The slightly darkened crooked corridor was extremely quiet, except for the hurried footsteps of a group.

At the same time, every few dozen paces, the sentry was heavily guarded, with sharp armor and expressionless faces.

When Cord observed this, he became more and more cautious in his heart, bowed his head slightly, did not dare to make a sound, and followed closely the steps of the old jailer in front of him, without falling half a step.

After a few twists and turns, the group finally approached the edge of the Colosseum, getting closer and closer, and the noise made the air vibrate slightly.

Not long after, everyone stayed at a sturdy, hidden/hidden entrance, quietly waiting for the results.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Corder peered through the black iron fence.

The old jailer at the head glanced at him and ignored him, because the young jailers who looked into the Colosseum were also the majority.

In the huge and empty stands, the dense crowd like crazy, the earth-shattering roar, the crowded men and women, and many spectators, wantonly released fiery emotions.

The voice of the mysterious man who came out of nowhere was loud and passionate, but there was no figure.

It's all there. All of them shook Cord's heart, and it was quite incredible.

However, then his eyes were deeply attracted by a murderous battle on the large flat ground in front of him.

"Roar!"

In the center of the vast platform, a huge black storm ape stood with a bloody splendor of blood, roaring wildly.

This black giant ape is extremely vicious, more than three meters high, extremely strong, with two stout and astonishing forearms, the thickness of a bucket.

Cord's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and a chill ran in his heart, this was definitely a terrible behemoth.

He had no doubt that those terrifying forearms, which were thicker than his waist, contained incredible strange powers.

The black giant ape roared, its bloody mouth full of tight and shiny fangs, and the roots were as cold as shrunken daggers.

The beast was covered in long, black hair, and was extremely thick.

However, Cord noticed that only the circle in the middle of its forehead was full of dazzling white hair, which looked extremely striking.

"This is a rare beast, a white-headed tyrannical ape!"

The old jailer Xu saw the confusion in the eyes of the young jailers around him, and it was rare to explain at this time, and Calder quickly listened intently.

"The bald ape, a mutant of the common giant ape, is extremely rare, and the pinch of pure white hair on the top of the head is a sign to identify them. ”

"The white-headed storm ape is infinitely powerful, and has rough skin and thick flesh, its temperament is violent and irritable, it likes to eat fresh blood, and it is extremely aggressive, and it is very dangerous. ”

"At the same time, what is even more terrifying is that the angrier this mutant giant ape is in battle, the more destructive it will be!"

The old jailer is well-informed, and he is also happy to show some insight and prestige with many young colleagues.

The jailers around him exclaimed in amazement, and Calder couldn't help but nod his head intently.

"Haha, this giant ape is so violent and ferocious, its opponent is really miserable, isn't the slave warrior who came on the field this time certain to die?"

A young long-faced jailer looked at the huge fierce ape in amazement, and couldn't help but smile and speak, there was no trace of regret in his tone, but a little schadenfreude.

This disregard for the lives of slaves, and even for amusement in them, could not help but send chills to the silent Colder, who secretly clenched his fists.

Several jailers next to him nodded slightly, agreeing with him, and followed suit.

"No!"

The old jailer did not hesitate at all, and directly denied the long-faced jailer's statement.

The jailers couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"If it is an ordinary slave warrior, there is naturally nothing wrong with what you say, in the face of this mutant giant ape, there is a chance that ** will become the blood food in its belly. ”

The old jailer shook his head slightly, his gaze passed over the group of jailers, and looked at the majestic figure in the flat ground, his expression was a little serious, and his voice changed.

"However, this time the situation is different, and now it is the ghost face who is standing there!"

Cord perked up, and the old jailer continued.

"Soon after the mysterious ghost-faced warrior joined the Colosseum, he used it as a training tool. ”

"You've only recently joined this clean-up team, so you don't know the strength of this mysterious slave warrior, but the old man has had the pleasure of seeing it several times. ”

The old jailer puffed up his chest, his voice was deep, and his tone was full of confidence.

"Although the white-headed storm ape is fierce and terrifying, with the strength of the ghost-faced slave warrior, even if he can't win with his bare hands, he can still retreat safely. ”

Everyone was amazed, and the long-faced young jailer was a little unconvinced, and some couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Surprised in his heart, Cord's eyes turned to the Colosseum again, looking at the man and beast in the flat ground with some expectation.

The black giant ape was still roaring violently, roaring like thunder, becoming more and more irritable.

Only then did Cord notice the blood stains on the hideous face of the huge white-headed ape.

One of its huge eyes turned up at this time, and the blood flowed incessantly, and it was hit hard.

