In the Colosseum's dueling arena, a six-on-six team battle is going on, and the two sides are temporary teams of three teams together, so it can be said that there is no tacit understanding between each other. After a round of fighting, only two teams were left alive on the field, each occupying a corner and facing each other fiercely.

As if they had been hiding for too long, the referee next to him, who was in charge of keeping pace of the game, beckoned to his subordinates and whispered a few words in his ear. The subordinate nodded, then stood on the high platform in front of him, holding the flag with both hands and waving it a few times, and several NPCs on each side who were dressed like him also waved the flag in response.

The surrounding audience seemed to understand what they meant, and after their flags were played, they boiled over, and one by one let out a heaven-shattering cry. What's more, he stood directly on the fence, shouted at the gladiators below, and threw everything he could get around him to the field.

The four remaining gladiators in the arena also looked nervous, and fled from both sides of the dueling arena, as if they were avoiding something. As they left, countless iron spears suddenly popped out of the floor from the side of the dueling arena, these iron spears were extremely sharp, and the corpses abandoned on the sidelines were poked in the heart on the spot, and the shattered appearance was really miserable.

As the mechanism of the dueling arena was activated, the gladiators on both sides who were trying to catch their breath were forced into the middle of the arena, and they began a new round of fighting with each other, but the iron spears that broke through the ground behind them did not stop, but continued to press them step by step, as if to stimulate their ferocity through this invisible pressure.

Seeing that they were about to be stabbed to death by those iron spears, the gladiators seemed to understand that it was now a matter of life and death, whether they advanced or retreated, it was a dead word, and there might be a glimmer of life if they hacked the opponent in front of them to death, so the four gladiators exploded their weapons at the same time and slashed at each other with all their might.

A bloody massacre begins again, and no matter what the outcome, in the end two of the four gladiators will die, but for the audience they don't care about that, even if they, as witnesses to this tragedy from beginning to end. This tension of not having to put oneself at risk seems to make these people very excited.

Mo Qianying, who was standing in the audience, glanced at the death match below, and then glanced at the fanatical and somewhat hideous audience around him, and couldn't help but sigh what kind of pervert he was to write this almost crazy distorted values into the AI of this group of NPCs.

Although he knew that everything in front of him was illusory, the feeling that hit the bottom of his heart still made him feel very depressed. So he decided to get out of here and look elsewhere to see if he could gather any useful information.

After saying goodbye to Scalas, he reverted back to his form as a Grand Commander, and easily entered the VIP section of the Colosseum with this status. The NPCs who saw him were somewhat surprised, after all, the Grand Commander should have been outside to conduct a vigilant operation at this time, and his setting was that kind of meticulous person, and it seemed unlikely that he would fish at work.

However, as a person with a certain status in the royal city, even if he really wandered around at such a time, others didn't dare to say anything to him, so Mo Qianying didn't encounter any trouble, wandering through the garrison of the VIP area along the way, and watched the duel just now.

He was about to leave now, and the spectators sitting in the VIP area noticed his movements, and one by one stood up with a friendly enough smile, as if to bid him farewell. Mo Qianying understood that this group of people probably knew the identity of the Great Commander, so they were all trying to please him, but they were afraid of his majesty, so they made it so weird as they are now.

Judging from the current situation, it is also a good thing to be feared, it really saves Mo Qianying a lot of effort, he learned about the defense of the Colosseum from a royal city guard before he entered, and when he enters and exits some sensitive areas, he hopes that those people can be so polite, at least it will save him a lot of effort to deal with these problems.

However, there is an exception to everything, just when Mo Qianying thought that she could just touch the night owl and they won the championship, she bumped into a group of barbarian officers who were walking over with a smile and a smile. A big bald head with a scar on his face at the head of this group of people, when a subordinate next to him saw Mo Qianying, his face suddenly changed and he said a few words in the ear of the big bald head, and the big bald head immediately turned his head to look over, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, the big bald head quickly calmed down, with a hint of contempt and a slightly playful smile on his face, and walked quickly in front of Mo Qianying, and then cleared his throat and stared at Mo Qianying with his eyes, as if he was going to say something.

Mo Qianying narrowed her eyes, and then lowered her head and passed directly past them, her movements swift and nimble.

The big bald head was still tilting his head slightly, as if waiting for Mo Qianying to greet him, but by the time he came back to his senses, Mo Qianying had already walked behind them, as if he hadn't seen them at all.

"Hey! You stop! The big bald head snorted violently, then turned around and pushed away the subordinates who were in the way, and quickly caught up with Mo Qianying.

Mo Qianying stopped, then turned around slowly, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The big bald head sneered, and then put on a friendly smile: "It's nothing, it's rare to see the Grand Commander outside the barracks, it's really a bit of a surprise, so I just want to say hello to you." Why is the Grand Commander still interested in coming here? Could it be that I miss the days when I was a gladiator, speaking of which, you five brothers are also lucky, and they were actually taken by the king and promoted you to form his guards, which is really a time for idle fish to turn over! ”

The words of the big bald head provoked a group of barbarian officers behind him to let out a sharp laugh, obviously he did not have a good relationship with the Grand Commander, and these words were said to satirize the Grand Commander's low birth, but he didn't know that Mo Qianying suddenly realized after listening to it, and finally understood why those gladiators respected the Grand Commander so much.

Now that he had figured out the background information of the Great Commander, Mo Qianying also understood what attitude to use next to deal with the big bald head in front of him, so his face suddenly tensed, and then glanced at him indifferently, and turned around silently to leave.

"Don't go!" The big bald head was unrelenting, "Since you're here, you have to enjoy this celebration anyway, right?" It's rare to see the strongest gladiator in legend in the Colosseum, and I'd like to see what you're capable of. They all said that you can see the strength of your opponent at a glance, so why don't we bet on the winner of the next game? ”

Mo Qianying frowned, and was about to refuse his unreasonable request, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a shout came from outside. Mo Qianying subconsciously looked over, but immediately saw the night owl and scalas who were slowly walking in.

"Okay!" Mo Qianying turned to look at the big bald head and sneered, "Then I'll make a bet with you." ”