After a short rest, I recovered my strength a little, and when I woke up, I thought about this unfamiliar environment.

Survival is the only goal he has set for himself, no matter how difficult it is, he must go home.

Before the cell door could be fully opened, two fierce lizard soldiers had already rushed into the prison.

After his eyes were dark and his head was covered, Mark dragged away like a wolfdog.

The weight of the chains made every step he took extremely laborious, and the sound of the chains seemed to be groaning and shouting.

After a long time, the hood was suddenly torn off, and the ensuing kick caused Mark to stagger out and almost fall.

Before he could look up, the laughter around him burst into laughter.

The light was dim, and when his eyes eased and he adjusted to the environment, he found himself standing in the middle of a cave.

The cave is small in size, and the surrounding area is surrounded by wooden frames and many observation decks.

The crowd on the stage was full, mostly lizard people, men and women.

Beating, scolding, laughing, drinking, counting money, bare breasts, ugly appearance, everything.

The noise is endless......

This must be the worst place in Kansas to hide the dirt and dirt, and all the ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed here.

If it weren't for the barbed wire, I would have taken a hostage and escaped.

Fantasy is fantasy, impulse is the devil.

The guard didn't open the slave's chains, but smiled and found a place to sit down, taking a sip of wine at the right time, as if waiting for the show to begin.

One of the guards clutched the bill-like paper and counted it with the help of saliva, as excited as the twist of a drug addict.

Mark stood in the middle of the field, knowing what he was doing. I couldn't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

It is too sad for fate to make such a fool of itself, to trample precious lives into creatures inferior to pigs, and to allow these unknown lizardmen to be used as a means of entertainment to fight for their lives.

There are a thousand ways to choose death, ten thousand!

But there is only one way to live.

It's always easier to die than to be born.

With the eyes closed and the teeth bitten, death can be achieved.

However, for life, it is far more difficult than death, and it is natural to suffer more and give more.

In order to survive, in order to go home, Mark can't choose, and he can't choose, only by defeating the opponent can he survive!

"Go home! I want to survive! Mark thought silently.

There are no referees, no rounds, no rules to follow, no intermission and no time-outs in the arena, and the only thing that is there is only the announcer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Kansas Gladiatorial Arena......"

The opening commentary of the announcer was high-pitched and powerful, attracting applause from the audience.

It's spitting and making introductions.

"The first to appear is 'Stranger'!"

"This slave is from the sky and has been regarded as a spy ......"

Before the words fell, the audience suddenly sighed, and some people even struggled to throw out the paper ball, cursing constantly in their mouths.

"Get out of Kansas! Get out of Kansas! ”

The announcer paused for a moment and shouted in an octave voice, hoping to drown out the shout.

"His opponent is the 'king of gladiatorial fighting' --- ---Nagorno-Karabakh...... where violence and aesthetics coexist."

Hearing that Naka appeared, everyone was suddenly boiling and cheering, and the cheers were higher and higher.

Its enthusiasm is no less than that of star-chasers greeting their favorite film and television singers.

Naka is out.

Dressed in a black cloak and with his hands raised above his head, he walked around the arena in front of the audience.

The audience applauded his actions in return, with some female lizardmen even exposing their tops and shaking their chests to attract Naka's attention.

Amid the frantic cheers of the audience, the announcer ended his sonorous speech and turned to withdraw from the inner circle.

Naka had already walked a lap and returned to the starting point, staring at Mark with fierce eyes.

As the cloak was torn off by Naka, a human appeared.

A body of strong muscles, green muscles, and scars, all showing off his combat experience, the huge man is tall enough to be Mark's head.

Naka glanced at it, a smile on his lips.

In comparison, this "outlander" appears so weak that it is negligible.

He is more concerned with how to take the fight to the extreme to please the audience.

Admittedly, in terms of strength, agility and speed, Naka is far superior to Mark.

"Naka! Nagorno-Karabakh ......"

The audience cheered again.

