As punishment for the "raw material" to be killed, at noon, Batitas left all the contractors without food.

The contractors are actually stress-free, and although they don't eat or drink for a long time, they will fall into a state of [weakness], and their full state will drop by 10%, but they can't die. What's more, they all stored food and water in the spatial imprint.

Batitas' seemingly stern but conniving attitude actually kicked off the bloody slaughter between the contractors. His punishment will only work on mortals. As long as they don't kill each other in front of the guards, they won't be severely punished if they die without proof.

So, during the lunch break, Kirk saw a scene similar to the Warring States Struggle. Countless people are whispering, forming gangs, conspiring, and pointing fingers. Nearly 30 contractors have joined forces vertically and horizontally, which is even more complicated than the international situation in the 21st century.

Chubby was a little uneasy, and some people clearly pointed their fingers at themselves and their big brother.

"Big brother, why don't we also go and join a team? It seems like everyone is forming a gang and seeking protection now? ”

"No need." Kirk sighed: "We want to join, but people may not really accept it." If the other party has bad intentions, it is even more dangerous. The contractors are very wary of each other, and it is difficult for them to cooperate in killing people. "Kirk has always felt that a superficial alliance is more dangerous than superficial hostility. If you can't work together, it's better to go it alone. He will not absorb people easily, nor will he join others lightly.

The bearded Arab man who was beaten by Vero had the charm of bin Laden. He gathered six or seven Muslim contractors to form the "Muslim Brotherhood," which Chubby simply called bin Laden. Because of the same religion, Muslims salute each other as soon as they meet, and they do not see the differences between Sunnis and Shiites, and then pat and pat each other very affectionately. Kirk reckons that this is the most harmonious of all the teams.

The bearded man who was the opposite of Spartacus claimed that he was from the United States and that he was a cult leader, and that he would never mention the name of the sect. He united 5 contractors to form a loose alliance, with him at the head. This cult has a very high charm and extraordinary conversation, and it seems that it has been mixed in the space for a long time, and others are very convinced.

Coupled with the gang of the black one-eyed dragon who took the lead in killing people and grabbing treasures, the whole team presents a three-point world. However, there are not a few who choose to go it alone, and two people have caught Kirk's attention. One is MT holding a large round shield, and the other is a white-robed female magician. None of them joined any gang. It may be that they have a high level of self-sustaining strength and do not want to follow others, or they are still hesitant to join.

After the division of the scope of the force, several factions of contractors have invariably looked at Kirk and other "non-party personages" with ill-intentioned eyes, and it is obvious that they have the idea of picking up soft persimmons and pinching them first. It's just that there are many gangs at the moment. There were also disputes within the gang, and it finally lasted for noon, and there were no new bloodsheds.

The afternoon training continued as usual, Kirk and Chubby were still lazy, the gladiators were still beating the "raw materials", the contractors were still releasing water, and Docott was still scolding, until an accidental bloodshed occurred.

The young contractor who trained with Kress was slapped in the face by Kress in a row, and finally got anxious! The rabbit bites even when it is in a hurry, not to mention the contractor who crisscrosses the world of the plot!

Without saying a word, he pulled out a sharp German-style half-sword and a silver-shining half-body steel shield, quite Captain America's style. The contractor raised his right hand in the air, clenched his fist, his thumb outstretched, and then slowly turned to the bottom of the robe in a fiery provocative gesture of Roman times! It seems that this contractor is extremely confident in his own strength, and is determined to tear his face with Kress and do it completely!

Kress was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, and then stretched out his right hand, also thumbing it down.

The contractor roared, and suddenly slashed a powerful horizontal slash with a German-style half-sword! His strength should have exceeded 15 points, and the sharp and heavy hand half-sword actually made a thunderous sound in his hand, slashing through a burst of sword shadows, and slashing at Kress's left arm with a roar!

Kirk himself uses a long knife, and at a glance, he can see that this guy's [Basic Large Sword Mastery] must be more than level 5, which is only higher than himself!

Those who can advance to the ranks of contractors, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, no waste!

Chris sneered and nonchalantly parried with his wooden sword.

A training whiteboard wooden sword against the contractor's elite enchanted weapon!

Two swords of unequal rank collided together, making a sound of gold and stone!

As a result, the contractor was directly shaken back two or three steps. He had an incredible look on his face. All the contractors were taken aback.

Even the strongest contractor could not guarantee that he would be able to block the full force of the melee contractor with a wooden sword.

Kress smiled evilly: "Well, yes, yes, not all soft eggs, and those who dare to shout at me and swing their swords." But I'm upset about some things last night. I really want to kill people today, that's why I teased you. Die, fool! ”

Then he attacked violently.

A ferocious side slash, the contractor defended with a shield, Kress quickly retracted his knife, and another dexterous slash at the slash, the contractor quickly moved to dodge, and Kirk could see that his [basic footsteps] had also exceeded level 5.

Cress looked satisfied, and the contractor's face became more solemn. As a melee expert, he had already felt the "momentum" of the other party, the kind of tragic momentum that permeated the battlefield and killed countless people.

