"I, Sicarius, win every battle!"

The gladiators in the arena raised their greatswords and shouted loudly.

The enthusiasm of the audience was rekindled by him, pushing the excitement to a peak, and they shouted in unison: "Sicarius, win all battles!"

Wren sat on the sofa in the box, observing the mighty gladiator with the eyes of his soul.

A powerful soul is exposed before the eyes.

"There is no Blood Soul Curse, and it is not an Transcendent, and it is indeed not a human. "Wren judged by the strength of the gladiator's soul, the other party is not a legend, the strength is quite seven to eight levels of transcendental, but there are quite a lot of elements in the soul, there are fifteen!

Intelligent races other than humans cannot fuse demon souls, and their elements generally have two sources.

One is born with a talent called racial talent.

In addition, through continuous learning and training, if you master a certain ability or skill, you will form elements in your soul.

Wren quickly discerned the elements of a gladiator.

Level 4 Strength, Level 2 Endurance, Tenacity, Unyielding Will, Self-Healing, Charge, Power Burst, Eye of Sight, Precision Throw, Heavy Attack, Shun Chop, Whirlwind Slash, Swift Shadow Thrust, Lightning Counterattack......

These elements are common, but extremely comprehensive, and each one is greatly strengthened after intensive training.

Strength, Defense, Skill, Ranged Attack.

Numerous elements combine to make a gladiator a near-perfect warrior!

The only drawback may be that it is a little slower, which is a weakness brought about by the large body, and it is difficult to make up for it the day after tomorrow.

Despite this, Wren was still amazed, this gladiator was not extraordinary, every element was acquired through training, it is hard to imagine how much sweat and energy he put into it.

Of course, the talent of this gladiator is far higher than that of ordinary humans and many races.

The legendary berserkers in the human race may not have so many elements.

"Huh?"

Wren looked at the soul elements of the gladiators one by one, and when he saw the last one, a question mark popped up in his mind because he didn't recognize this element.

The runes of the elements are very unfamiliar, they look complicated, and I don't know what level it is.

He opened the "Book of a Thousand Souls" on his mobile phone, and after searching and comparing it, he could confirm that this was an unknown element and there was no information to record it.

"Interesting ......"

Wren touched his chin, narrowed the vision of the Soul Eye, zoomed in on the appearance of this element, and carefully sensed it.

Because the distance is relatively far, the induction is not particularly clear, but you can still get some information, and you can roughly know the role of this element.

When the information came into his mind, Wren's eyes changed slightly, and he couldn't help but shake his whole body.

This element allows the gladiator to choose a target that is similar to his own body, and obtains part of the target's physical qualities, including strength, defense, speed, etc., but does not contain the target's spells or combat skills, but only the purest body enhancement, which is accumulated on the basis of itself, as long as the target is not changed, the body enhancement will always exist.

Wren didn't know if there were any restrictions on how this element could be used, or if it had an effect on the target, but it was definitely a very rare element.

"That's the effect!"

"This element is a bit worse than the Trickster's 'Mimicry', but 'Mimicry' can only last for a certain period of time under normal circumstances, and can only be simulated for a long time unless the target's soul is obtained. ”

"'Mimicry' is a transcendent element, this element should not be superb, it can only be regarded as rare, and it must be the top element of rarity. ”

"I don't know if it's his unique element, or if it'......s his racial talent?

Wren thought a lot at once.

All kinds of applications about this element were formed in his mind, and his gaze became a little eager as he looked at the gladiators in the arena.

"Fabian, do you know where this gladiator came from?" Wren asked casually.

The wind elf immediately replied: "My lord, Sicarius is a Macurag from the Plateau of Sein, he signed a contract with the Hammer Arena a few years ago, became a gladiator, won every battle, and has not been defeated until now, and has won the annual championship for three consecutive years!"

"It turned out to be a Makulag. Wren was stunned.

The Saine Plateau is in the western part of the empire, the area is as vast as half an empire, the climate is cold, the mountains are crisscrossed, and from the plateau further west are the world mountains.

On this cold plateau, there are many powerful but rare races, mostly barbarians.

There are also racial differences between the barbarian tribes, with different bloodline origins.

Some barbarians are similar to humans and have a highly developed civilization, while others are completely uncivilized, drinking blood, and are not much different from wild beasts, making it difficult for outsiders to communicate with them.

According to different bloodlines, cultures, and beliefs, there are more than twenty species of barbarians on the Saine plateau.

The Makulag people are one of them.

Wren searched his phone for information on the Maculags, a small tribe of barbarians, perhaps only a few thousand in number, located in a precipitous mountain area at the foot of the world's mountain ranges, called the Maculags, who, like other barbarians, were born with great physique and strength.

The Makulag people are extremely martial and begin to develop their fighting skills at the age of three.

Every adult makurag is an excellent warrior, with a strong melee combat and a superb ability to throw a javelin with one hand.

