Watching Kirk and Spartacus perform in the gladiatorial arena, the sneer on the corner of Crassus' mouth continued.

You can fight, right? That's great.

The Roman gladiatorial arena was full of enemies, all kinds of enemies. All I have to do is wave my hand, and there will be a lot of battles for you to fight.

Even if it is an iron man, he has to be tired into dough. When the time comes, hum.

Thinking about the various monthly passes, no, thinking about the beauty of the mother and daughter, Crassus only felt a nameless fire rising from his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but smile. His eyes drifted to Grebe in the grandstand box on the lower floor.

Grebo looked at Spartacus, and remorse grew in his heart.

He should have killed this lowly Thracian at that time, instead of letting him stand in the colosseum of Rome as he is now.

However, it was not too late, and Crassus wanted to get rid of the black-haired gladiator. This is consistent with his own interests, and he must do it beautifully. The position of the consul of the province is settled.

He saw Crassus's eyes and understood. Pouting his lips to the lower part of the bow, a slave quickly stepped out and delivered the next command. Grabble retracted his gaze and turned to the Kappuz lineup, the stocky black one-eyed dragon had a great idea.

The one-eyed dragon also saw Grebe's eyes, and he sneered slightly. This rookie actually offended Crassus and Grebo, and he really didn't know how thick the sky was. But that's fine, I'll get rid of him later. Even if Spartacus is a hero, he will not escape death. His eyes drifted to the other side again. The eyes over there looked at Spartacus and Kirk, and they were also full of resentment.

This is a net, a hunting net composed of eyes, conspiracy, power, and hole cards, and in the center of the hunting net are the two gladiators who are still receiving cheers on the field. Kirk and Spartacus!

Since Kirk has decided to make soy sauce, he will naturally fight to the end. Spartacus was determined to make a name for himself in the Colosseum, and naturally he was happy to take all the credit, and his body was now full of explosive power. Sulla was the love of his life. As long as you can become the [God of War], have glory, have money, and have strength, you can break free from the shackles, find Sula, and be with her for the rest of your life again. A beautiful life beckons to him, he is like a lion, majestic and in full condition!

The host appeared again: "Our warriors are so mighty! The two Carthaginian war elephants also fell at the feet of the Romans again, as if on the battlefield! Cheer! ”

The audience gave the two gladiators a roaring cheer.

"Next, it's the Numidians who are going to play. We know of this barbarian people, who are so savage that a qualified warrior would take the life of a baby from its mother! However, their combat effectiveness is also beyond doubt. Now, let's ask our two gladiators to kill 4 Numidian cavalry again! Come on! Jupiter longs for battle and the death of his enemies! Let's please him! ”

The hoarse shouts once again plunged the audience into a frenzy.

The iron gates on both sides slowly opened again. Four Numidian mercenaries rode war horses and slowly walked out of the iron gate hole, followed by 6 war horses.

They were dressed in black robes, hooded heads, and long beards, making it difficult to see their facial expressions. However, their hands and saddlebags were filled with sharp, sharp spears!

The Numidian light cavalry excelled at reconnaissance, pursuit, ambush, and quick attack, and their armament consisted of: dozens of javelins, a light spear, and a leather shield. But each person had two or three interchange mounts, and according to the Roman historian Livius (the Roman historian Livius), the Numidians could jump from one horse to another at high speeds. Lets out a wild roar and can charge several times in a row. Of course, if it is a formal battle, they should have infantry support behind them to provide cover in the event of a retreat.

Obviously, Crassus chose the Numidian cavalry this time, and nine times out of ten, he took a fancy to their strong offensive ability. Even if you can't kill Kirk and Spartacus, hit them hard with a throwing spear!

As he spoke, the four sharp spears flew towards Kirk and Spartacus like thunder and lightning in Jupiter's hand.

Kirk's eyes flashed, he rolled over, dodged 2 spears, but was helpless in front of the 3rd spear that flew at high speed, and was shot in the chest by the spear!

Sharp spears pierced Kirk's armor and chest, peeking out from behind.

Kirk struggled feebly for a while, then collapsed. For a moment, blood gushed out of his back, wetting a large area of sand.

This situation was obviously unexpected by everyone. But the injuries and the large pool of blood could not be faked. Although the one-eyed dragon didn't believe that Kirk was dead, he believed that the rookie must have been badly damaged!

The Numidians rejoiced, and now that they had a strong enemy, they were all aiming their spears at the rest of the greeting!

