Chapter 8: The Colosseum

The next morning, Ron arrived early in the gladiatorial arena, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on Ron, he slowly opened his eyes.

Although he has been in this world for more than ten days, he still has not adapted to the reddish sunlight of this world, reflecting on the ground, as red as blood.

Rwande's eyes were full of data.

"Strength: 4.8 (+0.1)

Speed: 1.9

Constitution: 3.5 (+0.1)

Mental Power: 2.0

Soul Points: 0

Demonic energy: 32

Innate Abilities: Soul Absorption, True Self Consciousness, Body Imprint"

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Last night, Ron used up the last magic crystal, and the reserve of magic qi reached an unprecedented 32 points, but this was not his limit.

"Yo heh... How dare you come? Isa's voice rang out beside Ron, and next to Isa, the dark-skinned dwarf.

Ron glanced around, but didn't notice Kerry. Was this for fear that he would find out that the two of them were in a league and then regret it?

"Let's get started. Ron said lightly.

"Don't worry, let's play bigger, don't die, dare?" Issa licked her lips, a hint of greed in her eyes.

The corners of Ron's mouth drew a slight arc: "Of course!"

There are two forms of gladiatorial arena, one is the ordinary form, as long as you leave the gladiatorial arena, the gladiatorial fight will be over, and the other is that it will not die, and if you sign this gladiatorial fighting method, one party must die before the gladiatorial fight is over, and no matter what kind of gladiatorial fighting method, it needs to be carried out under the supervision of the dwarf devil. This is to avoid situations of a compulsive nature.

The dwarf took out two agreements, and after signing them, Ron and Isa stepped into the gladiatorial ring together.

At this time, on the edge of the gladiatorial platform, there were already a few scattered demons standing on the side ready to watch the excitement.

"Go!" The dwarf in the audience signaled, and Esa's figure flashed, charging directly towards Ron.

"Bang!" Ron raised his arm horizontally, directly blocking Issa's kick.

Ron was about to grab Issa's leg with his backhand, but Issa was very cautious, and after a tentative blow, he quickly retreated, and Ron grabbed it in the air.

Issa watched Ron from five or six meters away, Ron frowned and flicked his arm. Issa's strength is on the low side, so he will choose to attack his opponent with the strongest leg strike.

In an instant, Isa's body moved, and his figure flashed, appearing at Ron's side, and kicking out, hitting Ron's neck.

"Bang!!" Ron's arm muscles bulged, blocking the leg that kicked to the neck, and the moment it touched the opponent's leg, Ron's arm was actually pressed to the neck by the opponent.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ron's eyes, and in his eyes, data flashed from time to time, and the power of Aisa's leg attack had exceeded '3'.

In his previous life, Ron was not a technical or gifted warrior, and when he fought, he was more inclined to calculate rather than rely on his own fighting talent, just like the ancient Yi swordsmanship.

"Bang Bang !!" followed by a series of leg shadows, Issa's body was in the air, his legs constantly interlaced, and he kicked Ron one blow after another, without exception, each blow was more powerful than '3'.

Because of his lack of speed, Ron could only selectively block important parts.

"This outbreak shouldn't be long. Ron thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking, Isa's strength had already dropped, and Ron noticed the change in Isa's attack for the first time.

Ron's brain quickly calculated, looking for loopholes to exploit. In fact, Issa is now full of loopholes, but because of the speed gap between the two sides, Ron can't take advantage of any of these loopholes.

This is the advantage of a computational combatant, distracted and multi-purpose, and its disadvantages are also very obvious, and the on-the-spot outbreak or something, for this kind of combatant basically does not exist.

Suddenly, Aisa's body was actually slightly stunned, and the next wave of attack slowed down, Ron's pupils flashed, and his right hand blocking in front of him instantly appeared, grabbing this flaw at once.

"Poof!" Ron grabbed Issa's left calf, his arm muscles bulging high.

At the same time, Issa happened to look at Ron, with a hint of horror and fear in his eyes, Ron's hand was like a giant pincer, and no matter how much he struggled, the 'pliers' still didn't move.

A cruel smile appeared on Ron's lips, and his body arched slightly, making a horse stride.

"Bang!!" Ron flicked his right hand and smashed Issa directly to the ground.

"Bang bang bang bang!!" Ron didn't stop, frantically smashing Isa to the ground, and after a while, the pitch-black gladiatorial arena was also stained with a layer of black-red blood.

After many !!clicks, Ron could feel the struggle on his legs be very weak, and then, he dragged Isa to his feet.

Hissβ€”

"Spare your life... Spare your life.." From Issa's mouth, a faint cry for mercy came from her mouth.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Ron's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slashed, revealing a few cold white teeth.

"Poof!!" stepped on it, and Isa's head exploded directly.

The red-white brain is radial, as bright as a blooming flower.

"Bang. Ron threw Issa's leg away, he had already absorbed the other's soul energy.

"It turns out that hand-to-hand combat is so cool, no wonder those guys in the previous life were like mad dogs. At this moment, Ron suddenly fell in love with hand-to-hand combat.

"Suck.." Ron took a deep breath, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood, some people liked the smell of flowers, some people liked the smell of grass, and Ron, just liked the smell of blood.

At this time, the dwarf demon who is the maintainer of order comes to Ron's side.

"Your Excellency, you have won, and we will dispose of the corpse later, and the reward will be delivered to your residence as soon as possible. ”

"Hmm. Ron nodded, turning to walk under the gladiatorial ring.

"The trouble is solved, get the soul points, and the Black Tower will also give a reward, killing three birds with one stone. Ron thought happily.

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