"Boy, do you still have that spare time to wonder why I didn't kill you? I advise you to devote 120 percent of your attention to the gladiatorial fight in front of you, otherwise I can't really guarantee that you will survive in the end. ”

"Why? Why are you helping me? ”

"Hehehe, it doesn't hurt to tell you, because you are the stupidest and most naïve idiot of all the reserve saints I have met in this world, and killing you is really afraid of soiling my hands."

"Why do you provoke me with your words again and again? No matter what you did for what you did, I can only say that you succeeded, roar~~~"

As Shan Xuguo walked up with a face full of dissatisfaction, Li Siwu felt infinite emotion in his heart because of the other party's words.

Why didn't he want this kid in front of him to die?

It's simple, because he's really like himself!

Since you have the ability to help the other person now, why can't you make a good relationship?

After all, he Li Siwu is not a murderer, and he also has the bottom line moral standards of his behavior.

For those who want him dead, whoever they are, they must be prepared to bear his wrath.

For those who he can help and those who deserve his help, he will never be stingy with his ability.

It's all just his personal preference, nothing to do with good or evil!

Stimulated by Li Siwu several times in a row, Shan Xuguo really began to work hard, and the kind of madness shown in this state regardless of life and death made him finally leak the kind of ruthlessness and ruthlessness that belonged to a real gladiator in the attack.

"This kind of battle should be able to meet the needs of your group of perverts! For the sake of insurance, I'm giving you some spices! ”

After a silent recitation in his heart, Li Siwu's whole sword and shield flew wide, and his originally insignificant height of 180 cm burst out, with a beast-like aura.

The ruthlessness is full of desperation, and death is full of darkness!

This most primitive battle scene really caused everyone to scream wave after wave, and the look of excitement on his face was even more exciting and satisfying than ordinary people winning the five million jackpot.

Especially after the picture of the blood flying on both sides' bodies appeared, it was even more crazy to the bottom of the hossing, if it weren't for the kind of gladiators in their hearts who were afraid of their souls and made them dare not cross the thunder pool by half a step, there might have been countless people rushing into the arena to rejoice with the people.

It's not just Shan Xuguo who is flying with blood, in order to maximize the effect of the show, in order to make his figure engraved into the minds of more people and never erase, Li Siwu is also covered in blood at the moment.

The pale yellow skin was stained with dust, and at the same time, it was almost rendered into a bloody god of war by bright red blood, and every movement was so wild, so full of the smell of destruction, which made the audience excited, and at the same time, he himself felt an unprecedented throbbing!

Once upon a time, he Li Siwu didn't even dare to dream that he would still have today, and the satisfaction brought by the seemingly endless vitality in his body was so real.

The unprecedented abundance of power in his body allowed him to squander and waste without the slightest sign of weakness, and compared to the garbage body that would lose his breath even for a few hundred meters, this real feeling of strength was so intoxicating to him.

When this kind of thought became more and more intense, he also became more and more warful, and at this moment, after almost five minutes of fighting, Shan Xuguo's situation did not know how much worse than him.

The constant spitting of red blood from the wounds all over his body is so poignant and miserable, but under his stubborn persistence and counterattack that never admit defeat, this misery has successfully turned into a kind of strength.

Under this kind of power, the audience will certainly be excited because of his courage and tenacity, but more of a feeling is a kind of throbbing of previous behavior.

Once upon a time, they had almost never seen such a wonderful gladiatorial fight in the arena, and they had never seen such a strong gladiator in the arena, as if they would not fall down no matter how badly injured.

This kind of battle scene, which almost broke their usual cognition, was incomparably new and at the same time firmly captured their eyes and hearts.

This unique way of fighting seems to make them feel more satisfied and stimulated than any life that passes by, the blood flies and the head breaks the blood.

In their eyes, although they still don't care whether Shan Xuguo, a weak man, lives or dies in the end, they have a faint urge to see such a fight again.

In this case, Li Siwu moved, and this attack showed no mercy, not only because he had seen some obvious signs on the faces of the crowd, but also because if he continued like this, he had no problem at all, but the other party would definitely fall to the ground and die due to excessive blood loss.

At the moment when Li Siwu launched a real offensive, Shan Xuguo clearly felt that this attack was completely different from any previous one, and when he realized this, he was powerless.

The shield in his hand was vigorously bombarded by the iron sword in the opponent's hand, and his entire left half of his body flew backwards, and the empty door leaked, and Shan Xuguo looked at the iron sword in the opponent's hand across his neck with extremely unconvinced eyes.

This battle, in which the strength of the two sides was completely unequal, finally fell to the ground after almost ten minutes with Li Siwu's "difficult" victory.

The cheers of the Capua spectators in the stands were uncharacteristically not as crazy as they imagined, although they were still full of screams and roars, and all kinds of imaginable and unimaginable images, but they did not really reach the kind of desperate and desperate.

Li Siwu used the iron sword in his hand to completely shackle the opponent's neck, and then looked around, waiting for the judgment of Shan Xuguo.

At this moment, he didn't know what was wrong with him, some throbbing, some worried, some worried, just the first time he met this kid, it can be said that the two have no relatives and no reason, but why did he do this? Why don't you want to see him die?

He couldn't find a reason to explain his current behavior with the only excuse that could barely be used as an excuse - he was very much like himself!

Of course, even he felt that this reason was simply far-fetched and would make everyone who knew want to spray, but who among the reserve saints who could enter the realm of sanctification and come to this world was not obsessed?

Like yourself? Well, like it's like it!

When the battle was completely over, his neck was held up with an iron sword, and his life was completely in the hands of others, and Shan Xuguo's heart was filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.

He had never felt such a clear sense of powerlessness that fate was completely beyond his control, and the words pain, weakness, incompetence, and waste were all like sharp knives that stabbed him madly in the heart.

"Was it right or wrong for me to come into this world? Is a weak person like me really qualified to be strong? Do I really have what it takes to be a strong man? Am I really only worthy of a mediocre life, like ordinary people, to live the kind of ordinary life of starting a family, marrying a wife, having children, and living a dull life? Maybe! Unfortunately, I've lost even the right to choose to be a normal person now, because I seem to be dying soon, and it seems like that's not bad, at least I'll never let those messy desires torment my heart anymore. ”