The time period when Li Siwu entered the Realm of Sanctification was around eight o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't even eaten dinner, and now his stomach was a little hungry.

Unfortunately, in this world where the Romans are superior and all other races are inferior and lowly slaves, there is only blood and cruelty, and there is absolutely no mercy in sight.

"When the training time is up, the seven of you hurry to the training ground to train, there are still three months to go to the final trial, if you want to survive, give me a good try."

"Yes Coach"

When the seven men walked out of the narrow cage one after another, this mighty man, whom a slave called his coach, carefully observed everyone's physical fitness and situation with wolf-like eyes, and his eyes revealed almost all contempt and ridicule, as well as a considerable degree of dissatisfaction.

Especially when I saw Li Siwu who was only wearing a crotch cloth, the dissatisfaction instantly came to the extreme: "I really don't know what the master thinks, how can he even buy such a slave to be a gladiator?" With such an indescribable cowardice, you can't even complete the training normally, and you should be tortured to death in a few days, wasting money and food. ”

Hearing this, Li Siwu's body stiffened suddenly, and his body moving slowly forward was also nailed to the spot, turning his head and looking at the coach with scars on his face and extremely hideous, leaking disbelief and provocative eyes.

"Hehehe, is this not satisfied with my evaluation? The body is poor, but at least this look is a little interesting, but it's a pity that you are looking at the wrong place! ”

"Smack~~"

Li Siwu swore that he really didn't know how the bloody scar on his back, which was pulled out by the whip in the coach's hand, appeared, and he didn't even see when someone would do it.

This made the dissatisfaction and arrogance in his eyes not only not slowed down, but became more and more intense, because he could see from this whip that the strength of the gladiators in this world was really not ordinarily strong.

Although it can't be compared with those cultivators in his own world, but at least it is enough for him, if he can really become a strong man like the coach in front of him, I believe that his strength can at least improve a lot, once he successfully completes all the tasks, then with the blessing of the reward, he will definitely break the curse of not being able to cultivate.

In the words of the message - one day sanctified in the flesh!

"Hey, hey, I didn't expect that your weak chicken's ability to resist and endure is not bad, and I didn't even frown under my whip, I underestimated you a little, hurry up and roll me to the training ground."

Of course, the sharp pain from the wound on his back, which was already a little fleshy, could not be fake, for Li Siwu, such an injury and pain had never been felt in the past 17 years.

Even he didn't expect that he would be so hard in the face of such severe pain, maybe this may be the feeling he has been longing for, as long as he can become stronger, what is the pain?

When the group of seven arrived at the training ground, there were already more than two dozen gladiators, either fighting against each other or exercising with equipment on the side.

Seeing those tall and mighty, muscular, powerful, clean and agile movements, ruthless and tricky, holding wooden swords and wooden shields, slashing at each other, and stabbing each other, the cruelty and madness that leaked out without mercy Li Siwu's heart instantly fell to the extreme.

At this moment, he seemed to have come to the front line of the battle with the demons, and witnessed the bloodiness and excitement of the battlefield, the sound of being slapped on the body by the wooden sword and wooden shield, and the occasional picture of blood flying were all the iron-blooded life that he longed for a long time and did not want to experience all the time.

It's a pity that because of his family background and his inability to cultivate his physique, if he hadn't come to this mysterious space known as the Realm of Sanctification, then he would never have been able to witness such a bloody scene in his life, let alone become a part of it.

The satisfaction of finally being able to achieve the possibility of that wish made him not only not have the slightest fear of this cruel scene, but made the adrenaline secretion crazy, trembling all over, and walked to this legendary training ground with longing steps.

There were three others who were almost identical to him, and no doubt they were equally eager and excited about what they saw.

After all, all the humans who can come here are ordinary people who want to become stronger in the real world but never have the possibility of becoming stronger.

It has to be said that the so-called training subjects of the gladiators of ancient Rome are not at all the same as the training methods of 12,000 years later, but although it is simple and crude, it has no efficiency at all, but it is ruthless, cold, mechanical, and tyrannical.

Defeat in the arena with the theme of killing and the melody of death means eternal sleep, and under this premise, every gladiator must do his best to improve his physical fitness and strength on the training ground if he wants to survive.

Driven by this motivation, no one dares to be lazy, all of them are desperate and general exercises, even with a rectangular wood about two meters long, they can push themselves to the limit and conquer them again and again.

Even if all of them are slaves, the rank gap between the gladiators is quite obvious, when Li Siwu and these slaves first appeared on the training ground, those real gladiators who fought and exercised their bodies all stopped at the first time, and stopped to watch these "weak chickens" with contempt and sarcasm expressions.

In the eyes of these truly powerful gladiators who have been through a hundred battles and survived more than a dozen life and death battles, Li Siwu seems to be not human beings at all, but a group of outright garbage.

As long as they have not completed the final trial, they will never be proud and powerful gladiators, nor will they be one of these true gladiators, let alone their brothers and sisters.

At best, it's just a bunch of lowly slaves with no honor to speak of!

"Coach, why is the physical fitness of this group of slaves so poor? With them, they are simply not qualified to train on the same training ground as us, and this is an insult to us, an insult to the Batitas family! ”

The man who spoke was named Bakar, a powerful gladiator of the Batitas family, and when he said these words, his eyes were all on the weak Li Siwu, like all the other gladiators, full of dissatisfaction and disdain!

"Bakar, if you have any opinions, just go to the master and tell me, and now give me immediate cultivation."

"Hahaha... Of course, I don't dare to be dissatisfied with my master, but I'm just worried about that kid, it's absolutely impossible for him to complete the novice training with his cowardice, and maybe I'll be played to death before the final trial comes. ”

"That's my business, and it's none of your business."

"Good coach, your territory is your way!"

"Hey, that skinny monkey must hold on for a few more days, hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Bakar's teasing immediately caused a laugh of ridicule at the scene, once again letting Li Siwu and others know that only the truly strong will be respected here, and a weak person like himself is the lowest level of tragic existence.

Li Siwu, who has been ridiculed, insulted, and looked down upon by many people, wants to say that it is impossible not to care, such a situation has tasted too much in the real world for more than 10 years.

Even if no one dared to say anything in front of him because of his family background, the look and expression when he looked at him was enough to make him deeply tormented.

"You wait, I, Li Siwu, will never let the things of the real world continue to happen to me here, even if I am tired to death, I will become a strong man in this world!"

In Li Siwu's heart, he secretly made an oath, and at the same time, under the arrangement of the coach, a group of seven rookie slaves began the first gladiator training in their lives.