Crunch~

The metal gate carved with the monstrous beast opened, and Zhuo Ao strode into the Colosseum with the infantry spear on his back under the watchful eye of two heavily armed swordsmen, accompanied by bursts of cheers and screams.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you will be familiar with this black-haired boy in front of you, he is the first official fighter to be promoted from the lowest level of the beast fighter since the establishment of the Leysin Colosseum, and the beastmaster known for his fierceness and wildness - Zhuo Ao!"

With the white narrator's muffled voice, although the battle has not yet begun, the atmosphere of the entire Colosseum has been pushed to the first peak.

Zhuo Ao's expression was calm, standing with a gun on his back, for him, the so-called identity could not change anything, he used to stand here in order to survive, but now he has a new goal - freedom.

"As for his opponent, it is the one in front of him, who has won nine victories in a row, and as long as he wins this one, he will be qualified to march to the high-level fighters, the Colosseum meat grinder, the savage sword fighter - Lilin! Believe you, it's definitely a good fight! ”

The savage sword fighter Lilin is strong, among the official fighters, it is also the strongest group, coupled with its violent fighting style, almost every game, the opponent is either dead or disabled, no one is spared, so it is named the nickname of the Colosseum meat grinder, and even many people believe that Lilin's comprehensive strength can actually participate in the senior fighter competition, but because of the rules of the Colosseum, he has not been able to promote to the senior fighter, and can only fight in the official fighter competition.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, if a formal fighter wants to be promoted to a senior fighter, although it is not as harsh as a low-level fighter to be promoted to a formal fighter, it is not simple, if you want to be promoted to a high-level fighter, not only must you win ten games in a row, but you also have to be promoted to the third-order strength before you can be promoted, and although Lilin has a good talent, his strength is still at the peak of the second order, so he has always hovered on the edge of a high-level fighter.

"Haha, the bed bug crawling out of the gutter, I'll tear you apart with my own hands later!" Li Lin looked at Zhuo Ao cruelly, his hideous face did not hide his bloodthirsty killing intention, the Colosseum does not prohibit killing, but only in the Colosseum, in private, all official fighters still belong to the property of the Colosseum, and it is forbidden to tear off the fighting.

"Really? See! Zhuo Ao was unmoved and took off the infantry spear on his back, shook out a spear flower casually, and looked at Lilin's eyes, a cold light flashed, Lilin's burly and tall body could not bring him too much oppression.

"Roar~"

Enraged by Zhuo Ao's disregardful gaze, Lilin stuck his giant sword into the ground, waving his thick arms in anger, and his mouth continued to let out a roar like a beast.

"Lilin, kill this damned slave and let him know the cruelty of a formal fighter!"

"Tear him apart and let him know the difference between a man and a beast! Pinch his head! ”

……

A rich, well-dressed gentleman who is usually polite has turned into a humanoid beast wearing human skin, constantly waving the bill in his hand and shouting wildly.

"Oh my God, what weapon is our Beastmaster holding in his hand?"

With the narrator's exaggerated exclamation, everyone's eyes involuntarily refocused on Zhuo Ao's body, and the ordinary standard infantry spear suddenly attracted a lot of attention, and then bursts of laughter swept to every corner of the Colosseum.

"Am I mistaken? Infantry pikes!? Ha ha! Little one, what are you doing with it? ”

"I regret it a little, it was an unfair game, and I ask for a refund!" Those who bet on Zhuo Ao were completely disappointed.

"God of Light, mysterious brunette boy, are you sure you won't consider another weapon again?" The commentator looked at the silent Zhuo Ao with a funny look on his face, although this was a game that was destined to be unfair from the beginning, he didn't want this game to be without a little suspense.

"No need." Zhuo Ao shook his head.

"Oh well, good luck." The commentator shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the game had lost the last trace of suspense: "Now I announce, the game begins!" ”

With a crisp bell ringing, the official start of the game was announced.

"Die, damn wretch!" A hideous smile appeared on Lilin's face, but the burly body burst out at an astonishing speed at this moment, rushing towards Zhuo Ao like a crazy tank, he was not ready to use weapons, he wanted to use the most cruel way to kill this bed bug from the dark nest underneath, in his mind, he even imagined the feeling of hot blood spraying on his body from the other party's shattered corpse.

