The cold glow was gone.

The thin man was startled and hurriedly dodged, dodging the stabbing sword, but was cut in the neck by the sharp blade.

The scar was long, but not deep, just a slight cut through the skin, spilling a little blood.

"Very good, it seems that when you fought before, you still hid your strength. ”

Brown Lil's face showed a hint of surprise, and he smiled instead, "I hope you will use all your strength to fight me." Otherwise, my sword is too fast, and don't blame me when I die. ”

As soon as the words fell, Brownriel suddenly erupted, and with a continuous fierce offensive, the thin man was forced to retreat.

Brownlier's sword was very fast, and he seemed to break common sense, even when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, he could still stab the next sword.

The thin man was forced to fight back, so he could only draw his sword and take it hard. Under his full strength, and even used his fighting spirit to defend, he finally felt better, but he was never able to reverse the defeat.

In terms of excitement, this game is not as enjoyable as the first game. If you look at it from the perspective of many aristocratic lords in the stands, you are at a loss.

Brownrier's sword was too fast, and the series of movements, combined with the thin man's parry, was like juggling on the street stage.

Although it is appreciable, it is not enjoyable to watch, and it is not bloody or exciting.

At this time, William also opened his eyes.

As if he had just woken up, he watched the duel in the gladiatorial arena for a while with his worried eyes, and then gestured to Master Rhine, who had been standing beside him.

Master Rhine understood William's mind.

He exited the narrow aisle behind the row of seats, and in a short time he had a few words with the staff standing at the entrance.

Immediately after, Master Rhine came back with a smile on his face, "Master William, it's done." ”

William nodded and continued to watch the fight below.

At this time, the thin man was already in danger, with many small wounds on his body, and he was forced into a corner.

Many nobles and lords don't know why, both the side that supports Brown Lill and the side that supports the thin man, want him not to blindly defend, but also to give his opponent a sharp counterattack with a sword.

Listening to the crazy shouts in the entire gladiatorial arena, the thin man smiled bitterly.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, it's that he's really done his best.

"Is this all you have to do? You're too weak, and my interest in you has worn out. ”

Under the impenetrable repeated attacks, the thin man struggled to support him, but Brownreal had a comfortable look, his face was not red, he was not panting, and he shook his head.

The thin man was so focused on receiving that he didn't have time to listen to what was going on in Brownrier.

However, to the surprise of the thin man, for some reason, Brownreal suddenly stopped all his attacks and withdrew his sword.

The thin man was stunned.

Just as he was stunned, Brownrier stabbed the last sword with an indifferent expression.

This sword was dazzling, and the moonlight from his head shone on the blade and refracted into the eyes of the thin man.

The thin man's eyes stinged, and he blinked slightly. The next moment, his heart was pierced by Brownrier's sword.

Blood splattered, beads of sweat rolled down the thin man's pale face.

With his back against the stone wall of the arena, he slowly sat down, desperately breathing in the fresh air, wanting to live for a second longer.

Brownrier didn't give him that chance. Inserting the sword into the heart, the thin man's heart suddenly shattered into flesh.

The thin man's forehead was bruised, his eyes widened, and his pupils gradually covered with a layer of gray.

"Brownreal!"

"Brownreal!"

"Brownreal!"

.........

The long-lost cheers broke out again.

To the cheers of the crowd, Brownreal drew his sword and smiled.

He has been in this gladiatorial arena for three days. Every day, as soon as he finds the right prey, he will be killed, as he did tonight.

However, to Brownrier's surprise, the referee of the gladiatorial arena, Mage Sicilys, did not declare his victory, because a new challenger appeared.

William Rest.

Dressed in a tailor-made aristocratic suit cut out of a high-class tailor, he stepped down from the audience step by step.

Brownreal looked at William, who also looked at Brownreal with a smile on his lips.

Brown Lill stood there motionless with determination, like a sharp sword unsheathed, as if he would cut his eyes at the first sight.

William is ordinary, like one of the 100,000 people, unremarkable.

Brownrier frowned. His piercing gaze looked straight into William's black eyes, trying to see something out of them.

However, Brownrier was disappointed, and William's eyes were full of emotion, nothing, as if all emotions of joy and sorrow were hidden.

"Are you the rival you want to be?" Brownriel asked in a deep voice, frowning.

William smiled: "It's just a competition." I don't want to get hurt. ”

Brownrier was speechless.

He raised his arm, his palm flicked away, and a strange fireball wrapped in a lightning arc took shape instantly.

There was a hint of surprise in William's eyes: "Fireball Technique, Fighting Qi Mass, Lightning Technique, Isn't right...... This is the product of the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? You don't even need to chant magic spells, you can directly and instantaneously do them?"

Brownrier resolutely did not answer.

The next moment, this strange thing mixed with thunder and lightning, fighting energy and a scorching fireball was flicked by Brownrier's sword, and it instantly came towards William.

William's smile was even bigger: "As soon as you come up, you will magnify your moves, you look up to me too much!"

Before the words fell, William's body deviated strangely, and he moved half a step to his side in a completely unreasonable movement.

The strange fireball released by Brownreal passed William and slammed into the tall stone walls of the Colosseum.

With a loud bang, the stone wall was smashed into a deep black hole, and the rubble flew like bullets into the depths of the sand.

Fortunately, the ground floor of the arena was covered with tall walls, and there were no casualties.

However, all the noble lords in the stands were taken aback, and felt a slight earthquake or two.

After that, the cheers, the shouts, became even more frenzied.

Voices.

The nominal head of Draenor Manor, a middle-aged man sweating profusely than Bob, appeared with more than a dozen magicians and fighters behind him, as well as more than thirty powerful staff members staring at him, beware of anything going wrong in the duel between William and Brownlear. (To be continued.) )

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