Seeing that the big bald head was so anxious that even the top of his head began to sweat, Mo Qianying didn't plan to continue to tease him, and asked unabashedly and directly: "The person who killed my unsuccessful third brother, could it be you!" ”

This sentence made the big bald head stunned on the spot, and it took a long time before he replied with a forced laugh: "How is it possible...... What am I killing him for? As he spoke, his eyes flashed to the side, and he didn't dare to look at Mo Qianying at all.

Seeing him like this, Mo Qianying understood that this guy was in contact with the Three Commanders, otherwise he wouldn't have behaved so nervously after receiving the news of his death.

"Since it has nothing to do with you, why are you so nervous? However, this person should still be in the city, and we must not relax until we catch him, and let everyone outside strengthen their vigilance to prevent strangers from approaching the Colosseum. Mo Qianying glanced at him, and then ignored him.

"Yes, yes...... I'm just arranging manpower......" The big bald head subconsciously nodded his head, and only halfway through his words did he realize that he didn't need to be so polite to Mo Qianying, so he immediately stood up straight, raised his chin with both hands and said, "Why did you order me, you are just the commander of the guards of the royal city, we are legionnaires, don't make a mistake about the identity between us!" ”

Mo Qianying smiled contemptuously, ignoring him again, and his gaze returned to the dueling arena below.

At this time, the two warring sides just walked out of the preparation area and officially stepped into the scope of the dueling arena, and the moment they crossed the boundary of the dueling arena, an iron cage fence rose around the dueling arena, trapping them in this area.

Scalas was accustomed to all of this, dragging his spear and shield and rushing to the opposite side, while the Night Stalker glanced around with some wariness before scurrying after Scalas.

The two gladiators on the opposite side saw the night owl's cowardice, and immediately felt that their guess was correct, and sure enough, this guy was a soy sauce player, so they focused all their attention on Scalas alone.

The two gladiators, one of whom was a former teammate of Scaras and the other who had followed the dragon to defeat him, could be said to know everything about Scaras. One of them used a pair of hook blades, and the other held a one-man tall tower shield with a short-handled meteor hammer in his hand, and one left and one right were faintly flanking towards Scalas.

Scalas smiled with excitement as he stabbed his former partner with a lightning bolt to the throat.

It's just that the other party's reaction is not slow, knowing that he has become accustomed to the posture of his starting hand, he reacted the moment the tip of his gun stabbed out, and after giving a blow sideways, he pulled the hook blade to his gun, and then locked the two hook blades left and right, and fixed his spear in front of him.

Seeing this, Scalas immediately understood his intentions, and immediately swept his gaze to the other opponent next to him, and sure enough, the short-handled meteor hammer flew into the air and smashed directly into his head. If Scalas doesn't let go of his spear, he'll have his brain smashed out by the Meteor Hammer, and if he doesn't, he'll face losing his weapon.

At this time, it seemed to highlight the importance of the night owl's teammate, and I saw him fly up and kick over, and the action was swift and decisive. It's just that to the surprise of everyone present, the object of his kick was Scalas, who was his teammate.

Caught off guard by his approach, Scalas staggered a few steps forward on the spot, colliding with the former teammate who had restrained his weapon. The meteor hammer was dodged and smashed directly into the floor next to it, instantly smashing a large hole into the ground.

The audience was in an uproar, and they all stood up and booed at the night owl, and some of them simply threw things at him with fierce personalities. The Night Stalker reacted to these people with a completely indifferent expression, and even thought it was very amused, clasping his hands in front of his chest, and then easily dodging the debris thrown at him.

At this time, Scalas on the other side didn't have the time to settle accounts with him, and after he collided with his opponent, he immediately seized the opportunity to kick the opponent's hand holding the hook blade, which broke the opponent's containment on the spot, allowing him to smoothly draw his spear and regain control.

Scalas is worthy of being the former champion of the Colosseum, and once he recovers from his injury, neither his strength nor his reaction can be compared to ordinary gladiators. From the moment he regained control of the tempo, both opponents felt the pressure, but before they could react, Scalas's counterattack came like a storm.

The first to suffer was the gladiator closest to him, and Scalas's spear stabbed faster than it had just stabbed, and it hit his hook edge in succession, so that it almost fell off his hand. Then Scalas suddenly put away his attacking spear, raised his shield in front of him, and lunged at him, the moment the shield struck him, it lifted off and knocked him away.

Scalas didn't stop when he struck a blow, but turned directly to face the opponent who had already come behind him on the other side, and turned the spear around with the momentum of the shield's blow, picking it up at his throat from the bottom up, and handing it to the opponent before the meteor hammer smashed it on the opposite side.

The gladiator with the Meteor Hammer had no choice but to give up, jumping a few steps away from Scalas's edge, then flung the Meteor Hammer in his hand even more sharply, and stealthily aimed at Scalas's empty door.

Scalas temporarily gained the upper hand with a strong attack, but the two opposite sides were also veterans, and the moment Scalas's offensive stopped, they reopened the distance and prepared for a second round of attacks. They all knew very well that, for now, Scalas was only one man after all, and he was bound to be negligent when he had to deal with two targets at the same time.

As for the night stalker who had been staying behind and interacting with the crowd frantically, none of them, including Scalas, counted him in the duel.

However, the real killer moves are often hidden in these neglected characters, and the Night Stalker also realizes that the other people on the field are not paying attention to him, so he officially begins the real attack. Intentionally or unconsciously, he followed behind Scalas, his eyes not on this side, but his attention remained on the two opposites.

At this time, even Mo Qianying, who was watching the battle in the audience, couldn't see his plan, after all, this kid's behavior could never be thought of by normal logic, but since he had promised that he would not make the scene too exaggerated, he would not make any big movements, and he should still revolve around Scalas's body.

Thinking of this, Mo Qianying couldn't help but look forward to it.