After two rounds of fighting in a row, not only were the rumors of "King Assassins magical" confirmed, but even the spider silk soft armor under Rod's clothes was completely exposed. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info didn't want to bother the dwarf Hawke, and Rhodes obediently did everything according to the instructions of the arena master: he took off his clothes in front of everyone and threw them on the ground, and honestly waited to be re-tied and handcuffed by several nervous staff members...... There was one less piece of clothing on his body, but there were more anti-magic handcuffs, and this pair of restraint tools hidden in the depths of the arena warehouse was seen again for the first time in many years.

Escorted by several strong men, the boy came to the area under the audience of the arena.

To put it mildly, it sounds like a fighter's quarters, but it's actually no different from a prison cell, and in this arena, there are no free man fighters.

......

He dragged chains through cell cells, and all the people inside stood up close to the doorway to observe him, and talked about it at the same time.

"This is the rookie who killed Todd, Simon, and Hayzen?" Although there was no sight of the inside of the arena, the news had already spread.

"That's right, and it took only a few seconds to kill them in a pair of threes! It is said that he killed the fat man of Elite, in front of a bunch of guests and guards. ”

"Just kidding, are you sure it's this one? I swear I could pinch him to death with one hand. ”

"Tomorrow Arnold's old bastard should have a better fighter against him six to one, and then you can come in and see if you can pinch him to death with one hand. ”

"I'm afraid that you are not qualified to play, do you know why this new sun can come down and rest before it sets? Because all the people who can fight in this field have been knocked down by him, and we can't get together six people who can deal with him, and those two beasts have also been beaten half to death by him, and the old immortal will ask for foreign help!"

"What brute?" said in a surprised tone, "You mean those two ......"

Whispers came from the other cells on either side of the aisle, and a word entered Rod's ears without a word, allowing him to invisibly obtain a lot of information. Perhaps fearing that he would kill the other fighters in his cell, he was escorted through the long underground corridor until he reached the solitary cell at the end of the bar, where the guards opened the door and locked him in.

The heavy iron fence door thundered behind him, and Rhodes began to go to jail in a new place.

It had apparently been a place for a long time, the straw on the ground had begun to rot, and if you stepped on it, you could see many small insects escaping, and the stone tables and stools were covered with dust, and you could draw on them with your fingers...... He tore off the bandages that Ciri had tied on his body, hesitated to wipe the stool with them, and sat down.

The iron bars that formed the gate were arm-thick enough he could not break them with any strength, and the walls in the other directions looked thick and sturdy, with no windows, and only a vent high enough to poke his head out, and there was no way to escape.

No longer holding out illusions, Rhodes raised his hand and touched the back of his head to touch his hair, which had been curled up by the impact of the fireball, and fell into deep thought.

He had given up the childish thoughts in his heart and had come to his senses. Dieter was still a little puzzled when he wanted to get himself out of Sardenberg anyway...... Now he understands that falling into the hands of the enemy is really the worst option besides death, and he is planted here. Tomorrow, there will be more and more fierce battles waiting for him in the arena, and if the three of them can't deal with themselves, then they will send six or nine...... More and more people came until they were finally outnumbered and fell.

Whether it was the place where he was hit by an arrow in his back, or the place where he was slashed by a dagger on his hand, or even the tooth marks on his forearm that were bitten by a giant tiger, they all recovered to a state as if they had never been injured at an astonishing speed, and he had an incredibly strong body, and he was not afraid of fighting. Even if the owner of the arena asks for foreign help, nine times out of ten he is also a fighter in other arenas, these guys have no formal cooperative training, and the effect of adding the number of people brainlessly is only to make the audience feel excited and excited to watch more and more blood swaying in the arena, regardless of the degree of danger...... Ten fighters may not be as good as dealing with four Wild Hunters at the same time when they met Ciri...... If he can continue to play like he does today, and fully use his strength and speed advantage, he will dare to challenge twelve or even twenty-four.

But he didn't want to go any further, not for fear of injury or death, but for hating the fact that he had succumbed to the fact that a few unconscionable thugs and hundreds of insensitive spectators had asked him to sweat and shed blood for entertainment. They will send more and more people into the field to besiege themselves, they will release monsters more terrible than tigers and lions to bite them, they will force themselves to kill, they will force themselves to fight non-human creatures like wild beasts, they want to trample on their dignity and ravage their will, and turn themselves into brainless perverts like those brutal and chaotic fighters.

The pain, the ugliness, and the forced submission, the things he hated the most had been experienced in turn today, which made Rhodes have a serious self-contempt, and he couldn't accept himself like this, and he couldn't accept what was happening.

He couldn't fight those people, because those people would take their anger out on those who were kind to him or who wanted to help him...... But he has one last option.

Take the initiative to end it all.

He looked at everything around him, and if he wanted to kill himself, what should he do.

Hanged himself, there was no place to tie a rope on his head, not to mention that he had just fought hard to escape from hanging, and it was not ridiculous that he cut himself off in this way? There were some gravels on the ground, and I found the sharp slices in it? I am afraid that while cutting his body and healing, he will not succeed in suffering a lot of sins...... Hit the wall, or the corner of the table?

He stood up, his nose aching, and the happy days of the past came back to him...... Restlessly, he paced back and forth on the floor of his cell, touching the walls, and looking at the slate tables, but he could not make up his mind. It hurts, and then it's over...... He told himself, took a deep breath, and began to decide whether to hit the wall or the table.

......

Then a cloud of snow white came through the vent.

"Yin'er!" he was taken aback, and hurriedly ran over to catch the little fox who had almost fallen, looked at the door to make sure that there was no guard outside, held the small ball in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh......h But what if you find it?

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