I saw a figure descend from the sky, kicked on the wall and slowed down the speed of the fall, turned over in the air, and landed firmly on the ground. The ground suddenly cracked open with no force, raising a puff of dust.

The dust dispersed, revealing the figure standing inside, and it was the knight Lei who had just single-handedly fought the seven-headed giant-tailed wolf.

Red stood on the stage and looked ugly at the black-haired knight below, the guy repeatedly punching himself in the face and messing up his carefully arranged gladiatorial tournament. But he was afraid of the dragon behind him, and he still had to ask, "What are you going to do!?" ”

But Wen Zhong didn't pay attention to the inquiries from the top of his head, but walked towards the center of the venue with a dark face. The ten preparatory gods of war had just seen the scene of this man fighting the seven-headed giant-tailed wolf alone, and in their hearts, the few people in it were sure to defeat the seven-headed giant-tailed wolf.

But like this man, he completely suppressed those behemoths with speed and strength almost as if he was playing, and defeated them unscathed, which these people could never do.

When the man walked towards him, the nerves of everyone present tensed together, and the weapon in his hand unconsciously tightened, as if he was facing a fierce beast that loved people.

As soon as the so-called-stirring stick came out, it was simply a change. Of course, Wen Zhong knew what he was doing now, but he wished to do so, and as he jumped off the stage and walked towards the middle of the gladiatorial arena, the attention on his body instantly increased by hundreds.

The figure hanging on the cross was motionless, as if he didn't notice what was happening in the outside world, the messy and filthy hair was still hanging low, and Wen Zhong's heart moved when he looked at it for no reason:

Name: Anne

Script Identity: Anna (Thief)

Acting skills: slightly

Status: Weak, Life Curse (Abyss)

After nearly half a month in the script, Wen Zhong didn't expect to meet again, and this girl was infected with the abyss curse again. However, it was obvious that this curse was different from the last time she was infected by the Abyss Curse of the Sea Emperor Onasai, and there were no drops of water oozing from her body.

When Wen Zhong approached the cross in the middle with a solemn face, two figures on the side walked out to block Wen Zhong's face, which were the second and third ranked twin gladiators Fagon and Farley.

As the reserve god of war and the only two free gladiators out of ten, coupled with his young age, he felt that he would not allow his dignity to be trampled on by a layman, even if this person was a noble knight.

To put it bluntly, these two stupid children are sick in the second place.

Wen Zhong frowned and glanced at the two young men standing in front of him, although Falei and Fagong were only the same height as Wen Zhong, they were a circle larger than him. I saw that these two strong men were each holding double swords, and their eyes looked at the defenseless Wen Zhong as if they were provocative, and the meaning was naturally self-evident.

But Wen Zhong didn't seem to see the eyes of the two, and no longer hesitated and walked straight forward. An invisible telekinesis spread faintly around him, suppressing the figures of the two of them as if nothing was there. Fagon and Farley were furious when they saw that the black-haired man was ignoring them and trying to pass through the middle.

I wanted to swing my double sword and slash this arrogant man three times and six holes, but I was shocked to find that my body was extremely stiff, and I couldn't turn around as flexibly as usual.

They glanced at each other, and from the shocked eyes of both sides, they found that the situation of the two was exactly the same, was this man really terrifying?

Well... It's shameless to cheat.

Wen Zhong ignored the two people who were almost fixed in place by his powerful mental power, and forced them to break off their shoulders and walk straight towards the cross. The other eight Preparatory Gods of War were very surprised, because the two brothers Fagon and Farley could be said to be strange in the gladiator circle, but when it came to gladiatorial ability, they could be called the existence of conscience in the industry.

These two goods have never been fuel-efficient lamps, but at this time, they easily let a man who is not as strong as them pass through the defense line, and he is still motionless, and the man in front of him is definitely not simple. Suddenly, the remaining eight preparatory war gods also put away their contempt and silently opened a gap for Wen Zhong to walk to the cross.

The cross is not very high, but it is very thick as a binding cross. Until the moment Wen Zhong stood in front of Anna, the girl still lowered her head and did not move.

I saw Wen Zhong leap lightly and pull out the sword of Ares inserted at the top of the cross. After a few flashes of sword light, the chain that trapped Anna broke in response, and Anna fell into Wen Zhong's arms, but people didn't notice that at the moment of catching Anna, a trace of white light flashed in Wen Zhong's hand.

He half-knelt down and gently shook the unconscious Anna, hiding under Anna's left hand but using life revival to restore her body. Anna woke up from her stupor, opened her tired eyelids, and looked up to see the longing face.

