"Ugh! Belch! Yes! ”

The ghoul roared, his hideous face full of irrational madness.

But at this moment, its knees had been trampled off, and it could only kneel on the ground, and its head was grabbed by Rayson from behind, and its senseless waving hands could not grasp anything except breath.

"Click!"

There was a crunch.

Rayson snapped the ghoul's neck, and the roar stopped abruptly, and the ghoul lay on the ground, silent.

Including him, Rayson has taken out a total of six ghouls, winning three in a row. Not far from the ground was a rusty machete, which had been thrown in by someone in the audience. Although it is said that weapons can already be used in the third game, to deal with the low-level threat of ghouls, Rayson didn't even bother to pick up the knife, so he simply chose to solve it with his bare hands.

After three games, less than ten minutes passed, and everyone was shocked by Rayson's skill. Those who bet on Rayson to not survive two games lost all their gambling money and beat their chests.

The dwarf looked at the situation, picked up the bullhorn and shouted, "Congratulations to our challenger, who has won three games in a row!" ”

"So! Challenger! Do you want to end there and claim the rewards for winning three games, or do you want to move on to the fourth? The dwarf asked Rayson with another shout.

As at the end of the previous two games, Rayson didn't look back, still standing in place and showing his attitude with his actions. He had to win five games in a row, and the slave who got that reward had some permission to track down the clues about Su Ling, how could he stop there?

The dwarf also saw Rayson's determination, and waved his hand to beckon, "Our challenger is very brave!" Then the fourth! Begin! ”

There was a tsunami in the audience, and most people wanted to continue watching.

Rayson finished three fights with great speed, taking out six ghouls, all with his bare hands, which was enough to stun everyone. In the past, most of the people who participated in the Colosseum were poor people who couldn't survive and risked their lives to fight for the end.

The only thing not to be surprised was Maurice, who, as he had done at the beginning, was holding the long cloth bag that Rayson had handed him, nervously watching the situation on the field.

In the yellow sand field, Rayson secretly slandered himself, one ghoul in the first game, two in the second game, three in the third game, shouldn't four be dragged out in the fourth game? That's boring.

Just as he was thinking, there was another noise at the entrance on the other side, and Rayson narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to prepare.

The noise kept coming, but there was no figure in sight. It took a long time to see a few writhing figures gradually appear.

It was two stout men, one with a chain in his hand, dragging a humanoid creature taller than theirs; The man who was dragged out was muscular, more than two meters tall, his limbs were as thick as cement pillars, his exposed skin was sickly purple-red, his eyes were bloodthirsty and hungry, and his mouth was constantly roaring like a beast.

Although it was the first time he had seen this creature, Rayson could clearly feel that the danger of this guy was by no means comparable to that of ghouls, and the difference in size between the two alone could be seen. Ghouls are human beings who have lost their minds after being infected, and their body size remains the same as that of ordinary humans, but this guy is like a wall when he stands, and at first glance he looks like a human, but his body is so large that it is beyond the scope of normal humans.

The two strong men who dragged it out were full of struggle, and their hands holding the chains were still shaking. Finally dragged the humanoid giant beast to the center of the field, one of the strong men slipped under his feet, and was suddenly pulled back by the giant beast holding the chain, and his head was grabbed by the big purple hand.

In the next second, the strong man's head was like an exploding watermelon, pinched and exploded in his hand by a giant beast.

Seeing that his companion was pinched on the head, another strong man was so frightened that he threw off the chain in his hand and ran away. The humanoid giant beast shook off the corpse, looked at the scarlet hands and stretched out its tongue, licking it little by little.

Every move is like a beast.

"Fourth! Begin! Will the challenger be able to defeat this mutant this time? Let's wait and see! The dwarf shouted through the loudspeaker, and the spectators in the audience cheered as they all waited for Rayson's performance.

Of course, most people don't think that Rayson can easily deal with it, and have even begun to imagine Rayson's tragic death. The dwarf even smiled at the corner of his mouth, although the first three games, Rayson solved them easily, but he didn't think that Rayson could pass this fourth game, since Saito ordered him to take care of the Colosseum, until now, no one who has challenged has survived the hands of this humanoid beast.

