Li Siwu really can't describe what the current situation of his body is, exhaustion, soreness, weakness, weakness and other discomfort that serious patients can feel may all be found in him.

This wooden sword weighed less than five catties, and it was as light as a feather in the hands of any gladiator, but it seemed very weighty in his hands.

It took a lot of physical effort to walk, and when he came to the stake, he only slashed out the weakness of the first sword, which could not even cut a chicken, and all the gladiators sneered, and then put all his attention on training.

In their eyes, Li Siwu's performance was just like what he thought before, but he was just completing this cultivation through a foolish way, which meant that this slave had completely lost all the dignity and glory of gladiators from this moment on, and sooner or later he would be eliminated or die, or sent to the mining area.

No one knows that Li Siwu's sword has really exhausted every bit of strength he has at the moment, and no one knows that Li Siwu has imagined himself as a real gladiator from the moment he picked up the wooden sword in his hand and stood in front of the stake, and he is not facing a stake but his real opponent.

His strength is indeed weak, and people can't bear to look at him directly, but his spirit is the focus of all his previous actions, and the fighting spirit that bursts out from the depths of his heart is also unprecedentedly high.

Sword after sword, Li Siwu, who had never practiced anything because his physical condition did not allow him, the only way to allow himself to stand in front of the stake and continue to slash was to rely on the imaginary battlefield illusion to fight the target and the burning desire to become stronger.

Every slash has absolutely no water, no matter how unbearable it is in the eyes of others, he can't bear to look at it directly, but he really exoured all the strength in his body, and never let that kind of thing such as letting go of water to deal with it really happened even once.

In such a state, even he did not know the extent to which his body, which was a little staggering and barely standing still, would be damaged.

The first dozen or so slashes didn't make his body too unacceptable, but by the time he had only done more than twenty times, his body was already sending a danger signal, and every corner was frantically conveying to his brain that he must immediately give up training and recuperate.

However, Li Siwu's face was indifferent, he didn't show half a point of overwhelmed expression at all, he was so crazy and chopped the motionless wooden stake, although every action was so stupid, without any discipline, and weak, but it couldn't shake his determination to persevere.

He knows that he looks very ridiculous now, and he has completely lost the idea of impressing others with practical actions, and he has experienced so many things until now he has recognized the essence of this world.

In this world, the only way to live in this ghost place is only: enjoy life on the edge of the sword, fight fate until death.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you show extraordinary perseverance and faith, as long as you are weak and can be bullied, then you will never get anyone's recognition and respect.

The only thing you can rely on here is your own strong strength and brilliant record in the arena.

As long as the body has not collapsed and has not completely collapsed, then practice like this, until the heavens and the earth are desolate, the old sea is dry and the stones are rotten, as long as there is still a trace of strength, you must not give up, because giving up is equivalent to death.

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"How long do you think he can hold out?" Seeing Li Siwu's skinny and serious illness that had not healed, his body was weak and weak, and he could fall to the ground at any time, one of the three reserve saints leaked out with a face full of ridicule and ridicule, and began to tease Li Siwu with his companions, which can be regarded as looking for a trace of fun in hard training, so that time can pass as quickly as possible.

"Look at his current virtue, if he can last for five minutes, it is a big mark, if he can exceed ten minutes, I will immediately eat upside down!"

"Hehehe... Ten minutes? You think too highly of him, don't you? Having said that, he can't even complete the main quest now, and when the final trial comes, even if he doesn't die at the hands of other gladiators, he will be sent to the mine because of the failure of the mission, and then he can only be trapped in this world for the rest of his life, I really don't know why he can enter here, how can someone who doesn't even have a little survival capital embark on the road to becoming stronger like us? ”

"Hey, hey, hey... It doesn't matter how he got in, as you said, coming in with his cowardice is tantamount to sending him to death, and I believe he will burp before he even survives the final trial. ”

"Yes, let him do it, isn't it good to be an ordinary person for the rest of his life if he doesn't have the strength? At least you can live a little longer! ”

"Hehehe... If you don't want to be a strong man, how can you be here if you don't want to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life? We are indeed much stronger than him, but we must also seize every minute of time to cultivate and strengthen ourselves, otherwise even if we can pass the main quest, we may not be able to fold on other main quests. ”

"Yes, although we haven't seen with our own eyes how ferocious the real arena is, we can already see from these gladiators that it is definitely not as easy as imagined, and a bad one may be death, and the end may be countless times more miserable than that kid."

"Well, you're right, but that kid seems to have been holding out for quite some time, have any of you seen how many stakes he's cut down?"

"Who cares about that, anyway, even if he has been lazy and sliding, with this appearance, he will definitely not be able to complete the first training content given to him by the coach."

"Hey, hey, hey... Failing to complete training is not just as simple as not having food to eat and not being able to rest, and after he tastes the whip in the coach's hand himself, he will have to take off a layer of skin if he does not die. ”

"This is not necessarily, the coach is obviously deliberately taking care of that kid, maybe even if he can't complete this training, he will find a suitable reason to help him shirk it!"

"Phew! I really don't understand why that kid made the coach look the other way, we couldn't attract the coach's attention when we performed so well, why did he? ”

It's been almost half a month since they've been here, and they obviously know something about it, and they understand the importance of the coach to everyone, that's why they say such sour words.

"Don't talk about us, even the three Syrians who are above us in terms of physical fitness and their own strength can't get the coach's eyes!"

"Don't say it, the coach is already a little wrong when he looks at us, so if you don't want to be whipped, let's shut up and train."

......

The views of the three reserve saints on Li Siwu did not just represent themselves, but the voices of almost everyone on the training ground.

However, as time went on, Li Siwu's impression in their minds became more and more fading, and in just half an hour, it was completely erased from their minds because of the high-intensity and high-concentration battle.

Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes...

An hour...

Before you knew it, five hours had passed......