"Hey, John, I heard that there is a new person in your camp, why haven't you seen anyone in the past few days?" A two-meter-tall man with a broadsword on his back greeted another strong man roughly, and walked to the gladiator arena together.

In the center of the fighter's quarter, there is a huge fighting arena dedicated to the daily martial arts training of the fighters who live in the area.

"That weird brunette kid?" John was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly put down the stone lock in his hand to temper his strength, and the huge stone lock made a muffled sound the moment it landed, and even the ground around him shook a few times.

"Yes, the only guy in the hundreds of years of history of the Colosseum who has advanced from a low-level fighter to a full-fledged fighter, I remember being in your camp." The rugged man laughed.

"Haha, Lilin, I remember, your next opponent in the next fight is him, right? No wonder you're coming to me today, how about it, I'll tell you five glasses of rum. John glanced at the big man with a smile, stretched out five fingers and shook them in front of the other man's eyes.

"No, five glasses of rum is my share of a month, how about one?" Lilin's rough cheeks darkened, and he said in a muffled voice, as a formal fighter, the Leyson family will distribute some luxury goods every month, rum is one of them, and it is also the favorite of these fighters, but unfortunately the share is too small to supply the consumption of these fighters.

"That's it, I remember, Cole said he had something to do with me, let's talk about it next time." John shrugged his shoulders indifferently and walked away.

"Wait, two glasses, no more!" Lilin grabbed John and said with a bitter face.

"Oh~?" John raised his voice long, but he didn't mean to turn around.

"Three cups, you goddamn vampire, if it doesn't work, I'll go find Cole!" Rilin cursed through gritted teeth.

"Deal, hehe, don't be bitter, if you win this one, you can get a chance to take a vacation and a reward of five gold coins, out of this hellish place, you must drink enough rum, what is there to be frustrated." John laughed and patted Rillin on the shoulder, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and walking towards the edge of the ring.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, as long as you get ten victories and your strength reaches the peak of the third-order profession, you can be promoted to a high-level fighter, but if the fighter whose strength has not reached the peak of the third-order profession If you get ten victories, the Colosseum will reward a certain amount of gold coins and allow a three-day vacation to leave the fighter's residential area, of course, the scope of activities is limited to the city, but only that, it also makes many fighters who meet the conditions break their heads.

"Humph! It's easy to say, to come out of that kind of place alive, who knows what kind of freak it is? Lilin snorted and said wryly.

"You're wrong." A flash of disdain flashed in John's eyes, and he sneered: "I have probably stayed in that dirty place for a long time, since that kid came out to the present, he has not even learned combat skills except for eating and sleeping every day, such an opponent, I guarantee you victory!" ”

"How is that possible!?" Lilin's eyes widened in disbelief, as a veteran fighter, Lilin has a deep understanding of the cruelty of the Colosseum, all the fighters here are fighting to get out of slavery, training themselves day and night, how can they waste precious time sleeping?

"That's just the way it is." John shrugged his shoulders, and then said funny: "Moreover, when choosing a weapon yesterday, this kid actually chose an infantry spear as a weapon. ”

"Infantry spear!?" Li Lin's eyes widened in astonishment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, what is the concept of an infantry spear? In the history of the mainland's battles, the spear infantry is the garbage in the garbage, and in the army, the infantry spear is a weapon that only the cannon fodder battalion can equip with, and the wooden gun barrel is fragile and cannot withstand a blunt shot, such a weapon that even ordinary poor people are unwilling to use.

"How's it going, aren't you relieved?" John punched Rillin hard in the chest and said, "Remember to bring me wine!" ”

"Haha, it's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Lilin laughed heartily, although there are still three days before the official battle starts, but in the eyes of many people, there is no suspense in this battle, thinking that after three days, not only can you get three days off, but also get a generous bonus, Lilin, who has always been known for being stingy, is rare and bold.

In the primary virtual training ground, Zhuo Ao didn't know what the outside world said about him, at this time, his face was a little tired, although he would not consume any physical strength, but continuous fighting, even if his physical strength would not be consumed, but the experience of dying again and again was enough to torture a mentally normal person to collapse, but Zhuo Ao survived, not only survived, but at this moment, although Zhuo Ao was tired, but compared to before entering the virtual training ground, there were more indescribable changes.