I saw the man show his trademark smile and say, "Are you awake?" Are you okay? ”

Anna looked at the smile in front of her blankly, tears slowly filled her eyes, until she couldn't bear it anymore, the girl grabbed Wen Zhong's collar and cried bitterly. In the gladiatorial arena that should be filled with the theme song of blood and killing, at this moment, I watched silently as a woman curled up in a man's arms and cried bitterly.

Wen Zhong comforted Anna, picked her up and turned around to leave, but at this time, the ten preparatory war gods stood in front of him. He frowned again and looked at the ten people surrounding him and said, "You want to stop me?" ”

Evelyn, one of the two sisters of the gladiatorial arena, said in a hoarse voice, "Venerable knight, we have no intention of stopping you, but the witch in your hand is our sacrifice to become the god of war, and you can't take her away!" As long as you let her go, please go wherever you want! ”

Wen Zhong can see that the ten people in front of him all have the same idea, wanting to become a generation of war gods.

None of the people present would have thought that this black-haired man would insist on taking the witch, even if this man had defeated seven giant-tailed wolves alone, no one would survive the siege of the ten pre-war gods, and then they were wrong!

If you ask what Lei Chan is best at in the Lei Chan Guards Regiment, then the people of the Guards Regiment will definitely say without hesitation: Slap in the face!

Wen Zhong, the plot stirring stick, obviously wouldn't give up such a good opportunity to slap his face, but he suddenly burst out laughing. As if he had heard something ridiculous, the entire arena reverberated with the young man's unbridled laughter, which was full of malice and sarcasm, and made the ten reserve gods of war present change their colors in unison.

Evelyn asked, "Why are you laughing?" She was so angry that she didn't even need honorifics.

Wen Zhong suppressed his laughter, looked at everyone contemptuously and said, "Laugh at you group, in order to become the so-called god of war, you have to kill an ordinary girl." Do you think I'm going to abandon her? I'll tell you, her name is Anna, and she's my wife of Ray Alex! Not a witch! ”

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, and they all stood up and looked at the man who was confronting the ten pre-war gods. The ten preparatory gods of war in the dueling arena had even more wonderful faces, and they were as impulsive as Wufu Baker and the like, and even had the urge to attack. Anna in Wen Zhong's arms looked excited, and she was so weak that she passed out again.

Ocleus, who ranked first, asked in a deep voice: "Who do you think you are, why do you say a few words like taking away the sacrifice of the god of war, you look at the words on this woman's face, it is the words that only witches understand!" Put down the woman in your hands and get out! ”

His words are already completely offensive, if he can definitely gain a lot of attention in normal times, but unfortunately he met Wen Zhong, who is even more crazy than him.

I saw Wen Zhong gently put Anna down, and just when everyone thought he was compromised, they heard his even more arrogant laughter: "Why? Just because I am the only dragon knight on the continent, the abyss walker, and the guardian knight of the frostwolf queen! He paused, this was the name he currently had, but obviously he didn't intend to end there, and continued to speak arrogantly: "Just because I am the human agent of the Pantheon!" The sword in my hand is the sword of Ares, the god of war, and I want to become the god of war? Let's get past me first! ”

Wen Zhong's words fell, and with a wave of the Sword of Ares in his hand, a white sword aura flashed in an instant, blasting a deep pit on the ground, forcing the ten Preparatory War Gods back several meters!

Almost the audience was in an uproar, although many people had not heard of the Pantheon or something, many more people had heard of this sect that had stood firm in the age of the gods in the legends that had been circulating. At that moment, everyone's focus was on the rune sword in Wen Zhong's hand.

All along, Wen Zhong kept his own affairs in the abyss silent. Except for the conscious audience, no one knew what was going on in the abyss. So when this shameless guy adds the aura of the Pantheon to himself, it all gets interesting.

When Wen Zhong secretly regretted that he had wasted all the souls in the soul pool of the Sword of Ares again, dozens of people had already left the gladiatorial arena on horseback, spreading the news of the Pantheon to all corners of the continent. At the same time, the ten preparatory war gods stubbornly still stood in place, but this time their eyes looked greedily at the Sword of Ares in Wen Zhong's hand.

Well, Wen Zhong's stupid pretending to be cool is cool, but he has put himself in a desperate situation. It seems that if you don't hand over the Sword of Ares in your hand, I'm afraid that this group of unruly guys will swallow themselves.

said so, but Wen Zhong's expression remained unchanged and he still said with an arrogant face: "You want this sword? OK! I saw him suddenly shout loudly at Rhett, who was standing on the noble seat, leaning out: "Lord Rhett, my wife must not die here, since they want to decide the god of war, why don't you let me have a gladiatorial battle with them!"

In the name of the god of war! ”

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