Standing in front of the seven huge square logs, hearing what the coach said, Li Siwu once again saw the cruelty of this place.

On the first day they set foot on the training ground, their first training was to carry the square wood in front of them, which looked to be at least 100 catties, and walked slowly for 12 hours.

In the words of the instructor, it is a test of their physical fitness, and those who pass this test can stay here and continue their gladiator training until they succeed in becoming a glorious gladiator in the final trial three months later.

Those who were unable to complete the test were sent back to the slave market and sold their lives as dark slaves until they died.

Li Siwu really didn't know if he could successfully survive the twelve hours of inhumane training and assessment, he only knew that if he couldn't complete it, then he would be finished, and once he was eliminated, what awaited him would be endless darkness and torture, because he would be trapped as a slave in this damn place for the rest of his life, never able to return to the real world.

When Li Siwu tried to lift Fang Mu and put it on his shoulder, he knew that he still underestimated the difficulty of this test, although Fang Mu's weight was not as heavy as he imagined, it should only be about 70 catties, but it was the weight of 70 catties that gradually became a mountain after pressing on his shoulders in less than ten minutes, and he was miserable and staggering.

In particular, the skin and flesh of his body in contact with Fang Mu have definitely been crushed by the huge weight, and they have turned purple and even broken skin, the hot pain frantically urged him to throw away this Fang Mu who destroyed his body immediately, and give up the test, even if he can't become a gladiator, can't complete the task, can't leave this world, at least don't have to continue to bear this crazy pain, it's good.

But there is another even more crazy desire in his heart, which makes him always grit his teeth and insist, as long as he can become stronger, as long as he can have the qualifications to cultivate, as long as his parents can raise their heads in front of people, as long as he no longer shames his family, what is this pain!

Now he really knew why these square trees were so dark and black in the center, but they still maintained the normal color of the wood near the ends, and these blackened places should be caused by too much blood.

Since others can get through it, why can't he, Li Siwu?

"Lao Tzu is also human! Lao Tzu is definitely no worse than anyone else! In the real world, there is no qualification for cultivation, Lao Tzu accepts his fate, but in this world of ordinary people, if Lao Tzu can't mix up his personal appearance, what is the difference between him and scum? Keep it up, you have to keep it up for me......"

Even if Li Siwu had just started the test, he was already in a state of exhaustion, tiredness, follow-up weakness, some vain steps, heavy breathing, and sweat all showed the fact that he would soon fall to the ground.

In the eyes of the other gladiators, the playful and sarcastic meaning became more and more intense, and it was easy to see from their expressions that no one wanted this weak chicken to stay here, and there was no pity and sympathy, only boredom and hatred.

The gladiator world does not allow the existence of the weak, because the existence of the weak will only discredit them, even as a slave, he has the dignity of a slave and insists that at least as a gladiator, a slave disdains to be in the company of the weak.

Except for Li Siwu, the condition of the other six newcomer slaves is undoubtedly much better, as long as the physical fitness is within the range of a normal adult man, carrying a heavy object of about seventy catties will not be too much of a problem in a short time.

In particular, the three slaves who should be the natives of this world, their physical strength is absolutely proportional to their sturdy figures, and they are even more relaxed in the situation.

If nothing else, these three slaves will definitely be able to pass the first level smoothly, and even the other three reserve saints may not have much of a problem, as long as the willpower can also survive at the ordinary level.

Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes...

An hour...

Two hours...

After two hours had passed, seven people carrying huge trees walked slowly in a circular area about four meters in diameter, looking somewhat similar to the donkey pulling the mill.

Li Siwu, who had already been soaked in sweat over and over again, had already been a little confused an hour and a half ago, and his steps were so vague that he felt like he would fall down at any time.

The ox-like breath was as rapid as a bellows, and it sounded so uncomfortable that even the new slave, who was a "companion", hoped that the "garbage" would immediately fall to the ground and be driven out of the place by its master.

Only two of them, who looked equally tired, always gritted their teeth and persevered, the original sarcasm and disdain in their eyes were gradually replaced by admiration and blessing.

Although the physical fitness of the two of them is not bad, it can only be regarded as good, and it is also not comparable to the person who can be chosen by the master of the gladiatorial arena in this world.

It is the persistence and belief seen from Li Siwu that they will constantly adjust their mentality, so that they can radiate greater fighting spirit and perseverance from their hearts to complete this cruel test that can be called a marathon.

If Li Siwu really fell halfway through the test, it would definitely be a major blow to their hearts, and they themselves would probably not be able to persist because of their ruthlessness and persistence and the desire to compare.

Giving up is equivalent to waiting for death, and they really hope that Li Siwu can survive or hold on for more time.

At this time, although the other gladiators on the training ground were still training their combat skills and physical strength, they seemed a little absent-minded, and from time to time they would shoot their eyes on the weak chicken who had been tortured by the giant tree and could fall to the ground at any time.

Even if he was beaten a few times by his opponent's wooden sword and wooden shield, he still didn't learn any lesson, and he still couldn't control his eyes.

From the changes in the expressions on their faces during this time, you can see the words that they have hidden in their hearts and have never spoken.

The initial ridicule, ridicule and contempt have faded away, but now almost all of them have been replaced by a hint of respect and admiration.

Of course, what they admire cannot be Li Siwu's "weak" small body, but the wolf-like heart, the bear-like toughness, and the lion-like persistence hidden in the depths of the weak body.

If you don't talk about physical fitness, this young man with a face full of immaturity definitely has unmatched nerves and endurance!

Physical fitness can be exercised, physical fitness can be improved in exercise, and strength can be strengthened in improvement.

Only this indomitable spirit, indomitable will, and never-give-up persistence are the most precious, admirable and even jealous existence.

Even among these truly powerful gladiators, it is difficult to find a strong man who can compare to this young man!

Because a person is only truly strong if he is strong in his heart!