Bucket room.

The room, which was not very large, was crowded with a group of topless strong men.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and hormones, and in some dark corners there were even men and women rolling together, and fear made people lose their minds in the face of great oppressive forces.

Some have even given up and just want to indulge in pleasure in the last days of their lives.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of the people here are slaves, and they don't even have the right to choose death.

But there are also a small number of people, who were excellent warriors before they became slaves, and after being captured, they were thrown into the gladiatorial arena, and the dozen or so battles completely aroused their inner bestiality.

In the face of the upcoming battle, under their seemingly calm appearance, there are several murderous opportunities buried in them!

Coming together in twos and threes, some relaxing each other's muscles, some whispering about strategies and coordination skills during battle.

In the whole room, there was no one around him, and everyone left a lot of space for him, and those who got closer even involuntarily lowered their voices.

The lion-like man's eyes were closed, he was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a volcano seemed to be buried under his majestic body.

Exactly Maca.

In the gladiatorial arena of Argos, he is the most powerful one, except for the prestigious Arius.

Since entering the gladiatorial arena a year ago, it has gone through 32 battles.

Not a single defeat.

It can be said that in the hearts of the people of Argos, but the one with the greatest hope of defeating Arius.

"Did you hear that, Marca will play with us?"

"What's going on?"

"Isn't he going to fight Arius alone as a challenger?"

Someone whispered.

"I don't know."

"I heard that Marca's place was taken by someone else, and that was a tall and strong Oriental."

"Orientals?"

Someone scoffed.

"That kingdom can still breed warriors?"

"It's all treacherous businessmen!"

"It's true."

"I heard that Lord Draghu personally sent him armor last night."

At this point, the man suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone became ambiguous.

"I also heard that the Oriental slept with Lovelyn last night!"

"Really?"

"Isn't Loveline a woman from Maca?"

Someone exclaimed.

"Phew!"

"The woman of the fart Maca!"

"Lovelyn is the slave of the director of Doren, she is a vase with a master, Doren is her master, and the master will accompany whoever the master orders her to accompany her."

"Haha!"

"No matter how many, whether it's people or not."

"She's got to ......"

"Ah......h

The man was muttering quietly, and a huge force surged from behind the cold, and a rough hand grasped his head, picked him up, and slammed it against the wall.

Click!

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the man wailed, and only then did he see the lion-like man behind him.

"Shut up!"

"If I hear anything like this again, I'll kill you!"

Marca roared.

And when Mawson walked into the room, he saw such a scene.

He looked around with both eyes, taking in everyone in the room.

"Sure enough."

If it were just one or two, Mawson would still think it was a coincidence, but the group of people in front of him, if they were put in other times, each of them would probably be a little superman.

Mawson compared, the weakest of them all, his own physical fitness is comparable to Steve's strengthened at the beginning.

"What the hell is this world?"

"Hulk walks all over the ground, Captain America is not as good as a dog?"

Mawson pouted.

It can't be full of people like Thor, right?

Mawson's arrival broke the atmosphere in the room, and Marca let go of his hand and let the other party fall to the ground.

"Get out!"

"Better not let me see you on the field!"

Marka said coldly.

Here, he did not dare to really kill with his hands, slaves were not people, but just a piece of goods, and their lives did not belong to themselves, but to their masters.

Maca if he wants to kill the other party.

OK.

He needs to pay for the other party's life.

"Black hair, black pupils."

"This is the Oriental!"

There was a lot of talking.

Many people stopped what they were doing and looked at Mawson unscrupulously.

"It looks strong, but I don't know how it will really fight."

"He's very handsome."

"I can beat ten of these little white faces!"

In the face of Mawson, they had a lot less scruples, and they did not suppress their voices, but talked loudly.

"Look at the gear he's wearing."

"Tsk, it looks so pretty."

"It's like his face."

Someone scoffed.

Everyone obviously saw that the armor on Mawson's body was flashy, and this time they had a lower opinion of him.

"What did he think he was going to do? Do you want to perform at a banquet? ”

"I bet he won't even be able to take a trick from Arius."

"I've heard that Arius likes to eat handsome men the most, and even before he eats them, he will use them for waste."

"You mean ......"

A group of people laughed, and then stared at a certain part of Mawson's body with malicious intent.

The atmosphere before the big war was so oppressive that they needed a little spice to relax.

There's nothing better here than the new face of Mawson.

Marca did not join in the ridicule of Mawson, he sat back down, stared at Mawson with hateful eyes, raised his hand, and made a throat cut around his neck.

"Oriental, you're dead!"

"Cherish the last four hours of your life!"

Mawson smiled, ignoring the sounds around him, and he stepped over to Marka and sat down cross-legged in the same way as the other man did.

"That's how you want to kill me?"

Mawson stared into Marca's eyes.

"Why don't you do it now?"

Marca's anger surged.

"You're looking for death!"

He clenched his fists, the muscles on his arms bulging, and the pinched finger bones creaking, but even so, Maca didn't make any drastic movements.

He took a deep breath.

"You're pising me off, I'm not going to be fooled."

Mawson smiled.

"I'm sitting here, but you don't dare to do it......"

"Hey......"

"You're pathetic."

At this moment, the big man who had just been smashed into the wall by Maca seemed to want to curry favor with Maca, and he leaned over with his teeth bared.

"Boss Maka, don't pay attention to him, this little white face's ability is all on his mouth, and when he enters the gladiatorial arena after a while, he will know that there are some places where it is useless to live by mouth alone!"

The big man smiled and looked at Mo Sen with a fierce face.

"You want to kill me?"

Mawson said suddenly.

The big man was slightly stunned, but before he could answer, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and his neck was already pinched by a big hand like iron tongs.

In the next second, an irresistible huge force struck, and the bluestone ground was rapidly approaching, and he watched his face door smash to the ground!

Click!

This time, it was no longer his arms and shoulders that were broken, but his entire head!

Cloudy brains burst out of the wound.

Blame!

Mawson grabbed the other party's head and rubbed it on the ground hard, and the blood dragged a shocking trail on the ground.

Mawson kept smiling throughout the whole process, and he sat cross-legged and quietly looked at Marca across from him.

For a moment, the whole room was silent!