Time, just in the battle and continuous honing of the spear skills do not pass quickly, Zhuo Ao did not use 800 summon points to continue to learn other skills, greedy for more than chew Zhuo Ao is very clear, although with the help of the big summoning system, he can master a basic skill as soon as possible, but Zhuo Ao did not do this, at least until the spear skills reach the state of satisfying themselves, Zhuo Ao is not ready to learn other skills for the time being.

Although the Colosseum has no freedom, and the living environment is not satisfactory to Zhuo Ao, it is a rare and peaceful place where he can quietly hone his marksmanship, and here, there are endless opponents to help him hone his marksmanship, although the desire for freedom in his heart is still the same, but Zhuo Ao has temporarily given up his plans to leave here.

Not every fighter is a strength fighter like Rillin, and this world places equal emphasis on skill in addition to fighting spirit, which left a deep impression on Zhuo Ao when he fought his second battle.

It was a warrior who cultivated the wind and fighting spirit, not only was he extremely fast, but his sword skills were by no means as straightforward as Lilin's, although he was still killed and shot by Zhuo Ao in the end, but it also left a shocking wound on Zhuo Ao's body.

Zhuo Ao knows very well that this is a cruel world, the law of the jungle has been vividly interpreted, and if you want to live more nourishing in this world, strong strength is an indispensable guarantee, so Zhuo Ao is not in a hurry to leave now.

The spring sun is like the gaze of a gentle young woman, flowing warmly through people's hearts, making the earth that has just experienced a harsh winter a little warmer.

The change of seasons does not mean much to fighters who are accustomed to the cruel living environment, and on the wide training ground, a fighter is sweating wantonly, constantly tempering his strength and physique, and occasionally mixed with a faint light of fighting spirit, attracting a lot of envious eyes, which is a sign of reaching the peak of the second order and about to enter the third order.

If you observe carefully, you will find a strange phenomenon in this bustling training ground, the huge training ground, you can see sweaty fighters everywhere, but the only place with the shade of trees, but empty, no fences, fences, but people spontaneously avoid this area, even the most tired fighters, will not go to the only shade of the trees to take a shade.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the fighters in front of them spontaneously moved out of the way, and everyone unconsciously stopped exercising, their eyes converging on the end of the path.

I saw two swordsmen carrying a stretcher, through the crowd, the stretcher was covered with a layer of white cloth, so that people could not see under the stretcher, but the white cloth that was originally as white as snow was now stained red with blood, and the blood that was steaming from time to time dripped from the gap in the stretcher.

No one will show any emotion of reluctance or sympathy, the Colosseum has always been synonymous with death for fighters, and although the survival rate of formal fighters is not as high as that of low-level fighters who survive only one in hundreds of years, it is definitely not high.

The Colosseum will absorb new fighters every day, but at the same time, countless familiar faces will disappear into the fighter camp every day, and those who can successfully advance to high-level fighters are only a few after all, and more of them will stay in the Colosseum that all fighters hate forever.

The heart has long been numb, and if you want to survive here, the first step is not how to fight, but to learn to be ruthless!

Naturally, it was not the corpse on the stretcher that had begun to cool down that attracted the attention of the fighters, but the person who followed the four swordsmen, the fighters who kept creating miracles, the only black-haired young man who had been promoted from a low-level fighter to a full-fledged fighter alive for hundreds of years, the Beastmaster - Zhuo Ao.

As the not-so-tall figure appeared at the end of everyone's sight, all the fighters felt an inexplicable depression, and their eyes unconsciously staggered away from the figure, as if they only looked at it for a while, they would be contaminated by the bloody aura contained in the figure, and it was also a kind of respect for the strong.

"Hey, John, who is he? Why does everyone seem to be afraid of him? A newcomer looked curiously at the old fighter who unconsciously bowed his head, and looked at Zhuo Ao's figure a little strangely, although there was a terrifying aura on the other party's body, but it would not make these unruly fighters so afraid, right? This feeling is even more respectful than those few swordsmen in the Colosseum.

"Shut up, stupid!" A fighter next to him glared at the newcomer dissatisfied.

"Hehe, in this Colosseum, you don't know who the owner of the Colosseum is in Leyson, but you can't know him." Looking at Zhuo Ao's back, John breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and sighed.

"Oh my God, my dear Zhuoao, you're hurt?" A fat old man with a kind face hurriedly lined up the crowd, rushed to Zhuo Ao at a speed of 100 meters, looked at the wound on Zhuo Ao's shoulder with concern, and said with a distressed face.

