Looking at the rickety back of the lich named Barbaros, Richard suddenly felt a little familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen the lich. Have I ever seen a lich? Richard shook his head, no.

At this moment, the voice of the black warrior named Drogba was heard in front of him, and Richard finally understood his destiny, which was to become a gladiator for entertainment. As a knight, a knight who could risk life and death for the sake of honor, Richard could not accept that he would become a gladiator. Richard's heart was filled with rage, but looking at his hands locked in the shackles of the Forbidden Demon, Richard's heart sank again.

However, when someone heard that he was about to become a gladiator, he was even more excited than Richard.

"No! we Saiyans are not going to be gladiators for the entertainment of and dog fighting!" cried out to Clint next to Richard.

As Clint shouted, almost all of the captives turned their heads to look. Of course, Klin's voice also reached the ears of instructor Drogba.

"Bang, bang, ......" Instructor Drogba dragged his heavy armor to the back row again, standing in front of Richard and Klin.

"What, you're not convinced, don't want to be a gladiator?" Instructor Drogba's voice was dull, like a volcano about to erupt.

"I, I, Klin, brave Saiyan warrior, will not accept such a fate for amusement! If you have to, then kill me!" Clint yelled at Instructor Drogba, his neck strained and his head covered with bruises.

"Oh, Saiyans, haven't heard of it!" Instructor Drogba raised his giant hand, scratched his ear, and continued, "In this way, I will give you a chance, and if you can defeat me, then I will let you go." ”

"Hmph!" Clint raised his hands and motioned for Instructor Drogba to unshackle him.

Instructor Drogba pointed at Klin, and a dark elf hiding in the darkness jumped out and unshackled Klin.

"Spread it all out for me, I'll teach you the first lesson today, whoever resists me, I'll make him worse than dead!" Instructor Drogba roared in all directions.

The captives looked frightened and couldn't wait to disperse. And Richard patted Klin's shoulder and said, "Klin, you're too impulsive, we can bear it......"

And Kling shook his arms and replied with a serious face: "We Saiyans would rather die standing and die!"

Richard reluctantly stepped aside. Although he was not angry, Richard, having lived in Daddy's Tavern for so many years, was the essence of the mercenary adventurers' endurance of humiliation.

"Boy, what weapons do you need?" said Instructor Drogba to Kling in a muffled voice.

"Hmph! no!" Clint refused with a look of glory, and then he clenched his hands into fists, bent his left leg forward, and made a grappling motion.

"Oh, that's rare, you're a boxer. Instructor Drogba watched Klin's movements and suddenly said Klin's occupation.

Boxers, also known as martial artists, are known in some churches as warrior monks. Boxer, in both the East and the West, is an extremely rare melee profession. They do not use weapons, but by exercising their bodies, palms and feet, and using their limbs as weapons to fight the enemy. Of course, as a close-quarters profession, boxers also need to cultivate their fighting spirit. However, the method of using fighting qi of the boxer is different from that of the ordinary swordsman knight.

The swordsman knight covers his entire body and even his weapons, so as long as his fighting spirit is not extinguished, he can strike in all directions. However, the boxer gathered the fighting energy of the whole body at the moment of attack to attack. This is also the biggest common thing about boxers, swordsmen, knights, etc. Moreover, in order to make themselves move quickly, they rarely wear armor, and almost all of them are clothed, so their defense is generally very low.

The lineage of boxers is also very small, because they still believe in the rule of one master and one apprentice. Generally speaking, a boxer who has been inherited only accepts one apprentice in his life, and even if he accepts several, only one can get the real inheritance. This is also the reason why there are extremely few boxers. There are also boxers, who are usually ascetics, and in order to polish their will and physique, boxers live a very miserable and even sinful life, which also discourages most people.

"Come on, I've never seen a boxer in my life! Let me see what you have to do to bark here!" Instructor Drogba said to Kling with a mocking expression.

Kling looked serious, knowing he had a formidable opponent. However, as a boxer, challenging the strong is the essence of their survival. Therefore, there was no fear in Klin's heart, and there was still a faint trace of excitement.

Clint clenched his hands into fists, raised his fists to his chest, and aimed his fists at instructor Drogba. Kling's left foot stepped out, followed by his right foot. He slowly moved towards Instructor Drogba with a pace that no one else would understand.

"Boy, I'll let you strike first!" said Instructor Drogba with disdain as he looked at Klin's cautious appearance.

As soon as the instructor Drogba finished speaking, he saw that Klin, who was originally moving according to a certain law, suddenly became faster, and his body suddenly burst out with fighting spirit.

Richard, who was watching from a distance, only saw the thunder shining on Klin's body, and he had basically confirmed that Klin's fighting spirit should belong to the attributes of thunder and lightning.

"Ahh And the shining fighting qi on his body suddenly converged on his right hand, and the entire right hand was suddenly covered with lightning, terrifying.

"When! crackle!" Clin's right hand slammed into Instructor Drogba's chest armor, and countless lightning bolts scurried into Instructor Drogba's body like a snake. For a while, the eyes of the many slaves who were watching widened and they were extremely excited. Where did this stunned Qing come from, killed this instructor at once, so that means, we can take the opportunity to escape?

Klin's heart relaxed, and he hit the instructor Drogba, and it seems that this person is not very good. However, when he raised his eyes slightly to look at the instructor Drogba's face, he saw that the instructor Drogba suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and then the instructor Drogba smiled.

As Instructor Drogba's laughter spread, Instructor Drogba raised his left hand, grabbed Klin's right hand at once, and then pulled Klin's right hand down from his armor. At the same time, Instructor Drogba shook his body, and the electric snakes strung on the armor on his body were extinguished one by one.

Kling looked at Instructor Drogba dumbfounded.

And after the instructor Drogba finished laughing, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips and said, "That's all you can do?"