"Stupid!"

Seeing Lilin's burly body rushing towards him brutally, the fingers with the thickness of radish were clawed and grabbed at his arms, Zhuo Ao's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his body dodged slightly, easily avoiding the capture of the other party, and at the same time, the infantry spear in his hand was slightly oblique, and when he passed by, it was accurately mixed on the opponent's ankle.

With a burst of exclamations, Lilin's burly body was unbalanced, and under the action of huge inertia, the huge body slid on the ground for several feet before stopping in embarrassment.

"Hehe, Lilin made a little joke with us." The narrator wiped the white sweat from his forehead with a dry smile, and suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart, he, like most people, had pressed a lot on Lilin, and if Lilin lost, he would have lost all his money.

The infantry spear shook, the barrel of the gun was lightly raised, and the big sword that Lilin inserted in the ground rose from the ground, slashed several arcs in the air, and pinned it precisely to Lilin's feet.

"There is only one chance, and next time, I will not show mercy." Facing Lilin's incomprehensible gaze, Zhuo Ao's feet were not bad, and he looked at the embarrassed Lilin coldly.

"You'll regret it!" A large amount of bloodshot gushed out of Lilin's hideous eyes, his hands clenched the giant sword tightly, and he roared in a low voice, "I will use it to smash you to pieces!" ”

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Zhuo Ao sneered, his body was like a swimming dragon, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of several zhang, and the tip of the spear stabbed at Lilin's throat with a strange arc.

"Look for death!" Li Lin smiled hideously, the big sword in his hand flashed a strange red glow, this is the brilliance of the fighting spirit, with the blessing of the fighting spirit, the big sword left a scorching afterimage in the air, and slashed fiercely at the fragile infantry spear.

Zhuo Ao's spear tip clicked on the sword body of the giant sword like a dragonfly, Li Lin's face changed suddenly, he clearly felt that at the moment when the infantry spear was pointed at his big sword, a strange force made his sword edge deviate a little, although it was only a little, but the original momentum was suddenly leaked, and it had deviated from the original track, not only could not hit the other party, but his own defense would also have huge loopholes.

"It's late!" Zhuo Ao snorted coldly, and the spear in his hand accelerated sharply with a little force, turning into three gun shadows, and in Lilin's stunned and disbelieving gaze, the two of them staggered.

Basic Marksmanship - Phoenix Three Nods!

Zhuo Ao shook off the blood on the tip of the spear, ignored the audience that fell into a dead silence and the narrator with an incredulous face, put the infantry spear across his shoulder, and strode towards the gate of the Colosseum.

Behind him, Lilin's body spurted out three blood arrows in his throat, heart, and lower abdomen almost simultaneously in a series of exclamations, with thick doubts, unwillingness, and despair in his eyes, and his lifeless body fell straight to the ground, splashing dust.

The entire Colosseum instantly fell into an indescribable silence, puzzled, puzzled, at this moment, including the commentator, everyone was stunned, yes, this is indeed a battle without suspense, but the result of the competition was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, rejoice, for our Beastmaster, for our mysterious brunette boy - Zhuo Ao, who, by his actions, has once again performed miracles for us in the Colosseum of Leyson, nay, perhaps for the entire continent!" After a long time, the narrator finally reacted, and after swallowing his saliva with difficulty, he shouted loudly.

"Zhuo Ao!"

"Zhuo Ao!"

"Zhuo Ao!"

……

Zhuo Ao once again became the core of the Colosseum, but at this moment, no one looked at him with disdain and ridicule, yes, Zhuo Ao once again created a miracle, with a fragile infantry spear, without any blessing of fighting spirit or magic, one move to kill a strong second-order peak sword fighter who could even overflow the fighting spirit out of the body, although it was only a small competition, but it completely subverted people's perception of skills.

In the eyes of the two swordsmen looking at monsters, Zhuo Ao's figure disappeared at the end of the Colosseum, but the atmosphere of the scene did not stop because of Zhuo Ao's departure, but was pushed to another peak in the narrator's subdued voice, of course, these have lost their meaning to Zhuo Ao.