The entire fighting arena was shrouded in a tense atmosphere, but to be honest, it was only the nineteen prisoners who felt nervous, and Zazacha, who was in the middle of them, couldn't see the slightest panic on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"That guy is still handcuffed, you are all people who have seen the world, why did you all become soft-footed shrimp when you got here?" a voice pierced from among the prisoners, intending to encourage the others to fight.

When the others heard this voice, they all swept their fierce gazes over Zazacha's body. He now has shackles on his hands, only his legs can move freely, and he seems to be half a cripple, although he can release that terrifying murderous aura, but it is only there, and he may not be able to exert enough combat ability with his hands tied.

But this was only the idea of the prisoners, and once they made up their minds to attack, a nightmare struck.

After twisting the joints of his neck and limbs, Zazacha stepped directly on the ground and flew out. Suddenly, the rock shattered, leaving two deep footprints in the same place, Zazacha's figure directly approached the nearest prisoner, and before he could react, his hands were clenched into fists with an absolute brute force and hit him heavily on the chest, and suddenly, the prisoner's face became iron-blue, his eyes rolled straight, and his body flew directly out of dozens of meters away as if he was being dragged by an invisible hand, and fell directly to the outside of the field, and never got up again.

Everyone was stunned, but in the next moment, they were all murderers who had seen blood, so they could quickly adjust their state.

The instantaneous strength of Zazacha became the reason for the high morale of the death row inmates, who were still hesitant to move forward, and after one of their companions fell, they all poured up one after another.

Zazacha looked at the opponent rushing from all directions, said a slightly mocking word in the Yi language, and first ran straight to the opponent at the front, the guy was no longer afraid of Zazacha, who had never even carried a weapon, and directly took out the crushed ice pick hidden in his sleeve and poked it at the opponent's face.

As he swung his ice pick, he shook his hands into heavy fists and dragged the heavy iron flail through the air. Zazacha's iron fist accurately avoided the metal part of the ice pick, and struck directly at the opponent's finger holding the ice pick.

An unpleasant sound rang out, and the opponent suddenly wailed and grabbed his right hand and released his weapon. The fingers on that hand were now twisting in all sorts of weird directions, and it looked like the entire fist had been broken from the beating.

Ignoring his screams, Zazacha grabbed his shirt and threw it to the side, where the three prisoners were smashed by their companions who flew over, and they all felt an incredible tremendous force, so the four of them hugged each other and rolled out of a distance of nearly twenty meters in a friendly manner, and did not stop until they rolled out of bounds.

"That's a lot of power!" said Alicia with a hint of admiration.

"Indeed, indeed...... It feels like a fight with an ogre. Merufa was also amazed that Zazacha, who was a human being, was able to exert such great power.

The next battle can only be described as torture and killing, nineteen death row prisoners have no room to fight back at all, Zazacha did not use any gorgeous moves, just relied on his ferocious strength, with simple but cruel heavy blows to beat the opponent one after another or seriously injured, or unconscious, and soon the game came to an end.

As the last prisoner fell to the ground, the audience burst into cheers. Standing in the center of the field, Zazacha looked up at the sunlight pouring down from the clouds, and closed his eyes quietly.

Now he is enjoying his time.

Amid the cheers of the audience, the host walked onto the stage and stood beside Zazacha. The latter thought that after the game, soldiers would escort him directly back to the cell, so he immediately showed puzzled eyes when he saw the host walk up.

"Audience, you must have enjoyed such a bloody game. But it's just a little appetizer, and there's an exciting follow-up to this warm-up show!"

Seeing that the host had no intention of letting Zazacha go down, the audience burst into applause and cheers again.

Zha Zacha glanced at the host next to him, and also understood that the organizer had other plans. Sha Lie is a man who does anything to please the audience, so Zazacha is not surprised.

The dark-skinned young man sighed helplessly, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It's not a bad thing for him to keep playing and doing this kind of unpaid labor.

Ninety percent of the year is confined to a dark underground cell, and Zazacha can only tell the time by the sunlight and moonlight that pours in from the ceiling. The slightly musty smell and damp air have become Zazacha's best friend, and this constitutes the familiar smell that accompanies him through his daily life.

To be able to stand in this arena and compete, despite being a slave, he could feel a little happy. It's been six years since he was captured, and Zazacha has almost forgotten the smell of his hometown, but he is impressed by the smell of dust in the arena and the musty smell of the cell.

From the bottom of his heart, Zazacha longs to fight, and in battle, he is equal to others, which can make him feel the slightest freedom. Although this freedom is hypocritical, Zazacha is able to enjoy it and enjoy it.

If the battle with the nineteen prisoners was just an appetizer, then Shari would definitely come up with some great ideas for the rest of the game. However, to be honest, Zazacha felt that the battle ahead was really boring, and if he wanted to come out to move, he had to at least make him feel alive.

