The next day, before the light of dawn illuminated the earth, the tribesmen of the other tribes came to the ring of the sacred gladiatorial battle.

Today is the big drama of the Dry Bone Tribe vs. the Blasting Sand Tribe, and no one will give up the battle scene of the strong against the strong!

It is said that when the Blasting Sand Tribe watched the entire battle mode of Helter, they changed their combat strategy, and the patriarch of the Blasting Sand Tribe did not choose the tactics of crowds, but chose the strongest chosen son of the Blasting Sand Tribe, Giant Rock,-for-tat.

Ju Yan is the strongest person in this territory, at least he thinks so, after eating all the meat on the whole roast pig, looking at the embarrassed skeleton, Ju Yan patted his stomach with satisfaction, and followed his clan to the ring of the Holy Gladiatorial Fight.

"Lord Boulder, do you say you can defeat him?"

"Are you kidding, clown, Lord Boulder is the strongest man in this continent, even if the enemy has the trick to turn into a thick fog, Lord Boulder can make him realize that in the face of true power suppression, no trick will work!"

"I can already imagine the white boy being knocked to the ground!"

"The Dry Bone Tribe is really a waste, his own race is about to become extinct, and he actually recruited white people to join, hehe, he is a shame in our tribe!"

The clansmen talked about each other, hugging the boulder around them.

Their words chattered like sparrows, but the boulder did not feel any noise, in fact, he thought that it was his greatest satisfaction to be able to let his people live in this land without any scruples.

"Alright, kids, that's it, if you want to watch the fight, I suggest you choose a good spot around the ring, I'm afraid you won't even get a seat for a while after discussing it here." The boulder clapped his hands, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

His prestige is extremely high in the tribe, and just one sentence makes everyone scatter.

Before the morning light reflected the earth, he slowly walked into the ring and paced slowly, as if he was familiar with the venue.

The real duel should not be to bully more and less, the battle between dry bones and iron whip really made him have no good impression of iron whip, and he actually wanted to suppress the other party through crowd tactics, and Blast Sand would never do this.

He will only go up on his own to confront the enemy, representing the blasting of sand.

Before dawn, the ring was crowded with people, in large part because of his prestige.

Even other tribes from a distant distance had sent emissaries to watch the battle, and it seemed that the influence of the Holy Gladiatorial Fight had spread.

After all, one person can defeat more than twenty warriors, which is enough to win anyone's side, especially the land where Africa's power reigns supreme.

When Huerter finished his breakfast, he moved his muscles and bones before slowly entering the ring of the sacred gladiatorial fight, when it was already dawn, and the dense crowd of spectators around him made his brow furrow.

As an assassin and a top killer, he really didn't like it.

Fighting is a treat for Huerter, and a wonderful feeling that one can only feel in an environment where no one is looking.

The hustle and bustle reached his ears, and most of the audience was calling out the name 'The Rock'.

It looks like the big guy in front of him has a lot of prestige here.

"Your name is Boulder?" He slowly walked up to the stage and asked in a low voice.

"That's right."

The boulder stood tall and rubbed his hammer-like fist with a crunching sound.

Even if the lower plate is pressed very low, the boulder is still two and a half meters tall, and if it is upright, the net height is estimated to reach three meters.

He looked like a little giant, and unlike the others, perhaps because of his unbounded talent, his skin was not soft and shiny, but instead a dry, earthy grit covered every inch of his skin, and from a distance, he looked like a stone man.

If the grit on the opponent's skin is not just a decoration attached to the surface, but a defensive layer of equal thickness, then this battle may be a little difficult for Huerter.

The Assassins were most afraid of encountering tanks, especially the supergiants that were born with their own shields.

"Looks like you're taking this game very seriously, isn't it going to be before dawn?" Huerter chuckled.

"That's right, no tribe will despise the Holy Gladiatorial Fight, this represents the true strength of our tribe, and I will make you realize today the gap between you and me, and that an alien white-skinned beast cannot gain a foothold on this continent of Africa."

"So, let's get started."

Huerter grinned, and it could be seen from his tone that the other party was not extremely vicious, but he was quite resistant to himself.

As the bell rang three times in a row, the muddy muffled sound pulled the audience's emotions to the extreme.

"It's going to begin, it's going to begin!"

"Oh, Lord Boulder, beat him back to his mother's womb!"

"For the Horde!"

Listening to the prayers of the people, the boulder turned to look at the audience, waved his hand in a friendly manner, and then turned around violently, a pair of fierce eyes stared at Huert, the original friendliness disappeared, replaced by calmness and beast-like ferocity.

Bang, at the moment when the bell dissipated, the boulder curled up his legs, kicked out, and the whole person flew out directly, raised his right fist, and blasted at Huerter.

This punch carried a rumor, and according to Huerter's experience, if he used brute force to take this punch, even if he did not die, he would have to end up crippled.

The power of the rock fist is huge, but the speed is not weak at all, just the blink of an eye, appeared in Huerter's sight, he squatted suddenly, and the group suddenly hit the air, causing the audience to inhale.

Boulder's fist swept through Huerter's hair, and his right foot did not pause at all, and when he went up, he threw a leg whip with a speed that was staggering, steady and ruthless.

"Grass!"

Huerter cursed secretly, he was half-crouching on the ground at this time, unable to dodge the incoming flying feet, so he had to turn into a thick fog in an instant, trying to dodge the ferocious leg whip.

"Ugh!"

Huerter snorted in pain, and instantly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the crunch of a comminuted fracture of his shoulder blade.

The audience cheered instantly, and the atmosphere exploded to the extreme, and it seemed that Huerter's move was very happy.

Huerter dodged this kick as fast as he could, but he didn't expect the speed of the leg whip to be so fast, and at the moment it turned into a thick fog, it directly kicked the shoulder that had not yet entered the thick fog!

This kick made Huerter almost unstable, and due to the shattering of his right shoulder blade, his entire right arm could not be used, and he had to use his left arm for the rest of the battle.

"Sure enough, a tough enemy."

Huerter's eyes were fierce, and he gradually revealed his killing intent, he really didn't expect that on the African continent, there would be such a combat power of the unlimited.

It seems that we will have to adjust our tactics next.