The sharp sting made the black storm ape even more furious, its only remaining eyes were scarlet and bloody, and its wheezing was heavy, and it became more and more angry.

Directly opposite the tall mountain-like white-headed tyrant ape, an extremely majestic slave warrior was as tall as a pine, fearless, never retreating, and facing each other-for-tat.

Cord looked at it intently, and the majestic slave warrior had a mysterious silver mask on his face, neither human nor beast, as if he was smiling but not laughing, as if crying but not crying, extremely strange.

The mask obscured most of the slave samurai's face, making it impossible to see the face.

The ghost-faced warrior stood tall at this time, holding an extremely long iron spear in his hand, the thickness of a goose egg, black and dull.

The sharp tip of the heavy spear still had a few traces of crimson blood remaining, slowly dripping down.

It's just that this originally very strong and sharp iron spear is no longer straight.

From the position near the middle, the iron heavy spear was bent into an exaggerated arc, and you can imagine what a heavy blow it had suffered!

However, the mysterious Ghost-Faced Samurai didn't seem to care too much about the destruction of his weapon.

Looking down at the curved iron spear, the ghost-faced warrior shook his head slightly, and threw the iron spear, which was no longer usable, to the side of the ground.

A pair of thick palms stretched out, with a thick layer of strong calluses on them, which was very hard.

With a few casual movements, the Ghost-Faced Samurai slowly clenched his fingers into fists, bringing a series of bone crunching sounds.

Under the cover of the mysterious ghost face, the faint smile of the ghost face warrior was a little mocking, and the snow-white teeth shone coldly.

At this time, he was going to fight the mutant giant ape with his bare hands!

Seeing this scene in front of him, Cord's heart was shocked, his heart was surging, and he couldn't help but boil with his blood, and the countless pores on his body seemed to tremble slightly.

And the huge white-headed storm ape on the opposite side seemed to be deeply enraged by the indifferent and even a little contemptuous posture of the ghost-faced slave warrior.

Coupled with the continuous severe pain in the eye sockets, the eyes of the manic white-headed violent ape were scarlet, and the anger accumulated to the peak.

"Roar!"

The huge black storm ape roared and stood to its feet, its massive body exposed.

The terrifying forearms of two buckets struck hard against the strong, heavy chest, and the sound was like a drum, which was extremely terrifying.

Subsequently, with lightning speed.

The white-headed storm ape roared, its huge body leaned forward, like a towering mountain suddenly falling, and a pair of terrifying forearms smashed down wildly towards the ghost-faced slave warrior!

On the black storm ape's already thick and astonishing forearms, dense black thick long hairs exploded tightly.

This made the two terrifying ape arms actually thicker and thicker again, as if they had turned into two indestructible hard iron pillars that could sweep everything!

The power and speed of that rage are extremely violent and intimidating.

In the stands, half of the dense audience exclaimed, half were silent and worried, and the distinction was clear.

Behind the sturdy subway fence, Cord pressed his face tightly, ignoring the cold touch, his heart tensed, and his eyes straightened.

The mysterious ghost-faced slave warrior who had been standing still also made a move at this time in the face of the white-headed ape's furious thick arms from under the heavenly hammer.

This ghost-faced slave warrior with a majestic physique stretched his body, his big tendons pulled apart, his strong muscles rose up, and he trembled slightly like flowing water, and the suppressed power was transmitted.

The Ghost-Faced Samurai is calm and unhurried, and his response is simple, yet powerful.

No dodge, no dodge.

Raise your arms and swing your fists!

The violent ape roared like thunder, and the iron fist bombarded the sky!

The next moment.

In the eyes of everyone, the terrifying ape arm as thick as a bucket and the extremely "slender" hard iron fist of the ghost-faced warrior suddenly collided together!

"Boom!"

An extremely dull roar exploded at this moment.

Under the blow, the earth trembled slightly, and a faint vibration reached the feet of everyone.

Cord's mouth opened unconsciously wide, but he couldn't make a sound at all, he only felt a buzzing roar in his ears, and the whole person seemed to be deaf at that moment.

Although he understood that this was more of a psychological factor, he was still immersed in the shock and couldn't extricate himself.

He didn't notice that the group of young jailers next to him were also dumbfounded at the moment, and behaved like him, or even worse.

Although the old jailer led by him had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be excited at this time, and his hands behind him trembled slightly.

In the center of the flat ground, a circle of fine mud and dust scattered under the feet of the majestic ghost-faced samurai, like smoke and dust, and then turned into nothing.

His figure stood steadily.

The huge bald ape carried the momentum of the mountain, and struck down from above, and smashed down with its thick arms.

Such a violent hammer was still firmly taken by the mysterious ghost-faced slave warrior.

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