Dark, damp stone chambers. Wu Yu sat cross-legged on a stone bed in the corner of the stone room. The very simple stone bed, which is composed of a bluestone slab more than one person high, was casually thrown in the corner of the stone room and became the only piece of furniture.

A narrow skylight opened at the top of the stone chamber to fit in the head of an adult at most. Before the sunlight outside could squeeze in through the narrow skylight, dispel the shadows and cold in the stone room, it had been cut into pieces by the iron railings inside the skylight, leaving only starlight and futile sighs.

In the stone room, Wu Yu quietly looked at the sunlight, and the light dust was fluttering. Outside the stone room, waves of shouts were heard, and occasional screams were mixed in.

The cries of many people, the screams of the dying people. Wu Yu ignored the noise outside, he was waiting. I don't know how long it took, but the shouting outside the stone didn't stop, but became more and more intense.

"Bang dang!" The harsh sunlight suddenly swarmed in, through a heavy iron door that had suddenly been opened.

The iron door opened, but no one entered. Wu Yu suddenly stood up and strode towards the door.

It's his turn. The warm sunlight suddenly spread all over his body, driving away the damp cold brought out of the stone chamber.

Wu Yu half-squinted, struggling to adjust to the glare of light outside. He stood, wanting to stay a little longer, to enjoy the warmth more.

He stood on a dull yellow earth, full of potholes and uneven, but the field was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

The site is surrounded by a thick wall made of bluestones, which is very high. It is polished smooth by skilled craftsmen.

Above the wall, there is a grandstand made of thick wood, and the crowd in the stands is crowded at this time, and the deafening shouts can be heard from there.

"Meat grinder—"! I don't know who shouted, but it was loud enough and full of emotion.

The emotions of the audience in the stands instantly rose a lot because of this sentence.

"Meat grinder!"

"Meat grinder!"

"Meat grinder!" .... They also shouted the word loudly together, their faces were full of excitement and bloodlust, and some even stood up and roared loudly.

They all looked at where Wu Yu was, their eyes eager. They hoped that Wu Yu would show them another wonderful gladiatorial fight, or rather a fight.

It was a gladiatorial arena consisting of performers and spectators. The difference is that the audience only needs to pay a portion of the money for the ticket, while the performer needs to bet with his life.

Winners, win honor and praise. The loser, gain death and eternal sleep. The Jin State established the country with martial arts, worshiped the warriors, and despised the literati.

It has become a common practice for the whole people to practice martial arts, and a three-year-old girl in the market can also use a gun and a stick. Wealthy families would also send their children to learn archery and horsemanship, even if they ran out of money.

In this martial atmosphere, even the people's entertainment is no longer satisfied with cockfighting and crickets, but has a special fondness for fighting between the strong, which is also the origin and role of the gladiatorial arena.

Exclusively for warriors to fight! In an inconspicuous corner of the stands, there was a girl who had come to the gladiatorial arena for the first time to watch the gladiatorial fight, and the excitement on her face gradually faded, and she tilted her head sideways, watching the crowd standing up around her shouting that word, frowning slightly, and the doubts in her heart were revealed.

"Brother, you shout

What does "meat grinder" mean?

She couldn't help it, and pulled the corner of the clothes of a big man next to her who stood up, waved his arms, and shouted loudly. She shouted as loudly as she could, and had to cover the crowd's shouts. The big man lowered his head and looked at the girl, his face full of excitement and anticipation, without the slightest displeasure of being disturbed. He stretched out his index finger and pointed straight at Wu Yu standing in front of the stone chamber in the middle of the field.

"The meat grinder is an honor given to a warrior who has won 100 consecutive victories in the gladiatorial arena!"

"He's the meat grinder."

"100?" The girl was a little speechless. In the gladiatorial arena, either you die or I live, no one will show mercy, only unscrupulous means.

The more victories a martial artist has, the stronger his opponent will become, and there is no such thing as luck going against the sky and meeting the weak.

"Then how strong does he have to be!" A hint of adoration rose faintly in the girl's heart. Although the man came out of the stone chamber, it was proved that he was a prisoner of war of an enemy country, who had once stood on the opposite side of their Jin country, and his hands might still be stained with the blood of Jin soldiers.

But so what, the man is strong. The girl also stood up and joined in the shouts of the crowd, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

The audience actually waved the flag for the fate of an enemy prisoner of war, just because he was strong. The martial style of the Jin country can be seen.

There were Jin Guo's soldiers walking through the venue, dragging away a group of weak people who had just died in battle. Thick dark red blood streaks stretched behind the soldier, stretching wantonly.

The soldier became a painter, blood became a monochrome paint, and a painting was about to appear. It's called

"Dying Light". Like the eyes of the losers who are dragged along. It is rumored to be the name of an unknown do-gooder.

Some soldiers were opening the doors of other stone chambers, and from the interior came out one after another, figures of different shapes, some towering like iron towers, and every step they took, they had to bring up large clouds of dust; Some are as thin as apes, their eyes are wandering, and the iron daggers in their hands are like poisonous snakes ready to attack, ready to take the life of someone careless.

