Following the young boy Rhein Hart, Richard, Aladdin Ayub Ben, and Kling each went to the training ground with their own thoughts.

Standing anxiously in front of instructor Drogba, Richard felt that a person like instructor Drogba with a strong desire for revenge with a twisted heart would definitely retaliate against Kling again, especially now that Kling stood in front of instructor Drogba, he still looked like he was puffing up and not admitting defeat.

However, instructor Drogba ignored Klin in the slightest, nor did he do as Richard imagined. Instead, Instructor Drogba set the tone with a big hand, and the three of you will form an arena squad and now start a new team training.

However, as soon as Instructor Drogba's words were finished, Aladdin Ayub Ben objected without knowing whether he was alive or dead: "Why are there only three people in our team? As I know, the underground competitive team usually has at least seven or eight people. ”

"Oh?" said Instructor Drogba's eyes widened as he looked at Aladdin Ayub Ben who dared to resist him. However, the instructor Drogba did not punish him, but pointed at Richard and said, "Don't you still have a Sanctuary level here?"

"However, the one over there is also the leader of the Sanctuary Rank, but there are six of them, two realm powerhouses!" Aladdin Ayub Ben said, pointing to a squad in the hall.

"Hmph, I said that's it, that's how it was arranged! Now, get out of train!" Instructor Drogba roared at Aladdin Ayub Ben, as if he were unleashing a lion's roar.

Aladdin Ayub Benyan followed Richard dejectedly and began a new round of training today.

The darkness is still underground, and you can only rely on manual records to confirm how much time has passed. According to Richard's records, he has been in this underground for more than two months, and in the past two months, the training has become heavier and heavier day by day, and the slightest dissatisfaction with the instructor Drogba will be tortured by him to the point that life is worse than death. Instructor Drogba, seems to be in a hurry. The gladiators were constantly trained to increase their training, and even the daily food rations became more. And some of the gladiators were overwhelmed and went crazy from exhaustion......

Something was about to happen, Richard quietly guessed.

Sure enough, when he came to the training ground on this day, the instructor Drogba did not immediately let many gladiators train directly, but let them gather together. Instructor Drogba, it seems, has something to say.

Well, I had something to say, just listen to the instructor Drogba's dull cough twice, and then speak to the many gladiators: "Ahem...... Ladies and gentlemen, I want to congratulate you, finally, you are ending this hellish life!"

With the words of instructor Drogba, there was a faint commotion in the crowd. Is this hellish training finally coming to an end? Are we going to gladiator competitions? Anyway, please hurry up and get us out of this hell, we're willing to die in the arena.

Looking at the commotion of the crowd, the instructor Drogba, who guessed what most people think, grinned, and the two rows of white teeth were so shining: "Yes! You are leaving! As gladiators, you are going to go to your own battlefield to win your honor! Beauty! good wine! Treasure! As long as you are capable, you can get it by winning the game!" Instructor Drogba seduced everyone, but he didn't say that the gladiator career was cruel, and most people became a small feat. Underneath, however, the little poke was eventually sacrificed to their god, the Lord of Endless Darkness, by the devout Dark Elves.

Under the infinite imagination of the future that the instructor Drogba said, there was a whispered conversation in the crowd, and the high-level gladiators of the Holy Domain were flushed, and they were even more excited, according to the information, it is rare for the gladiator competition to have the strong above the legend to enter, and the peak of the Holy Domain is the strongest, and the era that belongs to them is coming.

Instructor Drogba did not stop the private negotiation in the crowd, and after listening for a while, the instructor Drogba suddenly closed his mouth, and then changed the conversation and said: "I know you are very excited, very excited, and feel happy for the honor you are about to get, but ......"

"However, you are trained by my Warcraft Drogba! The gladiators who go out of me will definitely stand on the top of the Great Arena......!"

The crowd stopped talking, and all pricked up their ears to listen.

"So, in my case, only the strongest can go to the competitive competition! Only the strongest can prove that my efforts have not been in vain! Only the strongest can take the last crown of honor! Now, now, please decide to the death here, only the team that killed everyone here can go out and participate in the glorious competition. After the instructor Drogba finished speaking, he did not pay any attention to the uproar of the crowd. Turned around, came to the door of the training hall, opened the door, walked out, and locked it.

The uproar of the crowd fell silent under the heavy sound of the iron door being shut, and you look at me, and I look at you, all with vigilance and ...... and bloodthirsty.

The longest of the gladiators here was two years, and the shortest, like Richard and Klin, was more than two months. Most of them haven't spoken to each other until now, and the daily heavy training leaves them with no time to care about the lives of others.

It made everyone feel strange and familiar with other people. What is familiar is that when everyone trains together every day, they will inevitably use vindictiveness, or open up the field. Inadvertently, you look up and see it, and some of the impressive ones are remembered. For example, Richard's double vindictiveness.

The people in the crowd were wary of each other, and the people between the squads slowly approached and gathered together. No one has done it yet, because they are all waiting for the bird.

Richard stood in front of Aladdin Ayub Ben and Klin, his hands behind his back beckoning them to back off. The three of them slowly retreated, preparing to find a corner to defend themselves in advance.

Although Richard's three-person squad seems to be the weakest among the many gladiator teams, among these gladiators, there is still a lone ranger. Either their instructor Drogba hasn't had time to help form a team, or they simply prefer to go it alone.

The crowd began to spread throughout the hall, everyone on full alert, picking up weapons scattered throughout the training hall, and some even burst into vindictive anger with nervousness.

Everyone knows that the brutal life-and-death struggle is about to begin, and now they are waiting for the fuse that ignited this scene to appear.

The fuse was lit. A thief gladiator disappeared into the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared, and came behind one of the gladiators, and the dagger in his hand was plunged into his waist like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.