At this moment, the doors surrounding the infield of the arena were all opened, and from the shadows inside the door came a chaotic sound of iron cables crashing, and in the middle of these sounds, some beast-like roars could be faintly heard.

At this time, the host finally announced the content of the next game, and with his introduction, the atmosphere of the audience suddenly reached the highest point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as the overlord of the arena, the next thing Zazha Cha will challenge is a hundred demon dogs!"

The soldiers hiding in the shadow of the door all unlocked the chain control ring at this moment, only to see a hundred ugly-looking alien creatures pouring out of it. Their oval heads have four eyes, jagged teeth that crack all the way to their cheeks, and an elongated tail about fifty centimeters long.

These canine-like reptiles, dragging their long tails and dripping sticky saliva from their grinning mouths, roared around them. The entire arena was now full of this demon dog wriggling, and the host had already retreated to safety, while Zazacha, who was in the center of the monster, was still standing there silently.

Although the Demon Dog is a low-level magical beast, it is also a rather difficult monster when gathered in groups. They have sharp teeth that can bite open a horse's body, but they are as fast as a leopard. For a person with a power type like Zazha Cha, it should be a relatively difficult existence to deal with.

However, Zazacha's face was surprisingly full of confidence, and even a hint of madness could be seen in his eyes, and he was enjoying the situation now.

"Game on!"

After the host gave the order, the demon dogs all pounced as if they could understand human speech. Seeing the timing of one of the demon dogs, Zazacha actually stepped on its head and jumped up. After the person completed a roll in the air, Zazacha crashed to the ground with an effect no less than that of the Yalato meteorite, and suddenly the entire field made a loud noise, and dozens of demon dogs let out a mournful roar and flew up with the sand.

A big hole was smashed out of the ground, and Zazacha actually put his hand directly into the crack of the stone in the ground and roared.

With his actions, the faces of the audience gradually changed from puzzlement to surprise, and finally to admiration.

Zazha Cha actually dug out a huge stone slab with his own hands that was about five meters long and wide! He lifted this stone slab high and then pressed it to the floor fiercely, and countless demon dogs were smashed into meat patties in an instant.

Lifting the slate again, the green tendons on Zha Cha's arm were exposed, and he lifted the slab upright and spun it and threw it towards the ground. I saw that the huge stone slab became a hot wheel, rolling all the demon dogs along the path into it, crushing and flattening.

In just a few minutes, the number of demon dogs on the field had been reduced by more than half. The remaining demon dogs tried to attack in vain, but as soon as Zazacha's eyes were raised, a fierce light flashed, and all the demon dogs rushed half and even flinched.

Zazacha exuded a terrifying murderous aura all over his body, his sleeves puffed out without wind, and his eyes radiated a terrifying bloody light. After a low groan, Zazacha turned into an existence more terrifying than the demon and launched a fierce pursuit, and in a short time, all a hundred demon dogs turned into all kinds of meat puree.

All the spectators did not expect that this game would end even faster than the last one. The audience resounded with overwhelming voices, and countless voices in support of Zazacha sounded, and this swarthy young man perfectly completed his task of warming up the field.

"This man is like a berserker. Kylloa in the stands saw such a wonderful battle and said with emotion.

"Berserker?" Alicia asked.

"A madman born specifically for battle, he is indeed quite suitable for his title. ”

"Berserker...... Alicia muttered, those three words somehow had an indescribable attraction to her.

After the match, two soldiers went on the field to re-shackle Zazacha, and the overlord of the arena left the arena silently after forgetting the sun once more.

"Alright, audience, this is the end of the warm-up show. The host's passionate voice continued to mobilize the audience's emotions, "Then, next, it is the long-awaited fateful showdown, what kind of wonderful performance will the two warriors from other places Daron and Yuyu bring us, please wait and see." ”

After saying this, the host stepped off the stage, and some bewitching slave women walked to the venue with flowers in their hands at this time, as if they were going to dance another dance in the middle of the transition.

"Hmph, show!" said Darlon, who was waiting in the preparation room, snorting at the host's speech.

Soon, Zha Cha, who was being escorted by the soldiers, came over with shackles, and the chains dragged on the floor with a heavy sound.

Daron's eyes were staring at Zazacha with approval and scrutiny, but Zazacha had been staring nonchalantly at the floor. It wasn't until the two passed by that Zazacha's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, and their eyes met Talon's.

In that moment, Daron felt a long-lost emotion rush into his heart, a shivering sensation that made him tremble.

"I see, is this murderous?" said Talon, who had not experienced fear for a long time. And before you know it, Zazacha has come a long way. Daron just looked at his back until he disappeared into the end of the aisle.