Rayson's expression also became serious. I have to say that since he woke up and set foot on this continent again, there have been too many things beyond his cognition; Ghouls, mutants, what weird creatures will appear next time?

Cautiously, Rayson didn't approach immediately, tentatively kicking a fist-sized piece of gravel at his feet at the mutant first.

Seeing that the gravel was about to hit, the mutant suddenly reacted and dodged to the side, which was able to dodge.

Immediately, the mutant's eyes were fixed on Rayson, who seemed to be very angry, and also grabbed a piece of gravel and threw it at Rayson, and then rushed over with a roar.

Rayson hurriedly dodged the smashed rubble, already having a judgment in his heart; Able to dodge danger and use tools, this mutant has more brains than ghouls, and with its great power, dozens of ghouls are not as dangerous as this one mutant.

The mutant rushed over and pounced, and Rayson dodged again, but he could dodge, if he was half a second slower, he was afraid that he would have been held by the mutant now.

Rayson hesitated to simply take off his coat and use the exoskeleton's shoulder cannon to meet the enemy; No one had checked Rayson before, so no one knew that Rayson was wearing a mechanical exoskeleton under his coat.

But if the exoskeleton is exposed now, it is difficult to guarantee whether it will be entangled with the short man in the future; After all, the rules of the Colosseum are that the first two games must be freehanded, and God knows if wearing an exoskeleton is considered unarmed in their eyes?

To avoid trouble, Rayson decided not to expose the exoskeleton and instead looked for another weapon.

There was also the machete that had been thrown in from the auditorium on the ground beside it. Rayson rushed over and picked up the knife, and the mutant climbed up at the same time.

The mutant spreads its arms and lunges at Rayson head-on, who backhands his knife and ducks it when the mutant gets closer, lowering his body to dodge its bear hug while sweeping his machete across the mutant's abdomen.

But then, Rayson sensed that something was wrong, and the feeling of the machete was like a scratch on the rough wood. Looking back, the mutant was not injured at all, and there was no imaginary huge wound on the abdomen, only a faint, barely visible mark.

"Damn ......"

Rayson's face turned solemn, and the mutant's skin was unusually tough, something he hadn't expected, and the machete couldn't effectively kill it.

After a failed blow, the mutant began to fight back, turned around and swept at Rayson with a thick arm, and Rayson subconsciously raised his knife to block.

But the iron arm directly bent the blade of the machete, and slammed into Rayson's chest. Rayson only felt a tightness in his chest, and he took a few steps back to stand firm.

Rayson must admit that he still underestimated this mutant, not only because of its strength, but also because of its incredible speed.

The mutant who repelled Rayson didn't stop there, and after the pursuit, he raised his fist and slammed it into Rayson's head.

Everyone in the audience watched, and for a while, they all held their breath, and the needles in the Colosseum could be heard.

Almost everyone thought that the mutant must have smashed Rayson's head this time, and they all craned their necks to see Rayson's tragic situation at the moment.

But soon, everyone who saw the situation on the field gasped.

Rayson still stood, abandoning his discarded machete and holding the massive fist with both hands raised.

Only Rayson himself knows, because he didn't wear headphones and didn't give instructions to the AI, the exoskeleton on his body has always maintained the lowest power output, which can only ensure that it itself will not become a burden to Rayson's actions.

The attack just now came too fast, and perhaps because it had been damaged, the self-protection mechanism of the exoskeleton did not react, and it did not output auxiliary power to Rayson in time, so he could only rely on the strength of his own body to withstand the attack of the mutant.

Thunderson only felt that the muscles and joints of his body had received a huge impact, and his feet were still slightly submerged into the ground, and he clearly felt the strength of the mutant. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that my arms would have been fractured and my head would be smashed to pieces.

Holding back the slam blow, Rayson also felt the exoskeleton react, and immediately did a backflip on the spot, throwing out a kick to the deviant's chin.

With the power of the exoskeleton, the mutant was directly kicked out, and the huge body rose into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The Colosseum was silent for a while, and then erupted into a tsunami-like cheer. They hadn't seen such an exciting battle for a long time, especially when they saw the huge deviant being knocked away by ordinary people, which made them feel even more inexplicably excited.

But Rayson in the field did not dare to relax, and the mutant did not die or faint after landing, but let out an even more piercing roar, struggling to get up.

