Facing the dusk evening sun, Qi Wuce officially stepped into the gladiatorial arena.

Surrounded by a still cheering audience, the seats were full and the cries were shocking, and in an age when there was no technology to ensure productivity, the pomp and circumstance could only be explained by the word blessing of the gods.

Qi Wuce looked up and looked ahead for Abius's figure, so the two were spotted at a glance, including Nero.

Nero, who had been paying attention to the arena, immediately noticed Qi Wuce's suspicious gaze at her.

"Why is this next to you?" As if there had been a tacit understanding for many years, Nero's mind only turned slightly to understand Qi Wuru's eyes.

Faced with Qi helpless questions, Nero could only spread his hands helplessly, and she had not yet figured out Abius's thoughts.

After a brief eye contact, Nero noticed the "weirdness" on Qi Wuce's body.

Swords, guns, swords, axes, and countless weapons were tied into a bundle of iron chains and carried on Qi Wuru's back; In addition, there are also several fine iron short swords on Qi Wuce's waist; The thick iron chain was wrapped around Qi Wuru's chest several times, and if it was unfolded, it would probably be about four or five meters long.

"Oh! Ladies and gentlemen! Let's take a look at this new gladiator. Wow! It's a strange way to dress up, it's fully armed......"

The loud voices drowned out the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators, and the source of this loud sound was a Roman in a toga robe, who appeared to be a narrator on a high platform.

"It seems that there was no commentator when I fought the beast last time." Such a thought only flashed through Qi Wuce's mind, and Qi Wuce cared more about the magic that flowed faintly in the surrounding walls than the narrator who was simply used to liven up the atmosphere.

It is an unwritten rule in the gladiatorial arena that gladiators should respond to the cheers of the audience.

It's a pity that Qi Wuce, who is still a junior brother, is not clear about these unspoken rules. Silently inspecting the weapons on his body for the second time, Qi Wuce ignored the audience's cries like this.

"Ladies and gentlemen! This new gladiator seems to be very arrogant, is it because our cheers are not enthusiastic enough? Or did this gladiator think that he could look down on Roman citizens like us because he had climbed into power? ”

Nero's face froze.

Abbius smiled sinisterly without a trace.

And Qi Wuce, as early as when the narrator's words became inflammatory, he put down the movements in his hand and turned his attention over.

Secretly noting the narrator's appearance, Qi Wuce's expression changed, and he faced every audience in the arena with that sunny smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm still participating in the gladiatorial tournament for the first time, and if there's something wrong, ...... all of you."

Although Qi Wuce wanted to immediately follow up with the last sentence "It's all rubbish", for the sake of the overall situation, Qi Wuce still forcibly pressed the impulse in his heart and said, "Bear with me." ”

This can be regarded as bowing to the audience, and Abius in the audience smiled proudly, and Qi Wuce's apology included him.

Nero bowed her head a little unwillingly, she knew very well who Qi Wuce's act of letting go of dignity was for, so she felt a little more guilty about Qi Wuce in her heart.

As for Qi Wuce......

What is the so-called abandonment of dignity? This is just the first step that Qi Wuce has taken to create his image of being close to the people, and Qi Wuce has to thank the commentator for giving him steps.

After all, not long ago, Qi Wuce was still worried about how to create his image as a gladiator to the greatest extent possible, but with the events just now, Qi Wuce was confident that he had successfully established the prototype of his image in the hearts of Roman citizens, and then he only needed to show his strength in the gladiatorial arena.

The magic in the surrounding walls flowed more and more rapidly, and Qi Wuce untied the weapon behind his back and held it to his chest, depending on the opponent, it would determine his next attack.

All the iron gates slowly opened at the same time, and the strange situation was not only puzzled by Qi Wuce, but also by the regulars of the arena in the stands.

At this moment, a familiar body odor originating from some animal was captured by Qi Wuce's keen sense of smell.

This is......

This is......

Memories of raising little Atta in Arcadia flashed through Qi Wuce's mind.

In the midst of that memory, a kind of bird-like magical beast gradually came together.

The vulture's body, wings, and claws, but with the head of a woman's face, inhabit mainly the cliffs. Its name is Harpia. A monster known as the Harpy.

A violent wind struck, and Qi Wuce, relying on his super intuition, ordered his body to react in advance before the attack came.

Because he was carrying a large number of weapons, it was not convenient to use tactical rolling, so Qi Wuce had to choose a sideways jump with a slightly shorter displacement distance.

The sharp wind almost touched Qi Wuce's cheeks, and Qi Wuce was able to see the whole picture of the enemy.

The human head has a beautiful female face, the lower body is covered with gray feathers and vulture talons, and the upper body looks the same as a normal human female except for the eagle wings on both arms.

"Huh~"

Because of the turbulent picture, Qi Wuxuan whistled lightly, and the banshee in front of him was much more beautiful than the harpy banshee in his memory.

Think back to the vultures that only had a human head, and look at the big-breasted banshee in front of you......

"Times are changing, and the world is going down." Qi Wuce couldn't help but sigh.

Harpy is a demonic beast, although it has a human head, but most of the harpy banshees do not have the same level of wisdom as humans, after all, those harpy banshees with human intelligence have long sensed the decline of the gods and went to find a habitat to continue to survive, and how can they be captured and sent to the gladiatorial arena.

Now what Qi Wuce is facing is nothing more than a low-intelligence demonic beast, although it can fly, it is not difficult to deal with.

Unable to strike a blow, the harpy did not continue to find Qi Wufu's trouble, but flew straight towards the uncapped altitude of the gladiatorial arena, wanting to escape.

"If only it were that simple." Qi Wuce looked at the high-flying harpy and muttered.

Quickly freed the weapon in his arms from the shackles of the iron chain, and in the confusion of all the spectators, Qi Wuce threw all the weapons into the sky.

"Wow!"

The shrill cry of an eagle from the human belt, Qi Wuce's blade successfully stopped the actions of the other two harpies who had been lurking in the passage from the beginning, waiting for their chance.