The people of the Makulag believe in Gilliman, the "god of loyalty and glory", but this god was severely damaged by the abyssal god in the last era, fell into a deep sleep, has not answered the prayers of the believers for thousands of years, and even the "glory" priesthood has been lost, so some people suspect that Gilleman has long since fallen.

Wren saw that the flame of faith in Sicarius was very faint and almost extinguished.

This situation is the same as that of the dwarf Zoltan, it is a problem with the gods of faith.

At this time, amid the shouts of the audience, the host of the arena announced a hunting show through amplification.

Ten large iron cages were pushed out of the entrance.

In each cage was a dire wolf that had been hungry for a few days, with brown fur and a body length of three meters, a bloodthirsty glow in its deep eyes, and a string of saliva flowing from its fanged mouth.

Dire wolves are beginner-level magical beasts, they have a high level of intelligence and know how to fight together.

Ten dire wolves can form a small wolf pack, and even high-level transcendents will have a difficult predictable outcome if they are surrounded by a dire wolf pack.

The host gave an order, and ten iron cages were opened at the same time.

The dire wolf quickly sprang out of the iron cage, but instead of attacking immediately, he lowered his body and formed an encirclement around Sicarius.

Undaunted, Sicarius shifted his greatsword to his left hand and drew his javelin from behind.

"Whew!"

With a sharp whistle, the steel javelin in his hand turned into a black light, and the speed was so fast that the audience's eyes almost couldn't catch up, only to see a dire wolf pierced by the javelin and nailed to the ground.

The remaining nine dire wolves swarmed up and besieged them from different directions.

Sicarius threw all the javelins with both hands, and within a few breaths, killing six dire wolves, one of which cleverly pierced through the two direwolves.

After throwing the javelin, the four dire wolves that were still alive had already rushed in front of them.

Sicarius raised his greatsword, using his right foot as the pivot point, and spun in a circle like lightning, and the broad blade rolled up a terrifying whirlwind, and at the same time swept the four dire wolves into it.

Puff puff......

Like a meat grinder, the giant sword easily sliced through the bodies of the dire wolves, and in the blink of an eye, they were cut to pieces.

A large amount of wolf blood splattered on Sicarius's body, staining him bloody.

"Win all battles!"

Sicarius raised his giant sword and roared, his tall body standing in the arena, and the huge wolf corpse under his feet, this scene made the blood boil.

The audience was stimulated by the blood, and they also shouted, and the sound was higher and higher.

"Sicarius, a hundred victories......"

Wren in the box stood up and applauded to show his appreciation, "Being able to go undefeated in the arena for three years is really not in vain." ”

The battle seemed simple, ending in less than ten seconds, but it revealed Sicarius's superb fighting skills, whether it was throwing a javelin or the final whirlwind slash, Sicarius was calm and grasped every moment perfectly.

If he played on his own, he might not be able to do it so lightly.

In terms of combat skills alone, Wren didn't dare to say that he could defeat Sicarius, but with the terrifying physical strength, as well as the dual assistance of the mobile phone gyroscope and the will of truth, it would not be a problem to defeat this barbarian by himself.

Amid cheers, Sicarius retired with honor, continuing his unbeaten streak.

Other battles followed.

Wren came to the arena for the first time and watched it with relish.

In the arena of the Empire, under normal circumstances, gladiators are below the legend, and the destructive power above the legend is too great for the protective enchantment of the arena to bear.

Moreover, legendary powerhouses have a high status, and they are rarely willing to fight others for money.

Gladiators also focused on melee combat skills, competing in hand-to-hand combat skills, and this kind of hand-to-hand combat with swords combined can stimulate the audience's senses even more.

The caster's battle is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and sometimes it ends inexplicably, and it is not enough to watch.

In addition to one-on-one battles for single players, the Hammer Arena also has three-on-three, five-on-five team battles, and 20-player team battles.

Each battle mode is ranked according to the win rate, and the monthly champion is determined every month with a large amount of prize money.

On a one-year cycle, twelve groups of monthly champions will play each other, and the final winner will be the annual champion!

The winner of the year will receive a huge prize money.

Many transcendents and alien masters formed teams to play for the prize money.

Wren watched a few three-on-three battles in a row, which were quite exciting, and there was no mediocre fighter who dared to become a gladiator, and his strength far surpassed that of the transcendents of the same level.

Today's winner is composed of a human great swordsman, a male wood elf druid, and a female blood elf assassin, who have won three consecutive victories, and their strength is significantly higher than their opponents.

Wren also enjoyed watching it, and casually took out a few golden shields and threw them on the arena to reward them.

When the sun turns west, the arena show ends.

The audience left one after another, and Wren finally waited for the person he wanted to see today, a tall wooden elf walked into the box, bowed and saluted: "I have seen Lord Lord, I am Torsedrin, the owner of the Hammer Arena." ”