in the audience, and the civilians who were forced to buy tickets to watch this scene only felt a chill down their spines, and some of the more timid ones had already leaned over and vomited desperately.

In the gladiatorial arena of Nuoda, the small area where there were only VIP seats resounded with excited roars and cheers.

And there, it is the area where the crew of the Hundred Beast Pirates on the island, as well as the small number of wealthy people on the island who are extremely cooperative with the high-pressure rule, are eligible to sit down.

………

"It's really unbeaten."

In the VIP seat, a pirate with a scar on his face looked at the corpse of the young man in the field, and couldn't help but sneer, "Originally, this kid won two small games before, and he was quite smart, so he pressed a little money to go in, but I didn't expect to run into No. 28, and he lost his life so quickly." ”

"That slave No. 28 seems to be a bit of giant blood."

Another pirate next to him grinned, "So there's no way, the difference in strength between these two guys is too big, and in front of this absolute crushing advantage, no matter how many small tricks you play." ”

"Hey, bad luck, it seems that you still have to bet steadily in the future, and you can't expect a dark horse upset every time."

"Come on, you, you will put down 50,000 Bailey, but Lao Tzu will lose 500,000 at once."

"Damn, that stinky boy was lucky to be killed on the spot, if he admits defeat and survives, hey, Lao Tzu won't let him have such a good time!"

The pirates pointed at the field, some smiling, some with bad faces, and directly scolded.

That's when it happened.

The huge figure sitting in the middle of the VIP seat suddenly stood up slowly, and walked towards the gladiatorial arena step by step with an expressionless face.

Everywhere they passed, the ground trembled slightly, and the pirates who were still talking about it stopped talking abruptly, and hurriedly made way one after another, looking at the figure in awe.

"Hey, hey, is Captain Jack going to do it himself?"

When the figure gradually walked away, the pirate who spoke first couldn't help but lower his voice and said excitedly: "In the past half a month, I haven't seen him end up......"

"It should be rare to see a guy with the blood of the giant clan, so I'm a little interested."

Someone next to him replied, "And Lord Kaido has already issued a rally order, tomorrow Lord Jack will leave Orn Island and go out to destroy that Wind Sword Hao Xiano, and he won't be able to come back for ten days and a half months, and today is the last chance." ”

"Yes."

The other pirate touched the fat on his chin and sighed, "It's really rare, how long do you think that bald head 28 can last in Captain Jack's hands?" ”

"Anyway, he has the blood of a giant, he should be quite resistant to beating, if the captain is not serious, he can probably last two or three minutes."

"How can there be so many, Lao Tzu estimates that the sky will only be one minute."

"I can't tell, it depends on Captain Jack's mood, maybe he wants to have more?"

……

The playful laughter of the pirates echoed through the audience.

And in the gladiatorial arena, looking at the drought Jack who was walking slowly, and the bald man who had just roared excitedly because of his winning streak, the grim smile on his face suddenly froze.