In real combat, you must strive to defeat your opponent in the simplest and most effective way, if you can kill your opponent with one punch, don't use two punches, don't jump around if you can stand and move, too many fancy moves, not only waste physical strength, but also easy to show gaps, you must ensure that every action you make is useful.

But for the audience present, they have long been tired of watching simple and fast actual combat, and what they want to see is bells and whistles.

But I'm not just fancy, and in the process of fighting the thunderbolt, I also try to incorporate fire into every seemingly fancy move.

If you want to appreciate the true meaning of the fire style, you have to learn to integrate the real energy in the void energy, and these seemingly fancy movements are precisely used in the void energy, and by constantly practicing such movements, I may deepen my understanding of the void energy.

I forcibly extended the time of this battle to about fifteen minutes, at this time Lei Gong was about to collapse, because I shot too fast, his physical energy has been depleted at a rapid rate, and now the whole person is in a state of overdraft, now every time he makes a move, it seems to exhaust all his strength, and he has to breathe for a long time when he raises his shield.

It's almost enough, if I continue to fight, I'm impatient, and Lei Gong can't stand it.

The last time Lei Gong raised his shield to block, I slammed my bow and swept my spear, the barrel of which tore a hole in the air and smashed it on his jaw impartially.

With a muffled sound, Lei Gong fell to the ground heavily, and the air was instantly filled with a smell of sand and dust.

The battle is over.

I removed the strip of cloth from my face and took a moment to adjust to the light of the searchlight.

There was a chilling silence in the stands, and I saw a lot of spectators getting up from their seats, staring blankly at the middle of the arena, as if they hadn't recovered from the battle.

It wasn't until I casually threw the strip of cloth on the ground that the stands erupted in a tsunami-like cheer.

They probably thought I was enjoying the cheers, and everyone was staring in my direction and throwing punches at me, as if I should be throwing punches with them.

In fact, in my opinion, the cheers were so loud that they were a little overwhelming.

As you know, I'm a person who prefers to be quiet.

"To live or to die?"

The sound from the broken horn filled the stadium for a moment, but it could not stop the cheers that erupted from the stands.

"To live or to die?"

The sound of the horns sounded again, and the audience finally fell silent.

At this time, the audience all raised their right hands, most of them put their fingers together, their thumbs down, and only a few people had their thumbs up.

Thumb down, it means death, and up, it means life.

It seems that Lei Gong's defeat caused many people to lose money, otherwise so many people would not have looked forward to his death.

You want him to die, but I'm going to let him live.

I also raised my arms, clenched my fists, and then raised my thumbs up.

These viewers didn't expect me to disobey them, and they looked at each other one by one, full of questions, but only questions, and they were not angry at my rebellion.

At this moment, the woman who had gone to the lounge to call me out ran to the center of the venue, and I saw that she was still holding a dirty red horn in her hand, and she was the same person who had shouted earlier.

As soon as she came up to me, she shouted menacingly, "You can't go against the will of the audience!" ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to her at all, snatched the horn from her hand, and shouted to the audience: "Whether my opponent is alive or dead can only be decided by me, and you can only passively accept my decision!" Whoever is not convinced, can leave now! ”

With that, I gave the horn to the woman.

Five minutes passed, and no one left.

I didn't say anything more, threw my spear away, and turned and walked towards the lounge.

The moment I entered the lounge, cheers rang out from the stands again.

That's right, that's the cheers!

In the past, these audiences held the power of life and death of the loser, and it was indeed a pleasure for them to decide a person's life and death, but the problem is that they have used this power too many times, and they have gradually lost interest.

It's like a person who always likes to watch movies on the computer, and at first I feel very cool, I want to watch what I want, and I can control the progress bar of the movie, and watch where I want. But do you feel that watching movies in this way all the time, after a long time, you will feel that watching TV once in a while is also a kind of enjoyment.

Those old-fashioned TVs don't play shows to your liking, you can only passively accept what it plays, and if you suddenly find a good movie when you change channels with the remote control, it will be like a gold rush in the sea.

For human beings, there is a joy that comes from the luck of uncertainty, when you don't know what is going to happen next, and suddenly you have some kind of achievement, think about what it would be like to be experienced.

And what I want to bring to the audience is such an uncertainty, and such a difference.

All gladiators fought in the same way, and all gladiators obeyed the will of the audience.

I'm the only one who is different from everyone else, and this difference is based on the fact that I can bring them a new visual enjoyment.

These viewers don't love me to death, so I have ghosts.

As soon as he entered the lounge, the little devil came over with excitement on his face: "I think we are going to become famous overnight, Lao Tang didn't lie to me, you are really extraordinary." ”

I had to remind him, "Don't be overjoyed, we have a mission here." ”

The little devil was originally a very calm person, and when he heard me say this, he immediately calmed down: "That's right. If you fight two more battles, I'll contact the Rat King and let him be your protector. ”

"What do you do to protect people?"

"It's the one who protects you from being assassinated by other gladiators. Of course, if he becomes your protector, he will have to share a percentage of the money he earns from every game. ”

"How much?"

"As for the specific price, you need to negotiate with the protector face-to-face. So, as long as the Rat King is willing to be your protector, you will definitely be able to meet him. ”

"Do you have a channel to contact the Rat King?"

"Hehe, of course not. But as long as you're famous enough, he'll come to us himself. ”

I nodded and didn't ask any more.

The game is over, but then the little devil has to face new troubles.

This time he did make a fortune, because almost no one bet on me, and the odds he got were very high, a bag of gold coins became twenty bags, and the gold coins circulating in the sea market were not pure gold, they were all copper coins embedded with gold, and the weight of a gold coin was equivalent to the one dollar coin we used, and twenty bags of gold coins would cost more than thirty catties.

What is the sea market? In this realm, you don't feel normal if there are not a few murders every day, and swaggering through the market with so much money is equivalent to putting a steel knife on your neck, which is not an ordinary danger.