Kress slid and assaulted, the contractor sneered, just raised the shield and prepared to block, but saw from under the shield Kress's footsteps suddenly changed, the contractor shouted in his heart that it was not good, but it was too late!

Kress tricked the contractor's defense with a feint, but rolled over the contractor's back like a swallow piercing the clouds, and then stabbed the wooden sword deep into the contractor's ribs!

The contractor was not fatal, because Kress still wanted to play, but he stabbed him in the ribs, breaking two bones and partially stabbing into his internal organs, causing unbearable pain.

Anger flashed in the contractor's eyes, and suddenly, his momentum exploded violently!

Kirk had a hard time describing the momentum, but it was clear that the contractor was using some kind of special advanced ability or hidden talent.

In fact, the contractor's hidden talent is [Qi Burst], similar to KOF's popping beans: it explodes his full potential within 60 seconds, and all attributes are increased by 30%. After 60 seconds, directly enter the [Deep Weakness] state, and all attributes will be reduced by 30% for 300 seconds.

If you can't kill the enemy, you can only wait for death.

He was gone.

Kress laughed happily when he saw this, and then he took the wooden sword and killed it.

Just 34 seconds later, the 130% primary's melee master, who was in his prime, had both legs broken and fell to his knees. Kress raised his knife and fell, and a big and good man with angry eyes rose to the sky. The neck section is extremely smooth, the snow-white cervical nerves are still twitching, and the blood vessels are still gushing, but the head is gone. Life has left this body!

All the contractors shuddered, in terms of attributes, after the outbreak of this contractor, the attributes were not much worse than Cress, but they still ended up with a tragic end of falling to the ground.

"Combat consciousness and fighting instinct are too different!" The one-eyed dragon snorted.

Chubby didn't understand. Kirk explained: "Wild Siberian tigers are about the same size as captive-bred Siberian tigers, so who can win if they fight? ”

"Of course the wild tiger wins, because it's always hunting, and if it doesn't, it starves to death. Although the artificially bred tiger is not small in size and strength, it is a flower that grows in a greenhouse, and hunting is just interest and instinct. There is a world of difference between the two sides in the use of strength, skill mastery, and killing instinct. Kirk sighed: "The strength of our contractor comes from space, and it is not improved by training, so it will definitely not reach the realm of natural and free retraction as gladiators. ”

Seeing this, all the contractors also understood. In fact, many contractors don't think so, and they always feel that the reason why they can't beat the gladiators is because they have been releasing water. In fact, what they have not known all this time is that the gladiators are also releasing water!

If the two sides are really killed, most of the people who will fall to the ground will be themselves.

Many people enter the cattle pen with the detached mentality of "being a master outside the world and hiding in the city", but now looking at the simple cattle pen, it has really become a prison. Because of this training camp, there are more than 30 gladiators with superb skills. Even if the contractors made a concerted effort to rebel, they would not escape the fate of being killed one by one.

After killing the melee master, Kress hummed a Roman minor with the bloody human head in his hand, and walked with ease. Despite the instructor Docott's loud shouting for him to come back. But how could this champion gladiator, as a gold-sucking celebrity, not even pay attention to his master Batitas, to his master? Docott gritted his teeth in hatred and roared at the rest of the gladiators to step up their training.

The contractor had not yet recovered from this shock, and another shock came. A contractor of the "Muslim Brotherhood" was stabbed in the thigh with a sword by a gladiator, bleeding all over his leg and unable to train anymore. Dorcott informed Batitas. Batitas scolded the gladiator who was too heavy, but he directly asked the contractor to take him away. The gladiator followed, and in a moment he returned, his sword stained with blood, and the contractor never returned.

When he returned at dusk, the contractor had stopped, and there was no longer the tension of the noon tense and hair-bearing atmosphere. Even if you can reap the great benefits, if you don't have a life to get out alive, then you can't squander the amount of bloody keys you collect.

In the afternoon, Kress's combat skills and Batitas's cruelty teach the self-feeling contractor a lesson, and the main conflict shifts from the brutal hunt between the contractors to the double contradiction between the contractors and the gladiators and the contractors.

The bearded man stood up and said in a loud voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I've inquired. Batista's plan was to beat his rival Andinus, the big fat man, in a gladiator show at the "Dionysian Festival" to be held seven days later in Marseille, and gain fame and fortune. For this purpose, I heard him instruct Dorcott that it doesn't matter if the raw materials, that is, us, consume more. The key is to nurture these gladiators as soon as possible. Tonight, he's going to leave for Gaul and buy another batch of raw materials! ”

The contractor was in a daze and began to whisper.

I said, if that's the case, you can think about how many of us will survive these seven days! The camp had a rule that the raw materials were crippled, and that the gladiators who were not qualified enough to be killed on the same day so as not to waste food. Anyway, I've almost been crippled by that son of a bitch, at least three times. In space, disability is only a small problem, but now it is a big matter of life and death! Who among you can guarantee that a gladiator like a mad dog won't get hurt in a fight, you? You? Or are you? The bearded man roared loudly.