Prepare for the god of war, listen to this high-end and high-grade title, you know that these reserve level should be the second in ten thousand years, and decide who is the boss of the gladiator through a duel. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Walking in the middle was a man who was not tall but very strong, although he did not wear a helmet with a huge crest, but the rectangular shield that was thick enough to cover most of his body, and the short sword he held in one hand was enough to make people see that this was a standard Momiro gladiator.

The Thracian gladiator on the left, armed with a small shield that could only cover the size of a torso, and a dagger in his hand, was clearly a dexterous gladiator who relied entirely on physical strength, speed, and skill to maneuver around the arena. It is worth mentioning that Spartacus, the famous leader of the slave revolt, belonged to the Thracian gladiators.

However, the gladiator on the right hand side was a little strange, although he wore a helmet that looked like a pursuer, but the observation hole on the mask was the same as that of a Thracian gladiator. But he did not carry a small shield like the Thracian gladiators, not only did he not wear half armor like the Thracian gladiators, but he wore half-body leather armor that was more complete than that of the net gladiators, and he carried two short swords used by the Momiro gladiators in both hands, which was nondescript. But believe me, none of the gods of war can be called ready to fight.

As the three preparatory gods of war entered the arena, as if they were waiting for this moment, the audience on the platform instantly boiled. A group of gladiators near the gate abandoned their opponents and challenged the three reserve gods of war, and as the killing began, the arena was once again in a scuffle.

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Wen Zhong once again took his followers behind him to look for an opponent, attacked and killed a gladiator from behind, and after pulling out a short sword, there were thirty-one more gladiators behind him at this time, which was also all the actors who participated in the audition, and most of the rest had been cleared.

After finishing the killing, Wen Zhong swung off the blood beads on the blade of his sword, and when he looked up again, he saw that the gladiators around him either raised their index fingers and surrendered in defeat, or they were corpses on the spot, only to see three reserve war gods who were almost unscathed, with only some blood stains on their bodies.

Looking at the group of people around him, and then at the three preparatory gods of war, Wen Zhongzhen didn't want to say that he was like a cannon fodder villain who helped others reach the top, he suddenly thought that since it was an audition script, it didn't matter if it was big, so he turned around and called everyone over.

The three pre-war gods stood together and watched the gathered group of slave gladiators whispering, allowing the group of people to discuss how to kill themselves, but they were not afraid at all, they had the pride to be the god of war, and they also had the skill to become the god of war. Although it is a little different from the exhibition match explained at the beginning, these 30 or so people can be regarded as a little easter egg.

As Wen Zhong finished ordering everyone, he walked out of the crowd alone, carrying his double swords upside down, and walked straight to the three preparatory war gods, and said loudly: "I! To the glory of the Thracians, ask for a gladiatorial fight! ”

By the way, Wen Zhong didn't know if he was a Thracian or not, and he didn't even know what the glory of a Thracian was, but that was a reason, wasn't it?

The three preparatory gods of war were obviously stunned for a moment, they didn't expect the slave gladiator in front of them to be so emotional, they didn't rely on the number of people, but asked for a heads-up, the three of them looked at each other for a moment, and then turned their heads to look at the high platform.

A man in a splendid robe stood up and nodded, and then the closed door opened again, and a man dressed in a soldier's uniform came out as a referee.

Among the three, the Thracian gladiators came out first, and the Thracian gladiators and Thracians were an interesting combination of confrontations.

When the two agile people collided together, they saw two figures moving between square inches, Wen Zhong hit the small shield of the Thracian gladiator with two swords in succession, but the Thracian gladiator did not take advantage, although the dagger in his hand was sharp, but Wen Zhong, who was superior in speed, never let him get close, and even suffered two small wounds in order to get close.

The Thracian gladiator was also a veteran, and he was not impatient, but Wen Zhong on the side, who was a little impatient, rushed forward to attack without waiting for his body to stabilize.

Pushed back by the small shield that was resisted again, Wen Zhong gasped slightly, and then Thrace seized the gap where Wen Zhong was breathing, and a dash forwarded, and the dagger stabbed from the shadows. Just when everyone thought that Wen Zhong would definitely die, the Thracian gladiator clearly saw the smile on the corner of Wen Zhong's mouth, since it was too late to change his moves, then he could only fight.

There is still a gap between the consciousness of the god of war and the general gladiator, the small shield in his hand shrinks downward, and a hidden attack upward, if the opponent does not attack, he can defend the key parts, if the opponent attacks, it will definitely make him dizzy.

However, the important thing happened, Wen Zhong did not attack the Thracian gladiator's vital point, suddenly burst close to the Thracian gladiator's side, clasped the wrist holding the dagger with the hilt of his sword, twisted it homeopathically, the dagger was taken out of his hand, and his left fist hit the Thracian gladiator's ribs directly.

The Thracian gladiator was in pain, and Wen Zhong took the opportunity to follow with his right fist, beating the Thracian gladiator to the ground with one punch, and by the time the Thracian gladiator came to his senses, a short sword was already firmly on his shoulder.

No one thought that this black-haired Thracian slave would defeat a pre-war god with only his fists and feet, as if he had not seen blood and caused dissatisfaction, and the spectators in the stands shouted angrily: Die! Die! Die!

I saw that the man in the fancy robe in the stands quietly covered his thumb with four fingers, and the person next to him walked down consciously.

The Thraceian gladiator did not wear a helmet, and the consequences of defeat were obvious to him, and his eyes were filled with the despair of death. After a while, the referee soldier came over and motioned for Wen Zhong to end the life of the Thracian gladiator, but Wen Zhong fiercely pushed the referee soldier away and shouted: "This is my trophy, now I ask for a fight!" Who's next! ”

As if stimulated by Wen Zhong's arrogant tone, the audience on the platform stood up and shouted angrily, ignoring the Thracian gladiators who had already been defeated, and asked the next preparatory god of war to come up and fight Wen Zhong.