A few more guys flew from the auditorium into the yellow sand. Rayson hurriedly rushed over to pick it up, waited for the mutant to get up, and threw it off with all his might.

The two machetes spun rapidly, successfully hitting the mutant and then ricocheting off, the rusty and rough blades still failing to penetrate and causing only minor cuts.

The mutant roared, grabbing the corpse of the ghoul on the ground next to him and wielding it as a weapon to fend off the blades that Rayson picked up and thrown.

Soon, all the nearby guys were thrown out by Rayson, and the mutant had a few more wounds on his body, but it was not serious, but the ghoul he wielded as a stick was already riddled with holes, and part of his head was cut off by the flying blade.

Rayson also saw that it was difficult for ordinary weapons to cause damage to mutants; After a moment's thought, Rayson had an idea, and suddenly turned and ran out.

Seeing Rayson turn around and run, the audience burst into bursts of boos, and many people were disappointed, thinking that Rayson was a hard bone, but they didn't expect to want to slip away; The mutant didn't intend to let go of Rayson, roaring and chasing, its huge body speeding through the yellow sand, each step stirring up the loess.

Rayson galloped all the way, and when he was about to approach the edge of the yellow sand field, he suddenly shouted to a certain position in the audience above: "Maurice! Throw my stuff in! ”

In the audience, Maurice kept an eye on Rayson's movements, and when he heard Rayson's shout, he was startled at first, and nodded busily.

"Oh? Oh! Good! ”

Maurice picked up the long bag and threw it with all his strength before throwing it over the steel fence.

At the same time, Rayson had already rushed to the edge of the field, his footsteps did not stop, but went all the way forward, and then stepped on the wall and continued to push up, three times on the vertical wall, and the last step jumped violently, rushing to the air nearly three meters high to catch the cloth bag thrown in.

In mid-air, Rayson pulled out the long knife in his cloth bag and turned around to slash at the pursuing mutant.

A blue arc of light flashed, and Rayson landed on the ground with his long knife.

In an instant, the mutant who was still menacing just now, as if it had suddenly been immobilized by a spell, stopped in place and remained motionless, still holding the corpse of the ghoul he used as a stick with one hand, and its mouth was still wide open like a roar, but no matter how you looked at it, it didn't feel the slightest bit vicious.

A red streak gradually appeared on the mutant's chest, growing longer and longer, and soon became a clear line of blood; The blood line runs from the mutant's left shoulder to his lower right abdomen, drawing a line diagonally on the mutant's body.

Rayson ignored the mutant and turned to retract his knife. At the same time as the blade entered the sheath, the blood line on the mutant's body spewed out a blood mist several feet high, and the entire huge body was bounded by the blood line, split into two, and turned into two large lumps of lifeless rotten flesh.

After a brief dead silence, the audience erupted in cheers again, so loud that it almost overturned the entire Colosseum.

But there is one person who is already stupid at the moment. The dwarf almost dropped his jaw in shock, looking at Rayson in the field, and the mutant who had been cut in half, not knowing what to do.

After a long time, under the reminder of the person next to him, the dwarf came back to his senses, picked up the horn and stammered: "Congratulations, congratulations to our brave challenger, the fourth victory, victory." ”

Since the Short Man took charge of the Colosseum, no one has ever won four games in a row, and most of them have died without even surviving the first or second games, and even if they can get away with winning three games, they have all died at the hands of the mutants.

This also leads to a problem, the dwarf didn't think at all, someone could defeat the mutant in the fourth game, so he didn't prepare the opponent in the fifth game at all.

Rayson waited for a long time, but still didn't hear the start of the fifth game, and turned his head to stare at the short man in the audience.

Feeling Lei Sen's cold gaze, the dwarf shuddered, struggled for a long time, and beckoned a few gunmen to follow him before he dared to come to the yellow sand field.

The dwarf walked up to Rayson with a cloth bag full of various supplies.

"Big brother, this is your reward for winning four games, or that's it......"

"Why hasn't the fifth game started yet?" Rayson interrupted the dwarf and asked bluntly.

"This ...... The ......" dwarf hesitated for a long time, and finally came up with a reason: "The opponent in the first and fifth games is not ready, and now I can't continue for the time being." ”

"Not ready?" Rayson's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked the short man up and down.

