With the end of the host's congratulatory message, the shackles belonging to Lin Ruo came again, these people, wearing rattan wood armor, there were barbs on the outside of the armor, and when they grabbed Lin Ruo, the barbs were instantly inserted into Lin Ruo's body.

Then the venom flowed down the river like a stream.

Lin Ruo originally planned to take advantage of these people to escape when they came, but his careful thinking had nothing to hide in front of these people.

The shackles hung on his hands, and the whole person hung weakly on the bodies of these guards, only those eyes were unyielding.

He can't show up here, he has too much to do.

It is absolutely impossible for him to be tied to himself all the time.

The sound of shackles falling to the ground made a Caracalla sound, like a prisoner sneaking in the depths of the sea.

The moment the wooden fence behind him was closed, the cold wind blew, the short hair shook slightly, and the clothes were like a thousand pounds.

"Next up for us is the second heavyweight fight of the day, No. 90, against No. 89......"

As we drifted away, the sound faded away, but the echo that floated next to the eardrums was the sound of the wooden fence reopening and the shouts of the spectators in the gladiatorial arena.

"Put him back in the cell and remember to give him a better meal, after all, he won today, but tomorrow is still his game, and the game is against today's winner."

The man in the wooden rattan armor said to the man in the iron mask who served the meal yesterday in the cell.

And the man in the iron mask didn't answer, just nodded, and then took Lin Ruo from the hand of the person in the wood rattan armor, and grabbed Lin Ruo's waist with his hand like a steel drill.

grabbed his ribs at once, and kept backlogging, as if he was going to talk about Lin Ruo's waist breaking.

He took Lin Ruo through this corridor again, this road is very long, and criss-crossed, it is a labyrinth, I am afraid that I will get lost here, but the man in the iron mask can find a cell in any direction completely.

The space is dark, far less than the outside, if the outside is a free country, here is a depressing hell.

"You actually won, sure enough, 105 is a paper tiger, I have long seen that he is not pleasing to the eye, I knew that I would apply to fight him, you can get a point for nothing, but a garbage with a 66-game winning streak."

The sound of the man in the iron mask walking, and the sound of the shackles dragging on the ground under Lin Ruo's feet, disturbed the people around Lin Ruo's cell.

Arbuckle (No. 16) was doing aerobic exercise, but he hadn't tried it for many days, and he felt that his body was even a little rusty.

The shackles they wear have the effect of suppressing the power of their life beasts, but they do not inhibit their physique, and in addition to not being able to use the power of life beasts, their bodies can be continuously exercised.

Now seeing Lin Ruo come back, he looked over with some surprise, although No. 105 was not in his eyes, but compared to Lin Ruo's strength, he believed that No. 105 could win easily.

Although No. 105's 66 wins is a relatively terrible winning streak, most people here don't think that No. 105 really has this kind of strength, and the so-called invincibility of the same level is a joke.

No. 105 is a very smart person, his cleverness is not in his comprehension of the power of life beasts, but in the control of human nature, he has bribed the management here countless times, and arranged some weak people for him, so as to get so many long streaks.

Although they don't know how No. 105 bribed the management here to let him know that those newcomers are weak and can let him win on a winning streak, but there is one thing they are unanimous about, that is, this guy is weak, and they can teach them a lesson.

Although the management here is not the real high-level of the Death Penalty Land, nor is it the staple food of the Gravedigger's gladiatorial arena, it is simply a low-level steward who governs this labor, but this right alone is enough to find a good opponent for No. 105.

The failure of No. 105 this time can't blame the dereliction of duty of the steward here, they can also see Lin Ruo's level, the first life master vs. the star life master, is there anything else to say?

But things often go in different directions, for example, Lin Ruo came back safely, and even except for a little burn on his clothes, nothing else was hurt, this was a crushing game.

It's a boring thing to be on the inside, so sometimes, they'll find something boring to do, and those things aren't much different from what's out there.

There is a gambling game outside, and they also have it inside, and the object of the bet with him is the prisoner next to Lin Ruo, No. 25 - Chen Gaoyu.

After Lin Ruo was taken out, he made a bet with Chen Gaoyu that No. 105 would win, and Chen Gaoyu bought Lin Ruo to win.

Chen Gaoyu Wenwen sat there weakly, yawned slightly, looked at Lin Ruo who came back safely, and then spread his hands to Arbuck, the meaning was obvious, that is, he won this time.

Looking at Chen Gaoyu's expression, Arbuck was also very angry, but he was a person who could afford to lose, and said with a hum

"No. 105 is officially a complete waste, okay, this time you won, No. 25, next time a newcomer comes, it's up to you, I won't rob you."

For them, the newcomers mean that they are silent lambs to the slaughter, and they, as old players, can choose at will, as for why they didn't choose Lin Ruo, it was completely because they were one step slower, maybe it was that No. 105 had already been booked, and since No. 105 came in, they had never picked a newcomer.

Lin Ruo himself is still in the stage of confusion, and he doesn't know what he will go through next, but he knows one thing very well, that is, to live.

He was thrown inside by the Man in the Iron Mask, and the moment the door of the cell was closed, his whole person instantly relaxed, and the venom injected into his body by those people in the wood vine armor also dissipated by the way, but even so, he didn't have the heart to talk to Arbuckle, just nodded at Chen Gaoyu, who was inclined to him.

Chen Gaoyu's kind face made Lin Ruo feel a little more at ease, and the sound of sharpening knives in the distance made a squeezing sound.

There was no sound in the cell, but only the sharpening of the knife was the most terrifying.

Number 26 doesn't care about everyone and has been doing his own thing.

And he didn't have the heart to say anything more to them, one was not very familiar, and the other was that he had more important things to do, when he came back just now, he heard the two people in the wood rattan armor say to the man in the iron mask, tomorrow is still his game, and the number is the winner of 90 and 89, both numbers are higher than 105, obviously more tricky opponents, they will inevitably be a little stronger than what they met today.

If he wants to live, he has to make himself stronger.