If before entering the virtual training ground, Zhuo Ao was a crazy beast, exuding a savage, ferocious and tyrannical aura, then now, like a battle-hardened warrior, that savage, ferocious, tyrannical aura is gone, replaced by a tenacity and fierceness from the inside out.

"I don't know if you're conscious, but thank you anyway!" Looking at the indifferent young man who was always as cold as ice, Zhuo Ao held the spear in his hand, and did not move immediately as usual, but bowed slightly to express his gratitude to the other party.

"Shoot!" The young man was as indifferent as ever, but he did not attack first as before, and there was a rare solemnity in his eyes when he looked at Zhuo Ao, he did not know fear without independent consciousness, but at this moment, Zhuo Ao's body had an aura that could make him a gunman.

"Hum~"

There is no answer, the gun is the best answer, the spear in Zhuo Ao's hand pierced the void, an ordinary straight stab, but after the spear was stabbed, it had a wonderful arc, strangely crossed the space between the two, as if it appeared in front of the indifferent young man in an instant.

The indifferent young man raised his gun, turned sideways, the barrel of the gun was across his chest, avoiding Zhuo Ao's stabbing, at least, the young man thought that he had avoided it, but the next moment, the young man's pupils suddenly dilated, and the spear that he thought had been avoided seemed to have suddenly had life, turning to himself, the cold spear edge tore through the air, leaving a faint cold light, lightly avoiding the gun shaft of the young man across his chest, cutting the throat of the young man, victory or defeat - stand!

"Congratulations to the host for breaking through the bottleneck of basic marksmanship and reaching the fourth level, in addition to the original attributes of skill upgrades, an additional +1 reward for all attributes, and a summon point reward of 500 points due to the host's spearmanship breaking through the bottleneck."

"Thank you!" Zhuo Ao bowed again to the young man's gradually dissipating body, and his figure gradually dissipated into the virtual training ground.

When he regained consciousness again, he had returned to the stone house assigned to him in the Colosseum, there was no cold, damp and foul-smelling air, listening to the constant shouting outside, Zhuo Ao's gaze was more determined, the prosperity of life was not important to Zhuo Ao, in this continent, no one would understand the desire for freedom of a soul from modern times.

"Di ~ Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the trial of the gun, through continuous efforts, breaking through the upper limit of the skill level of the virtual training ground, the basic gunnery has been upgraded to level 4, and the title of gunner has been obtained, in addition to the bonus of the gunman itself, the title reward is additional: +1 for all attributes, 300 summon points."

Listening to the voice of the system in his head, Zhuo Ao clenched his fist fiercely, this was the only way for him to obtain summon points before obtaining intermediate permissions, and at the same time opened his attribute interface

Host: Zhuo Ao

Class: Warrior

Title: Gunslinger

Root bone 10, perception 11, strength 21, agility 18, constitution 19, spirit 11

Skill: Basic Spear Lv4, Basic Breathing Lv3

Talents: Wild Heart, Martial Arts Mastery

Comprehensive strength evaluation: the early stage of the second order

Followers (0/1)

Summon Point: 800

Primary Permissions: Primary Virtual Training Ground, Portable Space, Summoning Mall Primary Permissions

"Fighter Zhuoao, in ten minutes, your first battle will begin in the Colosseum, please follow me to the Colosseum!" An indifferent voice woke up Zhuo Ao, who was immersed in the space of consciousness, and when he raised his head, his gaze had changed to indifference again.

"Lead the way." Zhuo Ao stretched out his hand and held the infantry spear resting in the corner of the wall in his hand, and the reason why he hadn't wiped it for a long time had covered the already rough infantry spear with a layer of dust.

"Follow me." Glancing at the infantry spear in Zhuo Ao's hand, an undisguised disgust and disdain flashed in the eyes of the swordsman who came to lead the way, and he didn't pay attention to Zhuo Ao's arrogance, turned around directly, and said coldly as he walked: "Your good luck ends here, the battle between fighters is not as simple as imagined." ”

"Good luck? Maybe. Listening to the swordsman's words, a smile tugged at the corner of Zhuo Ao's mouth, his luck seemed to be really good.

"Humph!" The swordsman didn't say anything more, and strode in the direction of the Colosseum with great pride.