"Kill...... Killed?! ”

The crowd exploded.

It is no exaggeration to say that everyone in this room carries several human lives, and in this era of human beings, human lives are not worth anything at all.

But what is this place?

When is this?

Before the celebration was about to begin, there was an infighting in the fighting room, and people were directly killed.

Such behaviour will have dire consequences.

Because everyone here, their lives are not their own.

Maka's pupils instantly shrank like the tip of a needle, and at this moment, he felt a chill like an abyss from the seemingly harmless guy opposite.

How dare he do it?

And the strength of this guy ......

The man on the floor was still twitching, his whole head like a cracked fruit, and a thick smell of blood filled the room.

Maka's eyes were fixed on Mawson, he was neither advancing nor retreating at this time, he could only tighten the muscles on his body, ready to fight back at any time.

Mo Sen leaned slightly, Marca couldn't help but shrink back when he saw this, although he is a reckless man, it doesn't mean that he has no brains at all, at this time, not to mention the result, he will definitely be whipped in the end.

"What?"

Mawson smiled.

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

A familiar question, but the killing word seemed to be blocked in his throat, and Maca could only turn his head and let out a symbolic cold snort.

"Don't worry, the gladiatorial fight will be my stage, I will kill Arius with my own hands and become the new god of war of Argos."

"As for you......"

"It's just a trivial stepping stone!"

Maka raised his head, pretending not to care, then stood up, took a step back, and walked out of the crowd.

He was going to go out and get some air, and he was so scared of what would happen to that guy.

Mawson just smiled, but didn't tease Marca again.

In fact, in the moment just now, a murderous intent did rise in his heart, and he was almost ready to put it into action.

It's just that at the moment of making a move, a certain fluctuation in Maka's body made Mawson feel something.

A special kind of Origin Energy that comes from the Engineer's gift.

"Is it an Origin Fragment?"

"No ......"

Mawson shook his head.

"It's so faint, so faint that it's almost hard to sense."

"Is it a delusion?"

"Or is it just some scent of this maca around something that looks like a fragment of the Origin?"

Mawson isn't entirely sure, either.

Just now he felt it carefully, but the feeling disappeared, but now that he had a clue, Mawson stopped killing him.

This Maca is just an insignificant little person in his eyes, if he doesn't know how to kill it, as for the consequences?

What if a slave is a king?

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door was slammed open, and a bald middle-aged man with an obese body walked in, surrounded by several soldiers.

Behind him, a gladiator quietly blended into the crowd, apparently the same guy who had just run to ventilate the news.

The fat man came over in a huff.

"Damn it!"

"Who told you to move your hand?!"

"I spent a lot of money to buy him, but now that he is dead, will you pay for the debts he owes and the money to buy his life?"

Mawson didn't even look at the fat man in front of him, "When, hasn't the gladiatorial fight started yet?"

This middle-aged fat man was none other than the director of Doren, who ran the slave business and inherited two of Argos's most famous gladiator training camps.

Before Arius appeared, his gladiators had been the victors in the arena of Argos.

Unlike his good old man, Doren himself was vicious and harsh on his gladiators, but he kept a large private army in captivity and could crush the resistance of his slaves at any time.

Duolun's mung bean-sized eyes were gloomy, and he wanted to chop the Oriental man in front of him into meat sauce, but remembering the warning from Shangcheng last night, he could only snort coldly.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"Do you want the corpse to stink here?"

Stretching out his fingers as thick as carrots, he casually clicked a few people, "You, you, and you, clean up here." ”

He covered his mouth and nose, "From today onwards, the debt on this guy will be on your head!" ”

Duolun snorted coldly at Mawson.

After speaking, he frowned in disgust, turned to leave, and before leaving, his gaze swept over a figure in the crowd, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"I thought I could teach them a lesson, but I didn't expect it to be this Oriental who did it."

Doron looked gloomy.

"This Oriental must die in the dueling arena!"

The thunder is loud and the rain is small.

Duolun rushed in aggressively, but in the end he only said a few innocuous words and left.

Everyone in the room looked at each other, and for a while they couldn't figure out where Mawson came from.

When this happened, naturally no one provoked Mawson, so Mawson found a comfortable place, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

To outsiders, he seemed to be asleep, but Mawson was constantly mobilizing the energy in his body, and at the same time studying the little source energy left by the engineer.

This was the key to finding the Origin Fragment.

As time went on, the atmosphere in the room became more and more oppressive, and by the end, everyone lost the interest in talking.

Boom Boom!

On this day, the whole of Argos becomes a sea of joy, and everyone from rich to poor is dressed up.

There was also much less crime on the streets of the city, and on this day of worship to the gods, even the most vicious people gained a moment of piety.

But these happy noises came into the room, but they made it even more depressing.

When you get on the pitch, no one knows if you'll survive, and here, in addition to great strength, the most important thing is luck.

Thundered!

After some time, the whole room shook, and when Mawson opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the room they were in seemed to move.

"Here we go!"

Someone whispered, and the expressions on everyone's faces became solemn.

After some time, the shaking stops.

Squeak!

At the end of the room, a whole wall cracked in the middle, and the door behind it was sealed, and behind the cracked wall was a room full of weapons and armor.

There stood a giant man who was nearly 2.3 meters tall and covered with scars, blind in one eye, half of his head collapsed, and he was so seriously injured, I don't know how he persevered and survived.

"Come and pick your own weapon!"

"This year's gladiatorial project has been advanced!"

Everyone's faces sank slightly.

Earlier time means they fight longer, which leads to more kills and deaths.

The giant man gave a cruel smile.

"Guess how many of you will survive after the celebration?"