The little devil looked at the canvas on the high wall and said with emotion: "How big I am alive, it is the first time I have seen such a large area of cloth. ”

Isn't that the point?

I asked the little devil, "Why is my portrait hanging in the arena?" ”

Hearing my question, the little devil was happy: "There must be a rich nobleman who has become your admirer, such a large canvas, ordinary nobles can't afford it." With such publicity, the Rat King will soon come to us. ”

"Well, I hope so."

There are still five or six days before the cultists make a move on Ymir, and in this time, I will not only have to get in touch with Eros and the Rat King, but also find out when the cultists will do it to them, and there is really not much time to delay.

When we entered the ditch, we saw Black Spike standing in front of the side door waiting for us.

As soon as he saw us, he approached us in the wind: "You have come at the right time, and the red lion has also arrived." ”

I said, "Did you come out to meet us?" ”

Black Spike grinned: "Of course, this is what the god of love specially instructed me." You're so powerful, you became the hottest gladiator in the arena in just one battle, and now even the goddess of love has you in favor of you. ”

"She watched last night's game too?"

"Otherwise, where do you think those paintings on the walls came from? She's adoring you to death. ”

Yo, this is good news, I didn't expect to win the favor of Eros so quickly, and it will be easier to talk to her when I see her in the future.

Originally, I was thinking that maybe I would be able to meet Eros today, but it turned out that I had thought too much, and Black Spike took me to the lounge and went outside, and I wanted to ask him where Eros was sitting, but after thinking about it, I still didn't ask.

At the moment, if I show too much attention to Eros, it will arouse the alarm of Eros, and these three big men of the Order faction are more careful than the other, and it is better not to touch their sensitive nerves until they have a good reason.

At the beginning of the game, the woman in the black scarf came to call me out, and I walked to the door with a spear, and found that the arena was full today, and as soon as the audience saw the door of the lounge open, they all stood up and watched.

The woman whispered to me, "They all came for you, but I don't think there are many people who buy you." Be careful, the red lion is strong. ”

"Thank you."

I casually replied and walked towards the center of the field with my gun in hand.

I'm not going to be blindfolded today, let's play something else.

Unlike what I had previously thought, the Red Lion was not a big man of steel like Lei Gong, he was relatively thin and weak, and he did not have any particularly scary heavy weapons in his hands, only a lightweight chain hammer, and a dozen throwing knives pinned to his waist.

The seemingly skinny man was called the "Red Lion" probably because of his fiery red, unkempt curly hair.

I took a closer look at his throwing knives, each of which was glowing with blue on the blade, apparently coated with poison.

Before the battle, it is still necessary to set aside a little time for the audience to place bets, and wait for the black scarf to shout the words "buy and leave" with a loudspeaker, and the battle will officially begin.

The red lion walked the hammer and cautiously approached me.

Before he could get it, I pushed the head of the gun into the ground, and then kicked it hard at the barrel of the gun, breaking it directly.

The red lion seemed a little puzzled, and his steps paused slightly.

I grabbed the half-section of the gun without a gun and pointed it at him with an uneven section: "Malier, I'm in a hurry." ”

The red lion pouted and smiled: "You'll regret it." ”

At the moment when he said the word "after", he suddenly pulled out a throwing knife from his waist and threw it at me with a flick of his wrist.

The speed of this guy's shot is okay, but the throwing knife made of metal is still a little heavier for him, the speed of the flying knife is not slow, but the angle is not tricky, and frankly, his dart throwing kung fu is still a little hot.

I saw through the trajectory of the knife at the first time, and silently calculated the distance between it and me in my mind, and when the knife was attached to the front of me, I quickly struck out and pinched the head of the knife with two fingers.

The knife was poisonous, so I used my left hand.

This hand not only draws out toxins, but also prevents toxins from the outside from entering the bloodstream through the surface of the skin.

The red lion stared at me from afar, with an extremely confident smile on his face: "You have already lost. ”

I casually threw the knife aside: "When did the toxicity kick in?" ”

"Ten seconds at most and you'll be dead."

"Then let's just wait ten seconds."

Ten seconds passed, and I showed no signs of poisoning, and twenty seconds passed, and I still showed no signs of poisoning, and after a minute, the red lion's face turned green.

I got a little impatient to wait, so I said to him, "If you don't do it, I can do it." ”

As soon as I said that, the red lion let out a loud cry and rushed at me.

I also quickly took out two Three Immortal Talismans from my arms, one on the section of the barrel of the gun, and the other on the tail of the gun, and then urged the two telekinesis to forcibly ignite the talisman without evil energy.

Flame is the most intuitive visual stimulus.

As soon as the flame ignited the barrel of the gun made of wood, I began to toss.

Against the Red Lion, I still used bells and whistles to attack, all kinds of maneuvers, all kinds of flips, the gun flew up and down in my hand, and all the punches were weak.

After the last time I fought Lei Gong, I found that my mastery of Void Energy had indeed improved, and now I had a hunch that if this kind of battle happened a few more times, maybe I could really grasp the true meaning of Fire Style.

Given that the opponent was too weak, I added a little bit of difficulty to myself, attacking and defending once, and every time I stabbed the bar, I didn't immediately stab the second shot to give the Red Lion time to counterattack.

His attack was actually very monotonous, either throwing a hammer or throwing a knife, and every time I waited for the hammer or knife to be pressed in front of me before I set up the barrel of the gun to block, to create the illusion of being evenly matched.

If I win too easily every time, the audience will be uniform, and all the treasures will be pressed on me, so that the little devil won't make much money, and he will rely on this money to send away the magic mountain.

But if I end the fight in a more anxious way every time, at least half of the gamblers bet on my opponent, which is typical of the gambler mentality, whoever has the high odds, they tend to buy whom, strength or second, they believe in luck more.

Between the firelight and the dance, this battle also came to an end.

Because of the big gap in physical fitness, I am still alive and well, but the red lion is on the verge of collapse, and the fire is about to burn my hands, and it can't be done until it ends.

As the red lion reached for the last throwing knife, I threw the barrel of my gun and unleashed a stealth spell in front of him, striking him in the jaw with a hook punch.

The red lion didn't even have time to snort before he was knocked out on the spot.

At this time, the audience had given up the right to live and die, and everyone stood up, waving their fists, and shouting my new nickname: "Blind God, Blind God, Blind God, Blind God......

The sound can be said to be overwhelming, endless, making me feel helpless for a while.

I didn't really like the nickname, it made me feel like I was really blind.

Didn't I just fight blindfolded, how did I get such a broken nickname, you look at other people's nicknames, Lei Gong, Red Lion, it sounds particularly powerful, and even the nickname of the cat god is better than mine.

But this is also a grievance, to put it bluntly, I did it myself.