It's a pity that Spartacus's eyes were cold, and he jumped, jumped high, and as soon as he turned over, he reached the side of the Numidian horse.

Spartacus slashes hard!

The Numidian war horse neighed miserably, and was directly cut in half by Spartacus's fatal slash! Blood was flying in the sky.

So violent!

The Numidians, however, pounced and jumped directly onto the other. He immediately drew the spear he had prepared in the saddle and threw it with all his might!

These Numidians, in fact, can only be regarded as elite warriors, both in strength and agility, there is a big gap between them and non-human demigods like Spartacus. However, they have their own advantages, and that is...

They are born warriors! A warrior who has been trained in the desert under the scorching sun since childhood!

If you count the combat instinct alone, they are definitely top-notch!

Otherwise, how could Carthaginian Hannibal defeat the well-disciplined and well-equipped cavalry legions of the Roman army?

Just as Spartacus pounced on the escaped Numidians, two other spears and a poison dart were fired at him, and even the one who escaped threw the spear in his own hand!

Spartacus was a great fighter, but not a god! He can get hurt and he can make mistakes! Otherwise, how could Kirk defeat him at the mortal level?

He flicked two spears with his broadsword, but he couldn't dodge the vicious dart, which was deeply embedded in Spartacus's right leg, and the spear stabbed him in the waist, and although Spartacus roared, it shook it loose and shook it off, but the blood gushed out of his back stained his back red.

These Numidians may not be good at attacking cities, but they must be invincible kings in the desert! Their spear throwing is deadly and dangerous, and the trajectory of their throwing is the optimal arc after careful calculation! When a few people are combined, they can weave an impenetrable poisonous net!

Spartacus was already really angry, and he roared, and a visible ripple of sound waves almost instantly enveloped the surrounding Numidians! They are quickly in a state of [Shock] and [Vertigo]!

Spartacus, born god of war!

He jumped up from his horse, and the horse screamed and fell to the ground. However, Spartacus also jumped on the back of the Numidian horse.

The Numidians were also unusually brave, and still roared behind them and stabbed their short spears at close range. Spartacus smiled contemptuously, pulled away the opponent's weapon, and choked his throat, with a crisp "click", directly crushing the Adam's apple of the Numidians!

The Numidian's eyes quickly dimmed, but he firmly grasped Spartacus's hand and held on to it!

Immediately, he was impaled by a spear thrown by his companion, but Spartacus was inevitably wounded again, and a short spear hit him in the right leg, bleeding profusely.

Even if it is death, I will pull you on my back!

The courage of the nomads is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Spartacus was so angry that he pulled out the short spear in his right leg, shouted angrily, and threw the spear at a gallop!

For a moment, the audience seemed to see Jupiter (Zeus) with fluttering hair, holding lightning and throwing it at the enemy!

Before the Numidians could react, the spear spikes flew out of the air, screaming in the air until he crashed into the stone wall, was pierced by the short hairs, and was nailed to the stone wall!

Flew 30 meters and nailed a strong man to a 5-meter-high stone wall.

Spartacus was still angry, one rolled, dodged 2 throwing spears, and then another powerful sword swept away!

A Numidian knight neighed at the crotch of his horse, and its leg was cut off by Spartacus Zigan!

The Numidians fell down and were struck by Spartacus's sword!

Then Spartacus made a stone out of his dead head and threw it at the last Numidian!

This time the force was greater, the heads of the two men collided together, making two "pop" sounds, and they could no longer maintain the shape of the skull, and the thrown human head was deeply embedded in the victim's skull, and the two people almost fused together, indistinguishable from each other.

Five seconds later, under the bated gaze of the audience, the last Numidian cavalryman, who had died completely, slowly fell from his horse and fell into the yellow sand.

One Kill Four! The audience once again recalled the feat of the Roman cavalry at the Battle of Samar in 202 BC, where they killed the Numidian cavalry. The audience cheered thunderously, and Spartacus became their new favorite!

At this time, the soy sauce party Kirk staggered to his feet, and although he was not dead, his face was as pale as a man who had been dead for three days, and he had obviously lost too much blood.

Capuz then presented a request to the jury to replace the gladiators, which was directly rejected by the guests in the highest box.

"Keep fighting!" That's the only command.

Spartacus was still mighty, but the three wounds he received did not have time to be bandaged, and he was bleeding profusely.

In the dark corner of the gladiatorial arena, a fly is struggling in the spider's web as its prey, and the more it struggles, the tighter the web, and the spider peeps in a safe corner, ready for the fatal blow when the prey is tired.