The first candidate to play was a fighter with a sledgehammer in his hand.

He was shirtless, with thick arms, chest muscles, thighs, and bulging muscles all over his body. Just standing there, it is like a thick city wall, giving people a sense of impregnability, attracting the attention of many noble lords.

"The first player to take the field is Kesen, who is known as a killing machine!" At this time, a female voice full of wild atmosphere passed over.

The only referee and dismissant of the gladiatorial arena, the beautiful Mage Sicilys, appeared above everyone's heads.

Her outfit was still so bold and provocative. The thin tight leather armor corset and short brown leather pants barely covered the intimate parts, while revealing a snow-white belly and slender and round thighs......

When the Sicilian mage performed her flying skills and landed from a high altitude, the hot eyes of many noble lords in the gladiatorial arena also moved with her body.

Cheers, whistles, shouts, wave after wave.

The quiet gladiatorial arena became full of people and the atmosphere was high.

Mage Sicilies also showed a charming smile on his face, and his every move revealed a coquettish and wild atmosphere, which was eye-catching.

With the help of the red crystal wand in her hand, she cast an amplification magic and introduced loudly: "I think everyone is already very familiar with this player in the field, so I won't introduce it too much. That's right! He's the killing machine!"

"Next, we're going to invite the second contestant, Mayvit, nicknamed the Bloody Butcher, to enter!"

With the loud shouts of the Sicilian mage, and the extremely cooperative cheers of the crowd, a burly man with a heavy stone axe walked out of the tunnel shadows of the gladiatorial arena.

The people cheered again about the nickname of the burly man, as well as his name.

Mage Sicilies briefly introduced Mevit a few more words, and seeing that the atmosphere of everyone was almost mobilized, he also retreated in time and handed over the venue to Kesen and Mevit.

Judging from the weapons and physique used by the two of them, whether it is Kesen or Mevit, both of them are fierce fighters of the strength type, and they tend to fight hard.

This kind of hard-hitting style of fighting, although there are few skills, but the fists are to the flesh, trying their best to fight, hearty, the scene is both bloody and violent, and it is undoubtedly the most eye-catching for the audience.

When the aristocratic lords had already called the staff of the gladiatorial arena to make a big bet and start the first round of big bets, William's face was calm and did not show too much interest.

He sat on the stage, closed his eyes and slept while he waited for the others to appear.

In the gladiatorial arena, the first battle lasted for a long time.

The two very rigid men finally softened and scuffled into a ball. You punch, I kick, kick in the stomach, attack the body, no one dares to let go of the other party easily, so that the other party has the opportunity to pick up the weapons scattered on the sand.

The Mavitt, nicknamed the Bloody Butcher, took advantage of the opponent's surprise and suddenly opened his big mouth, and dropped someone's ear in one bite, his mouth was full of blood, and his face was full of hideous laughter.

Kesen was in pain, covering his ears and wailing, trying to reach out to gouge out Mavitt's eyeballs, but was broken by the other party's arm.

What followed was endless torture.

According to the fighting rules of the gladiatorial arena, as long as either side shouts to admit defeat, the fight must be unconditionally terminated, even if both parties sign a life and death agreement.

Mayvit is clearly aware of this rule.

He tore off the dirty cloth from his body, crumpled it up, and forced it into Kesen's mouth to prevent him from screaming.

Kesen put his hands and feet together, trying to spit out the dirty cloth in his mouth, but was beaten out of his teeth by Mayvit.

Obviously, Mevit was deliberately delaying the fight, wanting to get more and more popularity from the nobles.

In this way, it is conducive to improving the treatment of the official personnel of the gladiatorial arena to him.

However, Kesen obviously couldn't hold on for so long, and after ten minutes, he was completely exhausted.

Once the success is done, the gladiatorial arena in the Draenor Manor, that's it. Here, human life is not worth mentioning, it is just a recreation and entertainment for the rich and powerful nobles, nothing more.

After Kesen's death, the aristocratic lords watched an exciting and bloody game, and the perverted psychology was greatly satisfied. The shouts, the cheers, were even crazier.

The big beauty dressed in anger, the mage Sicilys, also reappeared, announcing Mayvit's victory, and also reciting the name of the next contestant.

A new round of betting, starting again.

William opened his eyes and saw that the next player in the game was not Brownreal, and then closed his eyes and stopped looking.

The unusually noisy environment around him didn't affect him in the slightest.

The race continued into the evening, with stops two or three times in between. And the person William was waiting for finally appeared.

"Brownreal!"

"Brownreal!"

"Brownreal!"

.........

Amid the hoarse voices of many nobles and lords, as well as the shouts and cheers of rich ladies, Prince Barron's eldest son, a young genius with the talent of 'Demon and Martial Arts Double Cultivation', finally appeared.

Like an elegant knight, he silently greeted the cheers of the crowd and walked calmly on the sand. It was as if the opponent in front of him, who had won seven games in a row, was just an appetizer.

At this moment, the player who has maintained a seven-game winning streak is a thin man with a sword. He looked pitifully weak, as if a breeze could blow him down.

However, as powerful as Mavit, he was also defeated at the hands of this thin man, and his throat was cut with a single sword.

"You also use a sword? Very well, I will use a sword today. I've been paying attention to you for a long time this afternoon, and I hope that the next duel won't disappoint me too much. ”

Brown Lill slowly walked to the arena and stood still, looking at the thin man in front of him, a calm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The thin man looked unusually embarrassed.

Since the death of the teacher who taught him to fight, he has no restraints when he is free and lonely, and relying on his strength as a mid-level fighter, he often comes to Delano Manor to become a contracted fighter and earn some extra money.

On weekdays, he is cautious and specially selects some ordinary people who only have brute strength. And today, when the thin man finished the gold coins in his bag and came to Draenor Manor as usual to earn extra money, he was instructed by the higher management to pay attention to a person.

This man is Brownrier.

You can't win, you can't hurt the other party, and you can't lose too fakely......

Just as the thin man hesitated and should use a few points of strength to make a move, Brownreal took the lead in drawing his sword.

A cold glow pierced the thin man's eyebrows, so fast that people couldn't react at all. (To be continued.) )

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