The battle in the pool continued, and blood soaked the sea.

It was a giant white shark, about five meters long, with triangular serrated fangs mixed with bloody flesh under its head and abdomen, and it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

The atmosphere in the stands was tense and enthusiastic, and the sighs and exclamations in the audience were surprisingly unanimous, and today's gladiatorial battle was nothing short of spectacular, and the Colosseum had not been in the Baksha Colosseum for such a fierce hunt for a long time.

Verseus conversed cordially with several members of the Presbyterian Church from Rome, and sure enough, this was the fastest and easiest way to get the support of the Presbyterian, and Baksha was so outstanding.

Another fighter was pushed into the water from a high platform, the sixth beast fighter to go into the water today. Known as the man-eating shark, the Great White Shark is a veritable killer shark whose ferocity reaches its peak with the battle.

The smell of blood in the water deeply irritated the great white shark, and it seemed that the sixth fighter had lost before the battle had even begun,

The fighter with a faint breath in the water tried to raise his short sword in his hand to meet the rushing shark, but after several attempts, he finally failed, and the hand holding the sword hung weakly.

Seeing that this fighter was about to die again, people looked at the waiting slave fighters on the high platform, who would be next?

The seventh fighter took a trembling step forward and stood on the edge of the high platform, his legs trembling as he looked at the pool of battle that was tumbling with blood beneath his feet.

He had witnessed the deaths of the six accomplices in front of him up close, and was already on the verge of collapse.

Verseus on the rostrum rang the brass bell of battle, but the slave fighters did not jump into the water, and when the bell rang for the third time, the supervisors in the stands were impatiently preparing to throw the frightened slaves into the water.

The slave fighter screamed and tried to escape from the platform, but the next second the roar stopped abruptly, and the overseer next to him slashed off the slave's head with a sword and kicked the body off the platform.

"Next!" The overseer raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand and ordered in a loud voice, and the entire audience instantly boiled, and the people cheered in unison, "Next!" Next! Next! ”

The eighth slave fighter stood up, took a deep breath, and waited for the death bell to sound on the rostrum.

And at this moment, there is a change in the pool that everyone did not expect.

When the ferocious white shark swooped down on the 'corpse' of the sixth fighter, the blood foam on the teeth and the flesh could be felt through the transparent marble wall.

The fighter who was already dying in the water suddenly opened his eyes, floated quickly, dodged the attack of the white shark, and when the white shark attacked again, he kicked his toes on the shark's back fiercely, and his whole body rushed out of the water like an arrow from the string.

The white shark in the water followed closely behind, and then jumped out of the water, the sun shone on the back of the fish stained with crimson water, sparkling, the great white shark stayed in the air for a second, and then smashed into the water again, and the surface of the water brought a large splash of blood-colored water.

The fighter who was still exhausted just now was possessed by the god of war in an instant, holding a short sword and swimming in the water like a real fish, and every swing of the great white shark would bring out a long blood-colored line of water.

The spectators in the stands were already frantic and they erupted into tsunami-like shouts, with many standing up to cheer on the brave beastfighter.

Although the status of slave fighters was low, people admired force and revered warriors, and no matter when and where, in the face of truly strong warriors, people would never be stingy with their reverence.

Even in the face of a large and ferocious great white shark, weak humans can fight with their single meager strength, and it turns out that the human body can be so flexible in the water.

This performance completely changed their perception, and it was the most wonderful water battle they had ever seen.

The Great White Shark became more ferocious as it was injured, attacking more frequently, and the creaking sound of each bite of its teeth seemed to shatter a person's bones.

Unfazed, the rising fish fighter swam around the great white shark, quickly retreating to the shark's blind spot after each attack, and continued to wait for the next attack.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the blood in the water grew darker, and the spectators in the stands could imagine how fierce the battle was in the water just by the violently tumbling white shark body.

After each round, people went from doubt to conviction that the fighter would emerge victorious.

Every once in a while, the fish fighter will come to the surface to breathe, on the other hand, it is undoubtedly to show his tenacious vitality to the spectators in the stands, and the moment the fighter comes to the surface, people will cheer loudly and howl with excitement.

Finally, the fish fighter climbed the iron frame in the water, and a fish jumped out of the water and landed on a high platform outside the pool.

At this time, the slave fighter was covered with scars, many of which were still bleeding outward, and the whole person collapsed on the high platform like a bloody person.

The companions on the high platform quickly rushed over to check on the condition of the Beastfighter.

The surface of the circular pool gradually calmed down, but suddenly, in the next moment, like boiling water, a large amount of blood gushed out, and the huge white shark was gradually dismembered by the fish fighters in the battle, and it was only at this moment that the limbs were split.

This scene undoubtedly greatly stimulated the visual senses of the bloodthirsty Romans in the stands, and the violent and bloody slaughter was a visual feast in their eyes, bringing them entertainment and winning their hearts.

As for the slave fighters who died tragically, they were just props to please them, they were only 'talking tools', and they never received a shred of sympathy or mercy.