Inside the steel fence gate, Barrett held a weapon and regulated his breathing.

Looking out through the gap in the fence, there was a gladiatorial arena covered with yellow sand. The surrounding stands seem to be mostly full, and most of the spectators on them are purgatory creatures of various shapes.

"Do you remember the rules? The needle demon behind him asked softly.

Barry nodded, "Such a simple rule, even goblins can understand it." ”

It's a fight for the life of about thirty people, and as long as there are only three creatures left alive on the field, then the fight can be declared over. The surviving guy gets a certain amount of rest before starting the next brawl.

Only those who survive the three brawls can be regarded as real gladiators in this devil's arena. After all, the 'Arena of Dis' can now be regarded as one of the three largest arenas in the entire multiverse, and many forces will focus on it, and even directly send their own samurai to the field, so there is no shortage of gladiators here.

"That's good, Mitanu and I both hope you survive, human. "As long as you win ten matches, he and I will get a rare chance to be promoted." ”

"It just so happens that I have the same wishes as you, and I hope I can survive. Barrett smiled. Then he looked sideways at his right arm, which was marked with several strange purgatory scripts.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a number, how many is it?" he asked.

"In your human numbers, it should be '9527'. The Needleprick replied.

After hearing this, Barrett was a little disappointed, he hoped that the number was 'seven', because he had heard the little mage Kreese say that 'seven' was the lucky number of the entire human race, and he hoped that he could have this luck too. But the barbarian didn't expect that although the number printed on his arm had 'seven', it was a long string of nearly 10,000 numbers.

Forget it, no matter what, in the end, you still have to speak with strength.

Outside the fence gate, a loud voice recounted something in purgatory. The guy's voice was subdued and impassioned, and although Barrett didn't understand the meaning of his words at all, he was also stimulated by the special tone, and began to pant slightly, eager to fight immediately.

"Calm down, human. The Acupuncture Demon suddenly spoke, "Don't let this 'inducement' confuse your mind. For a moment you should try to run to a less crowded place, and the battle will end sooner than you think. Maybe you only need to take out one or two opponents and you might be able to win outright. ”

"Thank you. Barrett whispered, "After that battle in the interrogation room, I thought you'd have confidence in my skills." ”

"I just don't want to let this rare promotion run away. The Needleprick replied. Then it said in a somewhat hurried tone, "Ready, human, one, two, three, begin!" With the words of the Needle Piercing Demon, the steel gate in front of it suddenly opened.

Barrett took a deep breath and strode towards the arena.

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One by one, the gates around the amphitheater opened, and the gladiators stepped out of the gates one after another, and came into the arena. And the only human in this is our barbarian adventurer.

He looked up at the sky, the bloody sky was covered in smoke, far less intoxicating than the blue sky of the main material world, but this apocalyptic sight still made Barrett feel a little relieved—he had forgotten how long he had been in prison, how long he had not seen the sun.

A scorching breeze blew, rolling up a little yellow sand beside the gladiators. The pungent smell of blood came to my face, mixed with the smell of sulfur and iron filings. The yellow sand under his feet was hotter than the air, making the barbarians who stepped on it feel as if they were stepping on flames.

The gladiators stared at each other, and after a brief silence, a fierce fight ensued.

Barriet's opponent at this time was a dwarf with a pair of crooked horns tattooed on his forehead. The other man held a square hammer about the height of himself in both hands, and rushed towards Barrett with a roar.

As the two sides approached, the dwarf rolled and reached Barrett's feet. He slammed the hammer into Barrit's knee, and if the blow could hit, Barritt's legs would undoubtedly break off.

But before the dwarf's hammer could hit the target, he himself was kicked by the brute on the front door. The nameless dwarf fell to the ground on his back, and Barrett seized the opportunity to pounce on him, piercing the heart with a sword.

"I'm sorry. The barbarian looked at the dwarf's wide eyes and whispered.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed that something was rapidly approaching him. Barrett turned his head to look at the other party, only to see a scarlet shadow of steel, mixed with a terrible sound of breaking the sky, slashing at him like lightning.

The barbarian raised the round shield in his right hand in time to block, and with a muffled sound of 'dong', he felt that his right hand raising the shield instantly lost consciousness, followed by bursts of irrepressible numbness.

The metal round shield was directly split into a crack by this heavy blow, but the opponent's weapon also happened to be stuck in the crack. This is an orc warrior armed with a double-edged battle axe, and the muscular body and bulging muscles of the opponent are not inferior to Barritt at all.

After the orc warrior's weapon was stuck, he didn't choose to pull it back, so he was likely to be deflected by Barrett and lose his center of gravity. The orc directly let go of the battle axe and bent down to pick up the hammer that originally belonged to the dwarf on the ground.

Barrett unloaded the shield with the axe in his hand and slashed at the orc with his sword in both hands.

The orc's martial arts were impressive, he raised his hammer to block, blocking Barrett's first blow to the head, his second blow to the right ribs, and a third blow to the abdomen, but he was fooled by the brute's fourth blow.

When he tried to retract his weapon and block again, he lost the chance. Barrett cut off the other party's head with a horizontal slash, and his huge body fell to his knees, the gurgling blood staining the yellow sand.

The third opponent is an ant-man with a spear, Barrett has seen this creature in the dark region, and when he helped Dong Xueren, he has really killed a lot, and the number of ant-men killed has increased by one now.

The fourth opponent was a handsome half-elf, at least in terms of appearance, not at all like an evil cultist. Barrett didn't know how the other party got here, or if there was some unspeakable distress.

The half-elf had only briefly exchanged hands with him, and then leaped backwards out of the battle to find his next target. That was even better, and Barrett didn't want to fight the half-elf to the death.

There were four survivors left in the final moments of this brawl, including the brute. They stopped fighting, looking at each other in fear, hoping that the others would fight desperately to end the battle.

The arena was clearly quite adept at dealing with the situation, and after a brief assessment of the situation, the subdued voice announced in lingua franca, "Those who kill less than four people will lose the qualification to advance to the next one." ”

This forced our barbarian adventurer to choose to raise his sword again, and after looking around for a while, he silently walked towards a warlizard that didn't look very pleasing to the eye.

When the lizard man fell, Barrett looked at the corpses everywhere and sighed helplessly. He threw away the sword in his hand and turned back to walk towards the gate.

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