I didn't feel anything about staying in the stands before, but when I jumped down from the stands, Gong Bing found that the arena for the gladiatorial fight was quite deep.

The ground of the gladiatorial arena, as well as the surrounding walls, are made of a large piece of cyan stone slabs, the surface of the cyan slate is shiny, and there are some faintly visible white lines underneath, these white lines are intertwined with each other, looking at the past, like a faint white net.

Gong Bing stomped with his foot, and found that the texture of this cyan slate was unusually hard and heavy, after so many competitions, and withstood the impact of so many masters, these cyan slabs were not damaged much, except for a few deep cracks, at most there were large cracks on the surface, if you look closely, you will also find that these cracks are very shallow, for the heavy cyan slate is not even a slight injury, it is really very suitable for use as a master battle.

In Gong Bing's opinion, the materials that can withstand the destruction of secret martial arts and ability masters are definitely not big road goods, these cyan slate slabs must be expensive, and I don't know where the Christie family got them, and they got so much, and the ground plus the walls are at least nearly two thousand square meters, right?

The Christie family is really wealthy, and it's really not just casual to talk about it.

Gong Bing had a cigarette in his mouth and slowly walked in front of the swordsman, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and immediately stood up from the ground after noticing Gong Bing's appearance.

The body of the previous challenger had been pulled away, but the ground had not been cleaned up, and the debris of the limbs and a large pool of blood still remained at the scene, which were the only traces of the previous deceased.

"You're the new challenger?" The swordsman had a low voice, his long messy hair tied behind his head with rice stalks, and he looked a little surprised to see Gong Bing so young.

"That's right." Gong Bing nodded, and then he saw an empty glass bottle poured at the other party's feet, about half the size of a palm.

"What's that? Stimulant? Epinephrine? Or is it a healing pill? ”

"It's just a medicine to quickly restore your strength." The knife man snorted the glass bottle into the distance with his foot, and did not hide it, and said calmly.

He had just lost several challengers in a row, and his injuries were secondary, but his physical exertion was particularly large, so he needed to take medicine to recover quickly.

"Is there such a thing?" Gong Bing was a little surprised, looking at the other party's meaning, this medicine is not a stimulant and adrenaline or anything like that, reality is not a game, he didn't expect that there is really such a thing as physical strength medicine in reality.

"Well, it's provided by the Christie family." Perhaps for the sake of Gong Bing's youth, the swordsman explained again.

At this time, a signal came from the stands that the competition had begun.

"You're not even twenty yet, are you?" The swordsman didn't do it immediately, but asked again.

"To be precise, it's just eighteen after the New Year." Gong Bing replied, if I remember correctly, he was indeed the youngest of all the people who participated in the martial arts competition, only eighteen years old, and there was really no younger than him.

The swordsman was full of scum, dressed in gray coarse cloth clothes, and looked a little decadent, about thirty or forty years old, at least one round older than Gong Bing.

"You're too young to come to a place like this." The swordsman groaned for a moment and said.

Eighteen years old is still the age of school for ordinary people, and even if they practice martial arts, they have just finished laying the foundation.

"And how old do you think it is?" turned out to be a guy who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Gong Bing spat out his cigarette and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, everyone who appears here has their own reasons, hurry up and do it." ”

The swordsman stopped talking, his right hand slowly stretched out to the hilt, and at the moment when he grasped the hilt, the originally somewhat stiff body became erect, and a momentum like an abyss suddenly erupted, as if he had changed a person, and the sense of decadence was swept away.

In Gong Bing's eyes, the whole person of the swordsman was like a treasure knife about to be unsheathed, and his sharp momentum made his skin feel a little tingling.

"You don't have to keep your hands, or you might be the one who dies." Gong Bing reminded him one last time, and then he sank his waist and stabbed his horse, and his hands were in front of him in a starting gesture, also ready to move.

Then, the swordsman disappeared in vain, Gong Bing only felt a white slash in front of him, and the next moment the swordsman had appeared in front of him, and the big knife slashed down from top to bottom.

Gong Bing's footsteps moved, dodged sideways, and the big knife almost fell against his chest, and then suddenly went up, about to disembowel Gong Bing, but he put a palm on the hilt of the knife in advance and stopped the attack.

Then Gong Bing instantly raised his shoulders and bent his arms, and with an elbow blow, he beckoned to the other party's face that was close at hand, but the swordsman seemed to have expected it, and suddenly raised the knife and retreated to dodge, and then stepped forward and swung the knife, with an indomitable momentum, aiming at Gong Bing's neck and swept it fiercely.

Even if Gong Bing was confident in himself, he didn't want to use his neck to test the sharpness of the opponent's blade, so he hurriedly bent down and bowed his head.

The broadsword in the hand of the swordsman is like an unstoppable bullet, which cannot be restrained at all, and once the offensive is launched, it will be continuous and unstoppable, as if he will not give up until he splits the opponent in half.

Gong Bing felt that what he had just said was in vain, the number of other party's sword techniques was so fierce, there was no possibility of keeping his hand at all.

For a while, Gong Bing, like the previous challengers, was forced to be beaten by the swordsman and fell into the fierce offensive of the other party.

In the stands, Alice and Raul saw that Gong Bing was stumbling left and right under the attack of the knife player, and the full field of running, it seemed that they would die at any time, which made their mood rise and fall like a roller coaster, and the two stared intently at the gladiatorial arena below, both worried that Gong Bing would be split in half like the previous challengers.

In terms of strength, the swordsman can't catch up with Gong Bing, but it is much stronger than the attack speed, and with the support of the opponent's exercises, the explosive power is extremely fast.

The heavy-handled broadsword, which weighed more than a meter long, was held in the opponent's hand, wielding it like a cloud, like a part of the body, like a finger, making it unapproachable, coupled with the momentum that lingered on the blade, making it more and more sharp, and even the hard cyan slate was cleaved by him.

But this doesn't mean that Gong Bing has no way to deal with the swordsman, it's just that most of the enemies he has faced all the time have been bare-handed, and he rarely encounters a master with a sharp blade, so he is a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

But Gong Bing is not only an open man, but also a competitive player, the stronger the enemy, the more dangerous the fight, and the faster he grows.

What Gong Bing lacks is more accumulation and experience.

The sword has no eyes, in the process of fighting, it is impossible for Gong Bing to be unharmed, and it is inevitable that he will be stabbed a few times, but in front of his blocking and qi reversal body, it is just some small wounds, don't look at the bloodstains on Gong Bing's clothes, in fact, it has not affected his strength, but he is more and more adapted to the rhythm of the other party, and he is more and more comfortable to deal with.

The swordsman also noticed this, he didn't come to be someone else's teacher, so naturally he wouldn't let the pair grow up, so he decided to solve it quickly.

Then, after forcing Gong Bing back again, the swordsman did not pursue as before, but put his knife into the sheath, and his sharp momentum immediately disappeared, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I saw that his body turned slightly to the side to face forward, his center of gravity was pressed down, and his right hand was on the hilt of the knife.

As soon as Gong Bing saw his action, his heart suddenly fell into a groove, isn't this the posture of Juhe?

One Knife Wandering Harmony Slash White Light!!

Sure enough, with the sound of unsheathing, a dazzling white light flashed in the gladiatorial arena, and the next moment the swordsman had already staggered past Gong Bing and appeared behind Gong Bing, making a knife shape.

Click.

When the swordsman retracted the broadsword into its scabbard, a stream of blood spurted out from Gong Bing's lower back.