A foul smell came from the underground passages, it was the smell of zombies, their strong corrosive blood caused the muscles on their bodies to gradually shrink, but the fat quickly festered to form a whirlwind of foul odors.

The seven gladiators in the arena are obviously veterans, each opponent is ten zombies, and as long as they are solved, they can have a leisurely life for another week, with expensive food and specially arranged women.

In addition to freedom, they can enjoy a qiē until the day of death.

"Drink!" Spear thrust, the seven gladiators chose to be spears, this kind of spear is too different from what Zheng Yifan prepared, they are all ordinary hardwood pole spears, and the head of the spear is just a simply cut metal spike.

It's such a shabby weapon, but in their hands it has become a soul banner for zombies.

Each shot of these gladiators was aimed at the target's head, and more often at the position of the eye socket and the bridge of the nose. This is the most vulnerable part of the skull, and if you poke it, it will damage the zombie's brain tissue and rob the zombie of its ability to continue moving.

As for completely destroying them, it can only be solved by completely crushing them into meat sauce or detaining their mourning crystals.

Seven people formed a small phalanx, fighting and retreating, and their opponent was seventy-two zombies. The extra two ends were mixed in when the passage was opened. After all, the organizers can't make the zombies obedient, and the organized and disciplined ones come up to become the props for the gladiators to show their heroism.

"Drink! See, the bone crusher's marksmanship is still so sharp, and if you grab a gun, you will hit the eye, I seem to have won this time. The big man in front of him howled hysterically with excitement.

It seems that the bet he bought was life and death, and as long as the gladiator was able to survive the fight, the bettor would be decided.

Of course, the odds are only doubled, and 20% of the tax is paid to the Whistling Wind Chief.

Although it is like an unequal treaty of exploitation, harshly blaming these people who fight with their lives, it still makes those bitter people happy.

The gladiators in the gladiatorial arena are slowly reducing the number of zombies, but their faces and bodies have begun to sweat, and their arms are even more sore.

After all, you have to pay great attention to yourself when dealing with zombies, and you must not be injured, even a simple scratch can kill you.

Fighting zombies face-to-face is definitely not as simple as the audience in the stands thinks.

Although many of those viewers are doing the thing of slaughtering zombies all day long, snatching food and supplies from the mouths of zombies.

"Ahh Not surprisingly, when more than half of the zombies in the venue were cleared, casualties appeared.

The gladiatorial arena is not infinite, it is only a hundred meters away, and the zombies have nowhere to hide.

Seven people facing seventy zombies is definitely much more difficult than one person dealing with seven zombies. When all the zombies come around.

Casualties appeared.

The first to be injured was a man who was nearly two meters tall, nicknamed "The Whale", and it was a man with great strength, and a spear would always explode the whole head when poked in the head of a zombie.

It was such a fierce man, the first to be injured. It was a crazy zombie, and when the other zombies surrounded it, the zombie pounced frantically, almost stepping on the body and shoulders of its companions and flying into the sky, and then ......

The "whale" was thrown to the ground by the zombies. Blood splattered, accompanied by a whispered roar, they had no pain, no sorrow, only the courage to die with the zombies. He never had a chance to get up again, and the zombies who were hungry for flesh and blood went crazy and tore the "whale" to pieces in ten seconds, and finally there was not even a whole corpse.

Zheng Yifan's stomach was full of pantothenic acid, and Han Rui beside him seemed to be accustomed to it, and even slowly chewed the Xuanmai chewing gum brought by Zheng Yifan from reality, and the taste of jasmine honey tea in his mouth could be smelled from afar.

Of course, it was mixed with other inexplicable flavors, so that this aroma kept lingering on the tip of Zheng Yifan's nose.

The rout was swift, and by the time they were cornered, defeat was already doomed.

They were just a show arranged by the managers of the Bloody Storm Gladiatorial Arena. Today's highlight is not these people. Their role is simply to boil the whole venue with flesh and blood.

"! Bone Crusher, you're a piece of shit, do you see your ass? I was bitten to pieces by a dozen female zombies, and all my harvest, the entire twelve mourning spirits, were gone. You idiot, you deserve to die. The strong man in front obviously lost the game, lost all his net worth, and left dejectedly.

But more people are more excited. Those guys are all veteran players in the gladiatorial arena, and this kind of atmospheric battle is only one to two lost crystals per person.

Only the newcomers will lose all their chips before the main course is served.

"See, the Slayers are coming out." There are no loudspeakers, and everyone knows what the schedule is going on. The only one who reported the curtain was a woman with no inch on her body, holding a sign and running a sling across the arena from a distance where she could see even any corner of her body.

The only thing written on the sign is Saimu.

"Look! is the hallmark of the Slayer Contest. Looks like the first guys to compete in the Slayer Contest are going to put on a show. Han Rui smiled, looking forward to seeing Zuo Weiguo's loyal guy.

"Invincible! Butcher of the Night! ”

"Devil's Advocate! The King of Slaughter! ”

"Zombie Terminator! Blue Lightning! ”

"Crazy, brute!"

……

One by one, the nicknames were shouted by the crowd around the arena, and the sound became more and more compact and clear, and the sound was even more powerful than that of a tweeter.

"Look! That madman, that's Zuo Weiguo. See? A guy with a thick bandage and a one-handed shield and a long sword. Han Rui suddenly pointed to the person at the back of the gladiatorial arena who had almost hidden his body behind the devil's spokesman.

The devil's spokesman is a big man who is more than 1.9 meters tall, carrying a mace in his hand, and the hammer head is stained with purple-black dried blood.

That's what the zombies left behind. And Zuo Weiguo's body behind him can almost shrink into the shadow of the devil's spokesman. He was never noticed too much.

That's the way it is, except for those who bet on him, everyone else has long since shifted their targets and shouted loudly about the title of gladiator they support.

There were ten people in total, and there were not many of them, but they fought on their own. They did not form a battle formation like the gladiators before them, and fought and retreated.

At the forefront is the devil's spokesman, who wields a mace, and as long as he sticks to the zombies, he will easily take the lives of those zombies.

The Butcher of the Night was even more exaggerated, and the two long knives covered with barbs in his hands accurately slashed through the zombies in front of him, cutting off their heads lightly.

Among them, the most dazzling ones are not them, but Blue Lightning and Zuo Weiguo.

Blue Lightning uses a stabbing sword with a blue livery that is delicately painted except for the tip of the sword.

This bayonet sword became in his hand, and the blue light was like a galactic waterfall, and a meteor fell. There seemed to be only blue light left in front of him, which seemed to transcend reality, but also beyond time and space, and the stabbing sword accurately stabbed at the vital point of the zombie in front of him, each stab took the life of a zombie, even if they couldn't die for the time being, but their heads were still stirred up.

It was as if a blue shockwave quickly cut into the zombie crowd with his steps.

But compared with Zuo Weiguo, he is still a step behind.

Zuo Weiguo's fighting style fully let Zheng Yifan understand the origin of the madman's nickname.