A few crows chirped to lift the curtain of the battle.

As Draven's order was shouted, dozens of gladiators were pushed onto the arena from the iron gates that stood on all sides under the high walls.

The gladiators were bare-chested, exposing their muscles and the scars of glory, and they wore tight iron helmets, wide belts, and unprotective trousers, and armed with a variety of weapons.

Some gladiators, who knew they were invincible, cowered when they came to the field, delusionally hoping to watch the fire from the other side to the end. But the famous gladiators, who had enjoyed all sorts of frenzied cheers, had turned their cries into passion, raising their butcher's knives to the weak.

As the cold, sharp iron slices through the fragile flesh and brings out a puddle of warm blood, the rhythm of the battle cannot be stopped, harvesting the lives of the gladiators like a meat grinder.

After all the weak have been slaughtered and withdrawn, the real battle begins, and the butchers fight each other.

Somewhere in the arena, two evenly matched gladiators fought fiercely, their weapons being dispossessed by each other, and only the primitive fight of fists to the flesh remained.

What was supposed to be a stalemate duel, one gladiator risked a broken hand bone and struck his opponent's iron helmet with his fist.

This unconventional blow directly stunned the other party, and the dizziness in his head came to his face. He fell to the ground, ridden under him by the adventurous gladiators, his neck held down hard, and then bloodied fists followed his helmet.

The battle can be quickly understood, but it never ends without suspense.

Not only the audience was watching the battle, but the other gladiators were also watching the other people fight, and this is when the drama of the script came into play.

One of the gladiators in the corner, after defeating his opponent, saw the two unsuspecting men and immediately rushed from behind with a spear in hand.

It's not about any morality, it's what the rules allow. He must fight to defeat all enemies, and every enemy that can still stand must be defeated.

The spear pierced the boxing gladiator in the back, but the opponent under him was able to get out of trouble. He immediately got up and staggered towards the spear-wielding gladiator who had indirectly saved his life, and in return, pierced the opponent's chest with the sharp horns of his helmet.

In the center of the arena, the two gladiators blocked each other's blades with their weapons, and after a crisp sound of metal collision, they slashed high and tried to chop the enemy's neck, but the range of action was too large, and the swing exposed the weakness, and the opponent's sword was stabbed into the chest and abdomen first, and then pushed to the ground in disbelief.

And the victor threw away his sword and raised his hands in greeting.

Such brutal battles abound on this side of the loess.

Jeno watched the battle in the arena with a blank expression, and to be honest, he didn't find it that much fun.

Although it is called athletic, he didn't see much competitive elements in the battle, only saw a very primitive cold weapon fight, even a trace of psychological game is pitiful.

Looking at it, he always felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that what was missing was the host's passionate commentary.

Genno looked at Draven, the host of the arena, who was sitting bored on his throne, and the broken sword had been hung back on the wall. At this time, Jeno found that in fact, Draedin looked quite normal when he was not deliberately funny and made people laugh and had a serious face.

He spun a knife on his index finger, glanced at the situation on the field by chance, and then sighed softly and turned his head to look at the spinning knife in his hand. It seems that the inferior battle on the field is not as fun as the knife in his hand, and he can't arouse his interest at all, and he doesn't even bother to explain.

Seeing this, Jeno smiled knowingly, because he knew that the really interesting part was coming.

Whoa—

I saw the sound of chains twisting in the arena, and a sunken platform in the center slowly rose up under the transmission of the mechanism until it was level with the ground.

A woman appeared in the middle of the room, with chains on her feet and the other end tied to a pillar on the platform. Dressed in a dust-stained cloth garment, the only piece of armor he had was a heavy shoulder armor on his left shoulder. Her hair, like Sindra's, was a rare white, neatly tied back of her head, and her tanned skin was stained with delicate salt crystals, which made her skin faintly reflect a robust shine.

"The mysterious man is actually a woman!"

"The damn arena just wants us to bet on the mystery man to lose all of his pants!"

"Black Heart!"

The arena was filled with incredulous doubts.

Although Noxus respects strength, women still rarely appear in the arena, because there are still many places that can create value for women, and it is the most wasteful to throw them into the arena and consume them.

Listening to the shouts of the audience, Jeno knew that the person he was looking for had appeared, and she was Rui Wen.

Rui Wen was standing in the shadow of the high wall, and after observing the few gladiators around her for the first time, she turned her eyes to Draven on the throne and the broken sword hanging on the wall behind him.

The area around Riven's eyes was blackened with the ash she had brought with her adopted home, but even so, the subtle look in her hidden shadows of dark eyeshadow and bangs was noticed by Draven.

Draven looked at the fairly sturdy white-haired woman and suddenly became interested.

He stopped turning the knife in his hand and leaned forward, his eyes focused on Rui Wen's body, and his expression became solemn, wanting to see if this mysterious woman was worth fighting.

He still remembers that when the organizer invited him to come over to host, he swore that he would come to the ruthless role this time.

The rest of the gladiators came over, and they knew each other well, and decided to deal with the mysterious man who didn't know the definite number first.

In the face of the enveloping enemy, Raven is extremely calm and adapts to all changes.

One of the gladiators took the lead in the charge, stabbing Riven in the chest with an iron sword, but Riven took a step back and deflected her body away from the spurt before the blade arrived, and pressed the back of the gladiator's head with her backhand to push him hard behind him, causing his head to make a fierce contact with the stone pillar.

As soon as Riven took down a gladiator, her eyes immediately locked on the next two enemies who were charging towards her with weapons.

She took the lead in making a move, taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's spear had not yet been erected, deftly dodged the spearhead, turned around against the spear shaft and picked it up with one hand, and used the enemy's spear to block the blade cut in the other direction, her strength was extremely arrogant, and the two enemies were shocked to retreat again and again.