Flesh and blood flying.

The entire arena has become a living hell.

The gladiators who played on the field won more and lost less, and when they failed, they all stayed on the yellow sand forever, and most of the victors were injured.

According to the normal rhythm of competition, these victors should return to their respective rest areas, after all, gladiators are also property, and only if they are alive can they create more value for their masters.

But this time.

Even gladiators who survived were forced to continue fighting with their wounds, and as time went on, more and more people died.

Finally, after killing all the monsters, a scuffle broke out between the two gladiator training camps.

Another training camp without Arius's appearance was clearly no match for the gladiators led by Moldova and Maca.

The two of them formed horns with each other, uniting the gladiators around them, and soon the balance of victory was completely tilted in favor of Moldova, and a dozen gladiators on the opposite side were quickly slaughtered.

The field was littered with fragments of corpses, and although most of the gladiators around Moldova were wounded, the enthusiasm of the crowd was high, and the morale rose to the peak.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Death, Arius!"

"Death, Arius!"

Moldova calmed the mood a little.

"After a while, everyone will listen to my command, don't mess up, maybe someone will be injured, maybe someone will die, but I hope everyone can be firm in their faith."

"We can kill him!"

Marca added.

The lion-like man had completely abandoned his defenses at this time, and his weapon turned out to be a pair of metal fist gloves, with sharp steel claws at the tips of his fingers, and the upper ends of which spread all the way to his forearms.

With this weapon, he tore open the chests of fifteen opponents!

In Moldova, however, his weapons did not match his size, and his majestic body held two short knives, which looked rather strange.

At this time, the people in the stands have gone completely crazy, and the continuous killing, even normal people will be affected, the high temperature, blood, and the tyranny of everyone has been stimulated.

Suddenly everyone stood up, they raised their hands in the air, and they shouted a name together.

"Arius!"

"Arius!"

The name represents the legend of the Colosseum of Argos, which stands for invincibility, ogre.

Rumble!

There was a dull crashing sound.

In an instant, the entire grandstand fell silent.

Moldova took the initiative to go to the front and stand in a row with Maca.

"He's coming!"

Marca was the closest, and he could faintly hear the tremor in Moldova's tone, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement.

At this time, Mawson, who was standing in the room, felt a little strange, he raised his head, and his gaze seemed to be able to pass over the crowd, through the walls and iron doors, and look at the ...... at the other end That thing.

"Is that so?"

"It's finally getting interesting."

Mawson muttered to himself.

At this time, except for him, only the gatekeeper who opened and closed the fence in the whole room was left, and he listened to Mawson's words and looked at Mawson seriously.

"Young man, do you think you can win?"

"It's not a question of whether you can or not."

Mawson smiled.

"It's how to win."

He looked relaxed, as if he were discussing how much cooked beef he should eat for lunch.

"Hehe......"

The gatekeeper pursed his lips and didn't even want to say anything to complain, he had already taken Mawson for a madman.

But how did the gatekeeper know that Mawson was telling the truth.

Up to now, although he had learned that this world had a relatively high starting point for power, he was not clear about the specific distribution and upper limit of power.

For an unknown world, blending in and getting more information is a priority.

Only then can we take targeted actions, and the right direction and strong strength are the guarantees for completing the task.

Mawson wouldn't believe that if he returned empty-handed, the Engineer would be able to give him a good face.

Space-Time Monarch......

It was too far from his current level, and until now, Mawson had not thought about how to face the engineer after completing the task.

He wasn't used to putting his fate in the hands of anyone else, but again, he really hadn't found a way to counterbalance engineers.

But the most difficult thing for Mawson right now is access to information.

Quickly, effectively, and correctly.

He is sure to win in the next fight, but how much power he wins could have brought a completely different outcome to Mawson.

And that's exactly what he was thinking about.

Rumble!

Another loud bang came.

The silence in the huge arena made the sound even more deafening.

"What sound?"

A gladiator asked in a whisper, but Moldova did not answer, just stared at the iron gate embedded in the wall in the distance.

The door was 4 meters high and 5 meters wide, but it gradually changed shape in a series of loud noises that became more and more urgent.

This anomaly has also been observed by others.

The eyes of several people intertwined, and they all understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

"Is that him?"

"What is he doing?"

Morale, which had just climbed to the top, was inevitably declining at this time.

Finally, after an unknown number of impacts, the walls were overwhelmed, and the heavy iron doors were crushed and deformed, and then, after a loud bang, fell off the wall.

It slammed into the ground with a thud.

Boom! Bang bang!

A burly, mountain-like figure stepped out of the iron gate.

"God......

"Is this still human?"

Someone exclaimed.

What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a behemoth with a height of 3.5 meters, wearing a huge horned helmet on his head, revealing only a pair of tyrannical eyes.

He was shirtless, with an inch of black hair on his dark skin, no armor on his body, and thick iron chains wrapped around his hands and feet.

In particular, a pair of fists, completely wrapped in chains, look like two misshapen steel columns.

Many of the chains on his right hand had broken and deformed, and it was obvious that he had just chiseled open the door with a pair of iron fists.

He stood there, not speaking, his huge body formed a huge shadow, and at this moment, someone had already given birth to the idea of running away.

"Can we win?"

"He's not a man, he's a devil!"

Despair crept into everyone's hearts.

"Kill him or be eaten by him!"

Moldova glanced back at the crowd.

His heart sank, because the last time they met, Aryulis was obviously not so tall.

"He'll eat everyone he kills."

"Every single one!"

"If you don't want to be reduced to food, just do it!"

He clenched the twin knives in his hands.

After a long silence, when Aureus took the stage, he instantly ignited the enthusiasm of everyone in the stands.

"Arius!"

A loud roar came out of his mouth, and in the noisy arena, the sound reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Everyone, die!"

The two fists collided, splashing sparks.

Facing a dozen gladiators on the opposite side, Arius took the lead in attacking.

And Mawson, too, finally felt a special fluctuation that was far more powerful than Maca in Alulis.