The man, Naka, ran violently, with brutal movements, simple and rough, and his speed caught Mark off guard.

was hesitating, suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, was gently picked up, and by inertia, he fell to the ground heavily.

The dust stirred up, burying Mark in the dust.

Mark felt a sharp pain in his back.

Naka didn't allow his opponent to get up, grabbed his collar with his hand, and slammed his right fist into his opponent's cheek like a sledgehammer.

Under the fierce slamming, his cheeks were hot, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, and after flying straight out, he fell to the ground.

Naka struck a blow and ignored his opponent who fell to the ground.

After testing that his opponent's strength was far from his own, he turned to face the audience and let out a roar.

Like a silverback gorilla, beating its solid chest.

The sound of "dong dong" is like a heavy war drum to declare his bravery.

The audience saw Naka so brave, as if the victor was himself, and the cheers that followed were like waves, wave after wave.

Mark shook his head hard to make his dizziness go away.

He got up slowly, the blood in his mouth mixed with dust, sticky and fishy.

While spitting on the ground, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his mud-stained hand.

His eyes were fixed on Naka's silhouette as he walked slowly toward him.

Mark could have dodged Naka's takedown, but he resisted it in order to test the strength, speed and reflexes of the so-called "gladiatorial king" Naka.

The strength of the other party is indeed very strong, and he is glad that he did not kill the killer, otherwise he would not even have a chance to stand up, Mark thought secretly.

Although the move is risky, given that they are both human, the difference in strength between the two should not be far apart.

The bet is risky, but it's worth the risk.

Although he is not as strong as him, sometimes the sacrifice is always worth it.

This allows you to learn about your opponent's punching technique, strength, reflexes, and way of thinking, and if you find out the rules of Naka, you may be able to defeat him.

After some reflection, Mark strengthened his confidence.

The "King of Gladiatorial Fights" was still intoxicated with the sound of worship, and it came to an abrupt end with the admiration of the audience.

When he turned around, he realized that his opponent was not as vulnerable as he thought, at least not now.

Like an enraged beast, Naka let out a roar and swooped down like a mad bull. It's quicker than ever, and the punches are more agile.

After avoiding Naka's savage charge, a hail of punches followed.

The moves are sharp, the fists are tigery, and they go straight to the point.

Mark kept his fists tightly on his feet, cautiously dodging the attack, and several punches brushed past his ears.

The fist wind swept through, bringing bursts of whistling.

After the opponent's dodge speed gradually slowed down, and he retreated to a dead corner where he could not dodge and move, the corner of the man's mouth once again showed a hideous smile.

I saw Naka's upper body tilted slightly, blocking his own punch with his body, and his right fist avoided the opponent's sight, pouring out of the opponent's lower abdomen like a rocket cannon.

The stomach suddenly contracted, and stomach acid rose and tumbled in the throat.

After Mark resisted the tidal eruption, the intense pain made it difficult for him to breathe, and he fell to his knees with his hands on his stomach.

Naka smiled again, giving the audience a glimpse of his dark teeth.

"Phew~"

The audience was stunned, and Naka jumped to his feet. With all his strength, he struck Mark in the back with his elbow in a Tarzan pressure.

For Naka's offensive, Mark was overly optimistic and hit hard.

Kneeling on the sand, blood mixed with sand made Mark retch, but there was an inexplicable pain in his heart.

The man apparently used himself as his acting tool, like a cat and mouse, teasing the food before killing it before killing it.

In doing so, the audience cheered again.

"Naka! ~Naka! ~”

The audience spoke in unison and kept calling.

The cries are bursting, which is comparable to the rate of a person's heartbeat, which makes people's blood boil.

Hearing the call, it was as piercing as a pinprick to Mark, spurring him to get up again.

Fluid slid from the corners of the eyes, causing the vision to suddenly turn red. Before Mark could wipe the blood stains away, the "King of Gladiators" rumbled out again like a battlefield.