Luo Wei's brow furrowed slightly.

After listening to the middle-aged man's description, he couldn't help but suspect that the Spartan gladiatorial arena was probably a means for the apocalypse to sift through the flesh, and the middle-aged man's friend was probably already cold.

"By the way, you said that in the past twenty years, there have been two people who have been received by God, who is the other person besides your friend?" Rowe asked.

Middle-aged man: "A guy with similar abilities to my friend, invulnerable and powerful." I heard that it was to win the heart of a girl in the city of Meghala that she came to the Spartan gladiatorial arena to kill all sides. ”

Rowe: "Is his name Diops?" ”

"yes, you've heard of him?"

"Well, I've heard people talk about him on the road." Luo Wei said casually, absent-mindedly, this Diops was the Asgard warrior he was looking for.

After chatting with the middle-aged man for a while, he took his leave and went to the gladiatorial arena of Sparta.

As one of the most martial civilizations in human history, Sparta's gladiatorial arena was naturally built majesticly, and a large number of spectators, gamblers, and gladiators came and went every day, which was very lively.

"You say, can Howlett make it through a ten-game winning streak?" A passer-by said.

"Of course, Howlett is the strongest gladiator!"

"Hey, I don't think so, a ten-game winning streak is a huge threshold, and his opponent is absolutely strong, and it won't be the same ones who were sent to death before."

"That's right, from nine wins in a row, the opponents are better than the other. The vast majority of gladiators in history who have won ten consecutive victories have failed, and I bet on him to lose at half a month's salary. ”

Passers-by were talking, and Rowe followed them into the gladiatorial arena.

The gladiatorial arena is a circular open-air building, with the arena in the middle being the arena where the gladiators fought to the death, and the surrounding circle from low to high is the auditorium.

At this moment, the arena was full of people, and the audience shouted loudly for the battle that was about to begin, and most of them shouted the same name: Howlett.

Luo Wei found a place to sit down, and asked the person next to him, "Who is this Howlett, very powerful?" ”

"Of course. Haven't you seen the nine battles in front of him? "Howlett can definitely break a 10-game winning streak." ”

"Why did he go to gladiatorial fights?" Luo Wei asked again.

"Honor, money, do you need to talk about it?"

However, another person nearby said, "I heard that he was here to save his son...... As long as he achieves a strong battle in the gladiatorial arena, he can be received by God, and maybe God will come to his rescue for his terminally ill son. ”

A few people nearby began to talk.

Not long after, a bald man in a robe appeared in the middle of the gladiatorial arena, and his voice was amazingly loud, like a Hong Zhong: "Today, our undead fighter Howlett will usher in his first battle after nine consecutive victories!" ”

"Whether he can break through the 10-game winning streak, let's wait and see!"

"Howlett! Howlett! The audience chanted along with the robed man, and the atmosphere reached a new climax, and then a man in leather armor stepped out of the end of the arena.

He had black hair, a determined gaze, and a grim expression, like a long sword in his hand.

Then, Howlett's opponent, a lean young man with a pair of daggers, also appeared from the other side.

The two walked closer and stared at each other.

"The battle begins!"

At the sound of an order, Howlett struck first and rushed forward with a roar.

However, the lean young man was nimble and easily dodged, and immediately began to grapple.

Obviously, the lean young man is a master of martial arts who has experienced a long period of hard training, and his skills are very superb, compared to Howlett's martial arts level is much rougher, not much better than that of beginners.

So after a while, Howlett was hit many times by the lean young man, and even stabbed in the abdomen.

However, he didn't seem to be fine, he was still aggressive, roaring, and the long sword in his hand waved like the wind, gradually forcing the lean young man into a disadvantage.

"Howlett! Howlett! "The audience's cries are getting stronger.

Luo Wei couldn't help asking: "Does he have an immortal body?" ”

"Yes, that's why we call him the Undead Fighter." The man next to him said.

The battle was carried out at the last moment, and every move was very sharp, some parts of Howlett's leather armor were almost punctured, and the lean young man was also injured in many places, gritting his teeth.

He roared, turned around, and stabbed Howlett with two daggers in his hands.

Howlett gritted his teeth, holding his sword in both hands, and stabbed the lean young man in the chest.

Immediately, blood splattered, and both sides hit at the same time, the lean young man's double dagger stabbed into Howlett's neck, and Howlett's long sword also stabbed into the lean young man's chest.

"Bang!"

Both fell to the ground at the same time, and the atmosphere in the gladiatorial arena was quiet for a while.

After a few moments, Howlett pulled out the dagger stuck in his neck, covered the wound and stood up again.

"Howlett!"

"Undead fighter, ten wins in a row!"

The atmosphere in the audience exploded instantly, and almost everyone chanted the same name.

After Howlett's victory, he covered his wound for a while, and when the wound that had been quite terrible was healed as before, he left the arena without saying a word.

From the time he appeared to the time he left, he didn't say a word except for the roar of the battle.

After looking at the gladiatorial arena and inquiring about some news, Luo Wei also left and found a nearby inn to stay in.

"Spit out a stone." Luo Wei touched Shi Lute's brain.

"Wow-" Xiao Shi Lute opened his mouth, and the mudslide surged, condensing a large stone in a blink of an eye.

Luo Wei then took Luo Wei's blade, cut off a piece, and carefully carved it, and the image of the demon slowly took shape, which was a winged demon with a pair of huge bat-like wings on its back.

After these years of practice, Luo Wei's carving has improved significantly, and the carved demon statue finally has a little appearance, at least it can be recognized as a demon, not some toy to amuse children.

After making two more demon statues, Rowe was ready to rest.

"Buzz." Xiao Shi Lut looked at it with a blank eye at this time.

"The stones have been eaten again?"

"Buzz." Koishi nodded his head.

Luo Wei: "I don't have any stones, it's so late, let's look for it tomorrow." ”

Koishi Ruth couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Luo Wei sighed slightly, took out a gem, and Xiao Shi Lute's eyes lit up when he saw this: "Buzz!" ”

"You know how to eat all day long, look at your fat stone." Rowe gave him the gem and patted him on the stomach.

Little Stone Lut gnawed on the gem with a smile.

In the dead of night, Luo Wei immediately went to bed to rest, and Xiao Shi Lute also lay in front of the window and silently looked at the stars.

However, not long after Luo Wei fell asleep, he was woken up by a loud noise.

"Ahh A hoarse voice came from next door, terrible, as if someone was being tortured.