"Uh, it's not serious, old Jack, can you stay away from me?" Looking at Old Jack, who was almost on his body, Zhuo Ao quietly took two steps back, and patted the place touched by Old Jack without a trace.

"Oh, you make me so sad." Old Jack looked heartbroken, but then, a pair of small eyes released a scorching brilliance, lowered his voice, and said to Zhuo Ao with a very obscene expression: "Do you know how much we earned this time?" ”

Without waiting for Zhuo Ao to answer, Old Jack waved his arm a little excitedly, and a flush appeared on his chubby face: "3000 gold coins, haha, this is the biggest bet I have earned since I became an investor in the Colosseum, Zhuo Ao, I have to say, you are my cash cow!" I find that I like you more and more! ”

"I'm not interested in men, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Zhuo Ao shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and once again distanced himself from Old Jack.

Investors are a special group in the Colosseum, similar to the nature of some underground boxing agents in Zhuo Ao's previous society, they can enter and leave the Colosseum at will after paying a large amount of money, choose their favorite fighters to cultivate, and earn gambling money from each other.

Of course, the fighter is not free, in addition to ensuring the excellent living conditions of the fighter, a part of the commission earned each time must be given to the fighter, and the investor is responsible for contacting the Colosseum of Leysin and arranging battles for the fighter according to the needs of the fighter.

However, high-level fighters are generally very sought-after, and the competition is fierce, and investors like Old Jack, who are not very valuable, are not qualified to cooperate with high-level fighters, so he chose another path, and after paying a sum of money to the Colosseum of Leyson, he went to the official fighter training camp to select an official fighter to become his partner.

Formal fighters have no freedom, they are private property belonging to the Colosseum, unlike the high-level fighters who have the right to choose independently, and investors do not need their permission to have their investment cultivation rights directly through the Colosseum.

However, the competition between the official fighters, whether it is gambling money or admission tickets, is not high, so in general, few investors are willing to go to the official fighters to choose partners.

Zhuo Ao is obviously an exception, as the only official fighter who has been promoted from a low-level fighter for hundreds of years, he has a high popularity in the Colosseum, and it is this that Old Jack takes a fancy to this, so after Zhuo Ao's first battle, he quickly uses the connections he has built up over the years to hold Zhuo Ao in his own hands.

And it turns out that Old Jack's vision is indeed unique, every battle of Zhuo Ao, whether it is the stakes or the entrance fee, is no less than an ordinary high-level fighter, even now, Old Jack is still complacent about his original decision.

"Haha, I didn't expect our ruthless Beastmaster to have such a humorous side." Old Jack didn't care about Zhuo Ao's run, for him, only gold coins were the most important, and other dignity and face issues, as long as there were enough benefits, he didn't mind throwing these things away with his own hands, and then stepping on them fiercely.

"Come, how about we have a toast to celebrate your victory?" Surrounded by Old Jack, he returned to Zhuo Ao's residence, and Old Jack took out a bottle of red wine that had been treasured for many years and said to Zhuo Ao.

Zhuo Ao is a very special existence in the formal training camp, the only official fighter favored by investors, with the victory again and again, Old Jack spent money to build this villa for him in the official fighter camp, it can be said that in addition to no freedom, the life of Zhuo Ao today is enough to make more than seventy percent of the human beings in this world envious.

"Old Jack, now that Walker is dead, it is difficult to find an opponent among the official fighters, can you think of a way for me to challenge the senior fighters?" Taking a sip of red wine, Zhuo Ao shook the goblet lightly, frowned and pondered.

Basic marksmanship, after this period of continuous training and continuous fighting, has reached the level of six levels, only one step away, you can break through to level seven, Zhuo Ao has a feeling, just like the promotion of three levels to level four, level seven is also a hurdle for basic skills, if you break through, your strength will once again usher in a rapid improvement.

Zhuo Ao could feel that he had reached the verge of breaking through, but he was unable to break through, as if he was hindered by an invisible force.

Actual combat is the best training, Zhuo Ao was able to reach the peak of the sixth level of spear skills in such a short period of time, in addition to the help of the summoning system, the training between life and death is also a decisive factor.

But now, looking at the fighter training camp, there are very few formal fighters who can compete with Zhuo Ao, and it is unlikely that they can find an opportunity to break through from these people, so Zhuo Ao focuses on senior fighters, and only greater pressure can make it possible for him to break through in a short period of time.