The goblin did not attack the fighters as the organizers intended, but instead attacked the VIP seats sitting in the front row.

However, when it tried to cross the two-meter-high wall, a thunder-type magic defense array suddenly appeared on the wall, causing the unsuspecting goblin's limbs to go numb, and he fell from mid-air and fell heavily on the arena.

The warrior suddenly jumped forward, seizing the opportunity to attack the goblin who had not yet risen, and the audience couldn't help but think of the boos, the warrior's strategy was undoubtedly correct, but for the audience, it was a fair duel, and the life and death of the warrior was not a topic of concern to them.

The warrior's equipment is not excellent, the goblin that is three levels higher is fully armed, and after losing the opportunity, it still uses the small shield in his hand to block a few two-handed sword attacks, and then stands firm and begins to counterattack.

The two-handed sword focuses on attacking, but the small shield held by the goblin has a high chance of blocking the fierce attack, and the weakness of the warrior's own lack of defense is constantly magnified as the HP drops.

It wasn't until the HP turned from yellow to red that the cordon made such a seemingly suspenseless duel hot, and the arena, which had been relatively calm just now, seemed to be thrown into a lake of stones, flooding with layers of waves. The alcohol drunk by the audience before exerted a catalyst effect just right, and the crowd became more and more hot, and many people stood up and shouted, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to **.

Renault is disgusted by the surface of the audience, most of which are not as fierce and fearless as they seem, on the contrary, underneath the surging exterior is a cowardly and timid heart.

They don't dare to go deep into the wilderness to explore treasures, nor do they have the courage to sharpen themselves and break free from the shackles of the 4D true dimensional world, but use the blood and sand of others to numb themselves and hide their inner timidity. When their compatriots are in trouble, there are still many who gloat and hope that death will come on the heads of the warriors.

"Why don't you use a life potion?" Renault was puzzled.

"The arena is forbidden to use all medicines, otherwise, the game will become a money-burning game. Look at the arena to see if there is a light-colored pattern that resembles a magic array. ”

Reminded by the old drunkard, Renault noticed that these patterns were almost integrated into the venue, and the intricate symbols outlined strange shapes that even Renault could not understand. "Is it a magic array?"

"That's right, the forbidden medicine magic array that specifically restricts players from using potions, I heard that the Iron King spent a lot of money to ask someone to complete it."

As soon as the possibility of using the potion is lost, the disadvantage of the warrior becomes apparent.

The blunt mace is the nemesis of the warrior's heavy armor, and the nimble shield always blocks his full force at critical moments. Finally, the warrior with bottomed HP gave up everything, raised his two-handed sword above his head, and slashed at the goblin who also bottomed out with the greatest amount of back, but the warrior's face did not show the joy of victory, and his eyes were full of fear and pain. It turned out that the mace had hit him the side of his ribs at some point.

After two bursts of cracking sound almost simultaneously, the arena went blank. It was as if the thrilling battle of life and death had never happened.

With a bang, Renault's clenched fist slammed into the low cabinet, and four words almost spit out from between his teeth: "Grass Kan human life!" ”

The old drunkard on the side immediately reassured: "Don't get excited, since he chooses to play, he should have the consciousness of death." Maybe death is a good relief for him, better than not being alive and dying like me. As he spoke, the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox arose, and the old drunkard raised his neck and drank all the cows of one-third of the "Margaret" in the cup.

"Why do you say he accepted such a challenge," the surrounding spectators had not yet recovered from the excitement of the arena, whistles and drunken shouts rang in their ears from time to time, and a small number of people sighed for the death of the warriors, but most showed no mercy. This annoyed Renault.

"Maybe it's fate, most of them are burdened with a lot of debt, or in order to earn gold coins to buy good equipment, they signed a contract with the arena to fight. And there are not a few such people. With a sip of the cocktail that was considered a treasure, the old drunkard began to regret his impulsiveness.

"But the difference is three levels, how can you lose to garbage that is not even an elite monster? He had at least 10 chances to win, but he didn't take any of them. Renault said regretfully.

The old drunkard reluctantly licked the bottom of the crystal cup with his tongue, trying to find the remaining taste.

After making sure that there was no "wine" that slipped through the net, he sighed: "Most people here don't have the courage to challenge ordinary monsters of the same level as themselves, he dares to stand up and compete with humanoid monsters that are higher than three levels, which is enough to win most of the respect, but unfortunately in people's eyes, only the victors can be tolerated, and the losers or those who die together are the objects of their ridicule." This is the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the hot and cold state of the world. ”

Renault didn't know what the warrior was up for, but his courage was commendable. It's just that his price is too huge, if he is given enough time to develop, he will not die in the arena.

In Renault's eyes, as long as he slightly improved the attributes of that blue two-handed sword, or directly replaced it with a high-grade purple weapon, the fruits of victory would have been within reach for a long time. Or replace the heavy armor mixed with white clothes for a suit, and you will never die.

But for a person who trades his life for payment, these may be made up of astronomical numbers, which may seem like nothing more than a gesture to a deep-pocketed magic swordsman, but for most ordinary players who are struggling to make ends meet, they are a luxury that can only be realized in dreams.

"Could it be that the people of the Iron Power King have fallen to this extent?" Renault couldn't help but ask.

"You mean the two-handed sword warrior? He wasn't from the Iron Fist Commune, just a hired gladiator to earn a commission. The real lineage fighters all appeared in the finale. You see, Cao Cao Cao will arrive. ”

Suddenly, the magic lights at the top turned dazzling white at the same time, and the arena, which had been somewhat dim just a moment ago, was as bright as day in an instant. A pitch-black figure followed a portal to the amphitheater, and his appearance was exchanged for enthusiastic applause from the audience, and most of the audience stood up excitedly, as if to welcome the arrival of the king.

Even the sluggish old drunkard craned his neck in excitement and roared desperately in his hoarse voice. "He's the finale of the game, and he's the undefeated king here - Blackjack."

It's him!?

Far away, Renault's electric gaze recognized that the tall and strong black man was the personal thug of the Iron King.

"A level 30 boxer, it's a bit of a sight, but the audience's performance isn't so fanatical, right?" Renault asked.