Chen Lingfeng looked at Mo Xiaoli standing beside the tyrant, he instinctively wanted to rush to the stage, but was held down by several black-clothed guards next to him.

The tyrant took the glass, which was filled with a red liquid like bright red blood. He raised his glass, and the black-clothed people in the audience cheered again.

"Today is the day I marry the new queen, and the fighters will fight to please yourself. Warriors who can fight to the end today, I will betroth my daughter to him, the supreme honor, now, start the carnival! The tyrant drank the wine from his glass. The black-clothed man in the audience erupted in excitement, and the guards on the side of the gladiatorial arena also let go of Chen Lingfeng and pushed him into the arena.

Entering the field, there were all kinds of cold weapons in the left corner, iron rods, knives, swords, etc., Chen Lingfeng had never had training in weapon fighting, he looked at all kinds of weapons, and he didn't know where to choose.

In the middle of the day, he picked up the iron sword stuck in the plank, for it was the only weapon he had ever seen how to use it up close.

Soon, Chen Lingfeng's opponent also entered, it was an old man covered in dust, tired face, and with a hunched body, he walked to the corner where the weapon was placed, and picked up a short-handled axe tremblingly.

The black-clothed men in the stands on both sides let out bursts of laughter, and they all began to discuss who was looking for this unlucky ghost.

At the entrance of the gladiatorial arena opposite, a tall and strong man kept patting his subordinates' heads, asking how he could find such an old man to compete. The subordinates spread their hands helplessly, saying that they had no supplies in their hands and could not exchange them for better duelists. The strong man lifted his men and threw him out.

"When" was accompanied by a bell, and the duel in the gladiatorial arena officially began.

The old man trembled and rushed towards Chen Lingfeng with an axe, his eyes full of panic. Chen Lingfeng looked at him from a distance, and just gently turned his body to avoid the old man's attack.

The old man then stumbled and fell to the ground, his mouth hit the handle of the axe, and blood immediately flowed.

The man in black in the stands laughed again, and the tall strong man could no longer sit still, so he pulled out the pistol on his waist and aimed it at the old man lying on the ground.

The old man struggled to his feet, and looking at the muzzle of the black hole, he raised his axe again, with a look of fear, like a hoarse roar coming from the throat of a bellows. But he was so slow that a gentle breeze could push him down. The laughter in the stands was even louder, and then "bang", the gun went off, and the old man's chest exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and then he fell.

Blood splattered onto Chen Lingfeng's clothes, and he touched it with his hand, sticky and warm.

The old man was quickly dragged down by the guards like a cattle, and the tyrant raised his glass again and announced that the first game had been won by the Black Tiger. Yes, Chen Lingfeng is now a slave of the Black Tiger.

In the second match, Chen Lingfeng's opponent was a muscular young man, and as soon as he came on the court, he waved his fists to do warm-up exercises, and it could be seen that this guy had considerable combat experience.

At this time, thunderous cheers also erupted from the stands, "Viper, viper", "tear him viper", "hang this kid。。。。。。

The man, known as the Viper, raised his right hand and stretched out his thumb, and silence returned to the room.

"Boy, although I have no grievances with you, but in order to survive, I have to ask you to die, not to mention that today's winner can marry the daughter of a tyrant, I'm sorry." The viper waved his hand, turned his thumb upside down, and made a throat-slitting motion on his neck.

The audience erupted in deafening cheers.

The viper stood still, he didn't take a weapon, and rushed towards Chen Lingfeng with his bare hands.

Rushing forward, the viper's two hands were like two huge iron tongs, pounced on Chen Lingfeng with the sound of the wind, trying to control him directly. Chen Lingfeng turned his body and flashed his clamp just as the viper's hands were about to close.

As soon as the blow hit the air, the viper immediately attacked again, he was not afraid of the weapon in Chen Lingfeng's hand, he waved his fists, and the dense fists kept hitting Chen Lingfeng's face.

Chen Lingfeng kept retreating, and soon retreated to the edge of the gladiatorial arena, the viper's fists attacked again, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Chen Lingfeng had to raise the iron sword in his hand and stab at the viper, trying to force him back temporarily.

However, the viper had no intention of dodging, he directly opened his right hand to hold the blade of the sword, and pulled the iron sword out of Chen Lingfeng's hand.

Chen Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the viper to directly dismiss his injury. For a moment, the viper wrapped around his body like a ghost, and the green tendons on his left arm burst out, strangling his neck.

"Boy, now is the world of the jungle, everything comes from strength, and the weak will only become food for the strong." The viper showed an excited expression, he raised his right hand and wiped the blood from his hand on Chen Lingfeng's face. He waved his arms towards the stands, signaling the need for more cheers.

The men in black in the stands also became extremely excited, and they all stood up from their seats, shouting the name of the viper. It's like a recreation of the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Chen Lingfeng only felt that his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and his mind began to faint due to lack of oxygen. In a trance, he saw Mo Xiaoli sitting next to the tyrant again, her eyes were dull and she didn't say a word.

"No, I can't die here." Chen Lingfeng said silently in his heart, and then he began to feel a force rising from his body.

Chen Lingfeng clasped the viper's left arm with both hands and pulled it off his neck little by little.

Viper's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he had lost all his strength to the seemingly thin young man in front of him.

Before the viper could react, Chen Lingfeng slammed an elbow into his lower abdomen, and the viper instantly felt a burst of colic and bent down. Then Chen Lingfeng turned around and hit the viper in the face with a heavy punch, and then one, two, and three punches... Fists rained down on the viper, and soon he fell to his knees.

Chen Lingfeng picked up the iron sword on the ground and put it on the neck of the viper, and the surrounding stands immediately fell silent at this time, but soon a louder cry sounded, "Kill him!" Kill him! ”

Chen Lingfeng looked at this group of madmen in the last days, they didn't care about human life at all, they only cared about the stimulation and enjoyment of the senses. No one will ask what tomorrow will bring, the threat of death at any time and place has distorted their repression, and the most primitive animality of human beings has begun to unleash endlessly.

"Quick, kill me, I don't want to die at their hands!" The viper knelt on the ground and looked at Chen Lingfeng with blood on his face.

But before Chen Lingfeng could react, a gunshot rang out, and the viper's body trembled and fell, blood gushing out of his forehead, and soon stained a large area of land.

"Young man, what's your name?" The tyrant on the stage raised his glass and cheered.

"I... I don't have a name. Chen Lingfeng threw away the iron sword and stood in place looking at the viper's corpse. The words "survival of the fittest, the strong eat the strong" echoed in his ears, which Chu Jingnan told Wang Mo that day, and now he began to understand this sentence a little.

"It's not okay to have no name, from now on you will be my tyrant's son-in-law, you will be called Blade" The tyrant raised his glass after speaking, "To the new king of the gladiatorial arena, Blade!" ”

"Blade! Blade! The audience remembered the cheers that shook the mountain again, and the cheers that belonged to the viper who fell to the ground a second ago, and in the blink of an eye, no one seemed to remember his life and death.

Chen Lingfeng was taken back to his basement room, where the tyrant ordered him to take him to his daughter tomorrow, and asked his men to prepare some good food for him.

Zhang Dingchuan looked at Chen Lingfeng, who came back unharmed, and was a little overjoyed, but Chen Lingfeng just walked to the corner of the room without saying a word. In the darkness that could not be illuminated, he quietly thought, tomorrow, tomorrow, does such a world still need tomorrow?