The dwarf couldn't tell what Rayson wanted to do, so he could only try to keep the awkward smile on his face.

The two sides were silent for a long time, and suddenly, Rayson suddenly took a step forward: "Then you tell me!" When will it be ready? ”

The sudden questioning caught the dwarf off guard, and when he met the cold light in Rayson's eyes, he felt that the air around him seemed to have dropped a few degrees, and he was cold, and the cloth bag in his hand couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, and he subconsciously replied: "Tomorrow!" Tomorrow! Be ready tomorrow! ”

The two gunmen sensed that the situation was not right, and hurriedly went up to block the dwarf behind them.

Rayson's cold gaze swept over the few people in front of him, and he was silent for a while before stepping out in the direction of the entrance of the venue.

"I'll come back this time tomorrow!"

With a few words, Rayson brushed his sleeves away, not even glancing at the cloth bag on the ground.

The dwarf looked at his departing back, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't help but sit on the ground.

Inexplicably, the tragic death of the mutant being cut in two with a knife resurfaced in the dwarf's mind; The dwarf only felt that his brain was numb, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his face was full of depression.

Seeing this, the gunman who was protecting him next to him was puzzled: "This kid is so arrogant? Otherwise, we'll just kill him. ”

"Die, die! I'll kill you first! The dwarf leapt up from the ground and slapped the man with the gun on the head.

These reckless men are dull, but dwarfs are not stupid. He could see that Rayson was by no means a good stubble, and if he really wanted to provoke him by just now, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he didn't think that with these men and the guns in their hands, he could get Rayson 100% of the time. If you really fight, at such a close distance, you can't tell who killed whom first.

What's more, the six ghouls and one mutant who had died tragically in the Colosseum were enough to prove that Rayson was not simple, and judging from the situation just now, Rayson had not exhausted his strength. The dwarf doesn't want to get into trouble with a terrifying trick and unknown source.

The dwarf thought for a long time, patted his head with a headache, and sighed: "It seems that this thing is ...... I really reported it to Boss Saito. ”

By this time, Rayson had already left the Colosseum, and did not forget to sneak Mauristi out of the audience as he went.

"Boss, boss, is this the end?" Maurice was like a chick, almost left the Colosseum by Rayson with the back collar, and he didn't react to what was going on at this point: "Isn't this the fourth?" Boss, you don't mean to ......."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Rayson interrupted Maurice impatiently, and only after leaving the Colosseum did he ask in a deep voice, "Before, how many people won the fourth game, you tell me the truth." ”

As he spoke, Rayson kept walking, and Maurister could only trot alongside him.

Maurice thought as he walked, but in his memory, he really didn't seem to have heard of anyone who had won four games in a row like Rayson: "Boss, boss, I seem to be ...... Haven't heard of it. Why don't we ask someone, maybe someone else ......."

"No need." Rayson waved his hand: "If I'm not mistaken, they didn't even think about preparing for the fifth game." ”

"Huh?" Maurice was stunned: "But, but, they clearly advertised before that they could get a slave if they won five games in a row!" Is it all fake? ”

Rayson thought for a moment, and then said: "Since you dare to publicize it with great fanfare, I estimate that slaves really exist, but they didn't think that anyone could really get them." ”

After saying that, Rayson sneered again: "But now, they really have to prepare for the fifth game, and the prizes." Hopefully when I come back tomorrow, they won't let me down!

Maurice glanced at Rayson, whose face was grim, and a cold sweat ran down his head.

Rayson's attitude seems casual, but Maurice knows very well that if the Colosseum is still like today tomorrow, it will not be able to provide what Rayson wants, and he is afraid of the consequences...... It would be unimaginably serious.

Maurice followed Rayson for a long time, gradually began to gasp, and walked for a while, until he came to a remote alley, Maurice finally couldn't help but ask: "So, boss, where are we going now?" ”

"Where are you going?"

Rayson paused, looked at his surroundings, and turned around: "Where to go, I haven't thought about it yet." But we'll have to deal with the tail that follows us first. ”

"Tail?"

Glancing at Mauris with a bewildered expression, Rayson sneered, and then snorted coldly at the entrance of the alley.

"Come out, you've followed us all the way, it's time to come out and chat."