The referee soldier was furious, but he had to wait for the person above to give the order before he could make a move, and after a while, the person above motioned for the next god of war to come into play.

Wen Zhong kicked the kneeling person to the ground, as if to vent his anger, but said, "If you want to live, you will act with my people in a while." Although the voice was small, Wen Zhong was very sure that the Thracian gladiators had heard.

Next on the field was a gladiator with a sword in both hands like Wen Zhong, in fact, Wen Zhong always thought that this maverick gladiator would be the finale, but he didn't expect that the Momiro gladiator was the last, it seems that it should be divided according to strength.

The gladiator held a beautiful sword flower in both hands, and although it was impossible to see his expression, Wen Zhong could still feel his gaze as if he were examining his prey.

Unusually, Wen Zhong did not wait for the gladiators to attack, but took the initiative to meet the attack. With several rounds of confrontation between the two swords, the two figures staggered, and Wen Zhong's shoulders and ribs had two more shallow skin wounds, to Wen Zhong's surprise, this gladiator's speed was even faster than himself, this is the first time since Wen Zhong entered the real movie world that a non-monster human NPC injured himself in a heads-up.

Wen Zhong stood still, if the speed was not superior, it was naturally impossible to attack the other with his own shortcomings, and he put on a posture of frontal combat without moving, with an attitude that if you don't come up, I won't go over.

The gladiator, who understood Wen Zhong's attitude, alternately held the sword flower with his wrist with both hands, and kept circling around Wen Zhong to grasp the rhythm. From time to time, he stabbed and tried to try, but he was beaten back by Wen Zhong.

Finally, as if he couldn't hold back his temperament, he saw that the gladiator suddenly rushed up, Wen Zhong had already swung his sword to block, but the gladiator suddenly stopped the surprise attack, turned to change direction, grabbed Wen Zhong's gap and appeared on Wen Zhong's side, the ribs were wide open, and the sharp short sword stabbed in the ribs. Wen Zhong snorted coldly, and suddenly fell backwards, the short sword grazing his arm and piercing the air. Wen Zhong twisted his legs and tripped the gladiator to the ground, taking advantage of the opportunity to distance himself again.

Touched the wound on his arm, this little boss is so difficult, so what kind of existence is the Momiro gladiator in the back, Wen Zhong looked at the pair of sword gladiators vigilantly.

Uncharacteristically, there is no defense, but instead he runs away. Suddenly, there was an angry scolding from the audience, reprimanding Wen Zhong for not respecting the honor of the gladiators, and the gladiators with the two swords naturally refused to let go of Wen Zhong and chased after him, but after Wen Zhong ran for a while, he stopped and was on guard again.

"Thracians, don't you run?" The first time the Twin Sword Gladiator made a sound, it turned out to be a woman!?

Wen Zhong frowned: "Woman? ”

The Twin Sword Gladiator didn't seem to be annoyed by Wen Zhong's tone, and continued to maintain a fighting posture and said, "A woman who can kill you!" ”

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have the desire to talk, Wen Zhong could only raise his double swords again.

At this moment, Wen Zhong stopped defending and began to let go of the attack. Although the speed of the Twin Sword Gladiator was faster than his own, it was not so fast that he could not defend himself, and the strength of the Twin Sword Gladiator was not as good as his own, so Wen Zhong chose to change the venue, a field full of corpses.

Sure enough, the speed of the Twin Sword Gladiator, who was hindered by the corpses on the ground, suddenly slowed down. Wen Zhong took the opportunity to attack wildly, but the double-sword gladiator suddenly fell into disadvantage.

She was obviously aware of this and wanted to get out of this place full of corpses, but how could Wen Zhong give up his advantage and pestered the Twin Sword Gladiator.

As if he understood that he couldn't leave this place, the double-sword gladiator also took out the decisiveness that he should have in preparing for the god of war, and he didn't move on the spot, and he still fought hand-to-hand combat with Wen Zhong in exchange for injuries.

Since both of them were within a meter, the tip of the sword could never be aimed at the enemy, and could only scratch the other party with the blade, but in just a dozen breaths, Wen Zhong had already had six more wounds, and the double-sword gladiator was also not badly injured, but he obviously still had the upper hand.

Wen Zhong's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he suddenly swung an uppercut, the double-sword gladiator noticed that he subconsciously used his sword against his jaw, if Wen Zhong insisted on throwing this uppercut, he would definitely hurt his left hand, and a gladiator whose left hand was injured was no longer a threat.

Who knew that Wen Zhong didn't care about it, he took the blade and hit it the chin of the double-sword gladiator, a helmet flew up, and the double-sword gladiator only felt dizzy, and before he could recover, his stomach was hit by a strong force.

The Twin Sword Gladiator flew out, apparently her internal organs were damaged, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and when the black girl with her hair cut short came to her senses, a short sword was already against her jaw, and the Twin Sword Gladiator was defeated!

As if there was no dead man in sight, the spectators in the stands angrily shouted for the death of the gladiator with two swords, and the man in the magnificent robe once again covered his thumb with four fingers.

When Wen Zhong dragged the double-sword gladiator next to the Thracian gladiator like a dead dog, the referee soldier was about to come over, but Wen Zhong didn't even look at it, and pushed away the stunned referee soldier, shouting: "You want to kill!?" Wait until I kill your god of war! The dagger pointed directly at the Momiro gladiator who had been standing still, and his attitude was extremely arrogant!