These people are all people whom Wu Yu has never fought against. After all, the people who had fought with him before were no longer there, some died at his hands, and some died at the feet of other gladiators.

Only one person can survive in each game, which is the iron law of the gladiatorial arena and the reason why the gladiatorial arena is becoming more and more prosperous.

The soldiers stand in an orderly manner, this is not a stage for them. In the end, there were only fifteen people left. They used to have various identities, whether they were soldiers of an enemy country, or a doorman of a famous house, or a ranger who wandered the rivers and lakes.

。。 They were imprisoned here for various reasons, and they fought each other without a grudge. Everyone fights for only one purpose, to survive!

Wu Yu turned sideways and took down a three-foot-long iron sword from the weapon rack next to him. The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is the standard configuration of the gentlemen in the world

The reputation of "the instrument of a gentleman". Wu Yu is not a gentleman, but this does not prevent him from making a good sword. He held the iron sword diagonally in his right hand, did not move, and waited quietly.

The others were slowly wrapping up at him, each with their own weapons. The shouts and frenzied eyes of the spectators in the stands made it clear to them who was the strongest man in the field.

The strongest must work together to give priority to the siege! This is an important summary of how they have survived more than a dozen games.

An iron arrow roared, piercing the air and shattering the dust and sand, carrying incomparable force, shooting from some dark corner to Wu Yu's chest.

The silver-white arrows reflected a murderous glow under the sun's illumination. As soon as Wu Yu's left foot slipped, the whole person changed positions, and the iron arrow grazed the corners of his clothes, nailed to the stone wall fiercely, and jumped out of the blue and black broken stones.

This arrow, missed. The archers in the distance did not pause, changed their position, drew an iron arrow from the quiver behind their backs, put it on the bowstring, and prepared to attack.

He was waiting, waiting for the man to show his flaws, and there was no way to avoid it. A giant man wielded a heavy subway axe and slashed at Wu Yu's head.

However, under Wu Yu's six-point agility attribute bonus, he was easily dodged, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Seeing that the blow missed, the giant man moved his arms and prepared to swing the giant axe and slash again. A giant man is powerful, but he can't be called a strong man.

He has too many flaws when attacking, and it will be especially lethal when facing a truly strong person. When Wu Yu dodged, Wu Yu exerted force in his hand, and the iron sword was sent straight out, piercing into the waist and abdomen of a giant man from the blind spot of a giant man's vision, greedily licking the giant man's blood.

With one hit, Wu Yu immediately jumped away from the ground with the strength under his feet. The iron sword in his palm swung with skillful force, and a spear that pierced through it was stabbed with skillful force.

An iron dagger slashed at Wu Yu's right tendon at a cold angle. This assassin is cunning. He caught Wu Yu's old power and shot when the new force was not born.

He is very confident that this blow will be hit! Wu Yu glanced at the irrepressible smug look on the sneak attacker's face, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't dodge his right foot and met the dagger. The expected sound of a broken hamstring did not ring. In the horrified eyes of the sneak attacker, the right foot was like a nimble swimming fish, and at the moment when it was about to touch the edge of the dagger, it suddenly changed direction and kicked him in the throat.

If you hit it, he'll die. The sneak attackers had no doubt about this. He jerked back, using all his strength to avoid the fatal kick as quickly as possible.

The sound of bones breaking rang out. The sneak attacker failed, and he was unable to dodge in the end. If you fail, you will die.

The battle was going on in an orderly manner, the corpses on the ground were increasing, and there were fewer and fewer people breathing.

Wu Yu stood on the potholed red soil, his feet full of defunct soul containers. Are there any opponents around?

No. Is the battle over? Nor did it. Large beads of sweat flowed from the face of the archer in the distance, and the bowstring in his hand was tight, and the arrow was on the string.

He was a good archer, a grim reaper on the battlefield, full of dead spirits under the iron arrows. But now, he never had a chance to shoot that arrow.

This arrow can't be missed! He had a kind of instinctive instinct. He had to wait, wait for his opponent to reveal a fatal flaw, and then shoot the arrow.

Is there really such an opportunity? He could only hope for a fluke. He stared at Wu Yu in the distance, and if the other party rushed over, he had to immediately change his position and distance himself from the other party.

The opponent's melee ability is terrifying, and hand-to-hand combat with him is just a dead end. Suddenly, he saw Wu Yu in the distance throw away the iron sword, picked up a bow, and set it on the string, without the slightest pause, an iron arrow was already whistling towards him.

His heart tightened, but he was also a little glad that the other party was careless. It is really arrogant to attack one's own shortcomings and attack the strengths of others.

He rolled to the side. The arrow was too obvious for him to dodge without much effort. However, the scene he saw in the next moment made his blood solidify, and the opponent's iron arrows were actually split in two, and one of them had already rushed in front of him.

。。 Pain, darkness, and then a deep sleep that never wakes up. Is it over?。。 Wu Yu threw down his bow.

He greedily took another deep breath of warm air, then turned around, ignoring the deafening cheers from the stands, and slowly walked into the stone chamber, where he sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

Waiting for the next gladiatorial fight. This will be followed by a hearty meal that will be served to the winner, and that will be the reward for the winner.