Okay, let's pick up the popcorn and fat house happy water in our hands, hit the play button with our spare little fingers, and continue to watch this life-and-death struggle on the yellow sand.

As a voice in the sky announced the start of the gladiatorial fight, Barrett's face showed a cruel and angry expression. He roared like a beast, as if he was going to devour the vampire named Lambert alive.

But the barbarian didn't actually feel the slightest anger in his heart because of the previous ridicule of his opponent, he was already accustomed to this level of sarcasm and sarcasm as an adventurer, and the adventurer's insults to each other were much more serious than this. His expression at this time was only pretended, in order to make the opponent relax because of the success of the plan.

Although the vampire in the dress was full of confidence in his previous big words, he did not rush to attack after the battle began. This guy just relied on his advantage in movement, constantly circling around Barriet, looking for holes in the brute's defense.

After about half a minute of stalemate, Barrett seemed to be a little slack. The moment the other party turned behind him again, he turned around quite untimely, and was directly behind him by this vampire.

The three-edged thin sword in the other party's hand, like a poisonous snake suddenly bursting out of the grass, bit straight into the heart of Barret's back. At the last moment, Barrett stabbed the twin swords diagonally from under his ribs, and the latter struck the serpent's fangs first.

With a crisp clink, the rapier and broad-bladed longsword slammed into a tiny spark in the air. Barrett then turned around and slashed, but was dodged by the other party.

The brute who grasped the initiative of the attack did not give the vampire a chance to adjust, he bent his knees slightly, jumped up and rushed towards the opponent, the weapon in his hand opened and closed, and launched several deadly attacks in an instant.

Vampire Lambert, on the other hand, is constantly moving backwards. The rapier in his hand would be directly swung away by the twin swords that were much heavier than it every time he parried, so his body could only be forced to dodge left and right with the barbarian's continuous attack, and he could not close the distance in time.

Barrett followed his opponent closely, attacking several times with each step forward. Vertical slashes, straight stabs, upward strokes, and overhead blows, he continued to press, trying to crush the opponent with a stormy attack in one go.

The vampire's face did not have the elegant and contemptuous expression it had before, but dealt with it one by one with a solemn face. The guy was forced to hold the staff-like scabbard of the rapier in his hand, and the rapier in one hand and the scabbard in the other repeatedly blocked.

Such an airtight attack and defense not only made the two gladiators on the field have no time to care, but even the devilish spectators in the stands and the annoying voices above were much quieter at this time, and they seemed to be watching the game with full attention.

How many rounds? Barrett can't remember. He felt that his two arms, wielding the weapons, were already quite sore, and the twin swords moved from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left, interspersed with several vicious two-handed blows.

But Barrett didn't dare to use this kind of slow attack too much, he was afraid that the agile vampire in front of him would take the opportunity to adjust.

After nearly another cup of tea, our barbarian adventurers gradually felt physically exhausted. His breathing began to become messy, his steps were no longer as agile as before, and the twin swords in his hands became heavier and heavier.

The martial arts of this vampire in front of him were far beyond the imagination of the barbarian. The opposition showed considerable composure in his continuous attacks and pressing, and there was hardly a single serious error. Although the vampire's ornate dress had long since been cut, and even the long white-blond hair had been cut off several times, the guy didn't suffer any serious injuries, only two shallow scars that didn't affect him.

No, if I continue like this, I won't be able to hold on for the first time! Barrett had to admit that he actually lost to his opponent in terms of physical strength. But there is no way to do it, after all, vampires are also undead creatures, they don't need to breathe, they don't have a heartbeat, and their muscles don't get tired and sore from long-term exercise.

Now that this round of attack is no longer able to win the opponent, Barrett has to find another way.

After forcing the opponent back with a heavy blow, the brute did not follow forward as before, but quickly retreated and pulled away from the battle. After pulling enough distance, he stood still, gasping for breath as he wielded the twin swords.

And the vampire Lambert did not take this opportunity to counterattack, but turned into a pitch-black and ugly pig-faced bat, flapping its wings and flying directly into the distance.

As he approached the tall walls of the arena, he descended in human form and stared at Barrett with a wary look on his face. "To be honest, you're pretty good, it's more than I expected!" the vampire said in a sympathetic voice.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say!" Barrett shouted, seeing that the distance between the two sides was so far away, he simply sat down on the sand. The hot sand scorched his ass through the armor, but the brute didn't care about that much at this point.

"But there's no way you're going to win me, Barrett the Butcher. The vampire said, "Do you know why?"

"Tell me about it!" the brute was not annoyed, but very cooperative. He wished that the more he could talk, so that he would have enough time to regain his strength.

"Because vampires are higher creatures than humans. "Unlike your slow recovery, I can easily and quickly replenish the energy I lost." ”

After he finished speaking, a sheepskin water bag suddenly appeared in his hand. The vampire unscrewed the water bag and poured it up, a little scarlet liquid running down the corners of his mouth, staining his pale cheeks and neck.

"Hey, hey, you can't do that!" Barrett stood up in surprise. After realizing that there was no way to stop the other party from drinking blood, the barbarian asked in a loud voice to the sky, "Hey, that, what's your name, Ibu......"

"It's Idhu!" corrected the voice above.

"Don't worry about names!" Barrett tried to make trouble with the rules, "how can that vampire drink blood in a gladiatorial fight?what about the rules?

"Fair, hehe, this magical thing itself doesn't exist in the multiverse, let alone the Arena of Dis. The voice chuckled, "If you're upset, you can also eat something to recover like your opponent." ”

"But there's nothing but sand here, and I don't have anything with me!" "Do you want me to have a few pieces of barbecue meat hidden in my waist to fight?

"It's a shame that it's like a weapon. Whether you have a weapon or not, whether you have a weapon or not, whether the quality is as good as that of your opponent, you need to fight to the death in the arena. ”

As soon as the voice above finished speaking, a tall devil sitting in the first row of the stands suddenly got up and shouted, "Here's this, butcher Barrett!" After it finished shouting, it directly threw the bloody thigh of an unknown creature towards the brute, "After eating, kill the idiot on the other side for me, I have crushed a hundred souls on you, a hundred!!If you lose, I will buy your soul and torture it day and night!!" It also spread the black and gray wings behind it to increase the momentum of the threat.

The devil was strong, with wings as wide as a dragon, and its huge body seemed to be buried in the ashes, faintly smoldering.

It was a powerful Burnt Sacrifice Demon, but Barrett didn't know it, and it was the first time he had seen such a demon.

Just as the barbarian was about to respond loudly, the voice in the air took the lead in saying, "Captain Aknubo Guard, don't affect the gladiators in the arena. It's not allowed by the rules!"

However, these words did not frighten the Burnt Sacrifice Demon, and it threw a fresh, scaly arm into the arena before sitting down. And its actions also inspired other spectators, and several devils nearby who seemed to have some status also began to "eat" Barrit.

The chaotic flesh and blood kept flying towards the barbarian, and after the voice in the air failed to stop it several times, it could only shroud the dark red barrier again.

The moment the barrier closed, all the cacophony disappeared...... Oh no, that nasty voice is still there.

"After a short hiccup, let's get our gladiators back to fighting. The voice said, "If you don't do it for a long time, I'll change the arena environment!"

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