"The remaining two hundred are interest."

The bear-headed man said.

"I haven't started using this yet, and the interest will be collected first?"

The corners of Link's mouth twitched, and after thinking about it, he didn't bother to care.

If you really want to think about it, you have just signed the contract, and you will inevitably have to fight for a while.

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't matter if there are more, hundreds, less, hundreds.

Eight hundred is not a lot, and if you put it all in, you can multiply it dozens of times if you change hands.

"If there is no problem, I wish you can change your life against the sky."

The bear-headed man turned and left.

Link didn't care, just found a random place and waited for the game to start.

Ten minutes later, the distribution of the contestants has been completed.

Link managed to learn about his opponent, a sturdy minotaur who was nearly two meters tall!

The Minotaur doesn't look very easy to mess with, but compared to other players, it is much inferior, and it is considered to be the weaker category among many players.

Only then did Link feel relieved, and he put the borrowed 800 Void Coins into the gambling house, and bought all of them to win for himself.

When placing the bet, Link deliberately concealed his appearance.

The people in the gambling house are not stupid, if you see a contestant openly betting on himself, the ghost knows that there is a cat in it, and the odds will definitely be affected!

After all this operation, the game is almost about to start.

Coincidentally. Link was the first one.

Maybe the staff of the gladiatorial arena weren't very optimistic about Link, and wanted to let Link appear first to liven up the atmosphere.

Generally speaking, a person of Link's size would be beaten up with blood and flesh flying when he encountered a minotaur, and this kind of scene was perfect for livening up the atmosphere.

Before debuting, Link confirmed the banker's odds again, and it fell to 10:1.

Ten minutes ago, that number was 27:1.

Apparently.

Someone bought his bet, and the share was not small, which pulled down a lot of odds.

"Forget it, 10:1 is enough."

Link didn't care, after all, his goal was just a ticket money.

As long as the money he earns in the end is enough to buy a ticket, it doesn't matter if he suffers a loss or something.

Now that the gambling house has been closed, this odds are dead, and they will not continue to fall, which is enough.

Link warmed up casually and walked directly into the gladiatorial arena through the athlete's passage.

The design of the gladiatorial arena is similar to that of a traditional stadium, with a large oval open space in the middle for the players to play, and the open space is surrounded by rows of spectator seats.

It can be seen that the people of the orc station love gladiatorial competitions for ten minutes, and the field can be said to be full.

As soon as Link appeared on the stage, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

Link frowned.

He didn't think he was so famous that he could cause such enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

Apparently.

This cheer is not for him.

Subconsciously, he looked at the passage of the player opposite him, and his opponent Minotaur had already walked out of it.

"This minotaur is so famous?"

Link was full of question marks.

He remembered that there was no such person among the popular players, could it be that there was a problem with the document given to him by the staff?

His question didn't last long, and soon the commentator's voice gave an excited answer: "Let's welcome Mr. Marshall, the magician from Imaon City!" ”

"This is the first time Mr. Ma has participated in the gladiatorial competition, and it is said that it is to give him some new magic to find inspiration, let us give him the warmest applause again!"

The audience cheered again.

Link was speechless for a moment.

The affection of his opponent is not in terms of fame in the game, but in other ways.

"Although Marshall participated in a gladiatorial competition for the first time, his strength in combat should not be underestimated, and it is said that he has not lost ten moves under Warrenk, who has the name of a meat grinder!"

The commentator continued: "I believe he can give us a great performance in today's game! ”

At the end, he looked at Link, "And Mr. Marshall's opponent today is a warrior from the Stan continent - Mr. Link!" ”

There was no reaction in the audience.

This is also normal, Link, who will be beaten with two fists at a glance, can't arouse their interest at all.

Rather than that, they were more concerned about Link being beaten to death in a matter of rounds, and then staging a bloody scene.

Only those things can arouse their enthusiasm!

"It's really rare to have this kind of physique."

"Indeed, two rounds at most, I've seen Marshall fight like he looks, it's terrifying!"

"Just kidding! One round at most, didn't you hear that he was from the Stan's continent? The people there are notoriously sick seedlings, and they are all goods that fall when the wind blows. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Link didn't care about any of this at all, just stared at his opponent.

Instinctively, he felt a very palpable sense of oppression.

This is an added effect of the spider's reaction, allowing him to roughly judge whether he is an opponent or not based on his feelings alone.

Apparently.

His strength is far worse than the other party.

The other party is obviously not the kind of stupid and thick person who only has a big head, but a powerful opponent with a good fighting talent!

This battle is not easy.

"I admire your courage."

After Marshall responded enthusiastically to the audience, he looked at Link with some playfulness, "What is the purpose of your coming to this game?" ”

"It's just a lack of money."

Link replied briefly.

"It's not a good place to make money."

Marshall smiled slightly, "Don't worry, you people from the Stan Continent have helped me, and I will try to spare your life." ”

"Thank you very much."

As soon as Link finished speaking, a loud whistle sounded.

The competition is officially on!

Marshall did not hesitate, and rushed forward with his fists clenched.

Link, on the other hand, is still standing stupidly in place.

"I thought he had two brushes, but now it looks like he's been carried away in one round."

"Yes, I don't have an advantage in strength, I should run up as soon as possible to delay time, is it looking for death to stand still stupidly?"

"Hahaha, I expected this to happen, but I placed a bet of 1000, although the odds are very low, but the money given away for nothing is not earned in vain."

The crowd has already made up their minds about this match.

They felt that the only way Link could survive was to keep avoiding Marshall and running around the field.

If this drags on until the end of time, he has a chance of surviving.

However.

Now Link's performance is purely an act of looking for death.

And at this time.

Link was slightly stunned.

He stood in place, naturally not frightened, but felt a magnetic force in Marshall's fist.

What is the situation!

Swish!

Marshall had already run to the front and smashed it with a punch.

Link was not afraid to respond with a punch, and at the same time subconsciously attracted the magnetic force.

Boom!

Marshall flew out!