Shocking news always spreads quickly, and news that spreads quickly always turns out to be a thousand miles away from what it was meant to be. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhang Long's heroic deeds of operating on himself spread throughout Wasam that afternoon, and when the news came back to his ears in a circle, it already made him cry and laugh: he consumed most of the opium for pain relief and became completely anesthetic-free and directly sewn it up; during the whole operation, he cried out and howled wolf, and his face did not change and his heart did not beat......

Although even he felt that the news was too outrageous, after all, these miraculous descriptions were greatly beneficial to increasing his popularity, and the number of fans was estimated to be overwhelming, which was still very beneficial. In the evening, several richly dressed aristocratic ladies even ran to the rest area to try to catch a glimpse of the majestic posture, and he was so frightened that he strode to the door to greet them. This is something I never thought of before I crossed over!

Zhang Long has undoubtedly become the big winner of this championship. Although the injury is serious, it is impossible to continue to participate in the eight-to-four tournament, but don't forget, this is a tournament! Reaching the quarterfinals is already a sure thing to become a big star, and if you play any higher, can you really think that you are the champion? Zhang Long is already very satisfied with this, and the first tournament of his gladiator career has come to a successful conclusion for him.

What made him a little embarrassed was that in just one afternoon, Xin Bo's death seemed to have been selectively forgotten by everyone. The brothers either gathered around Fetsuma to discuss how to fight the match against Burke "Berserker", or they chatted around themselves and cast all kinds of admiring glances, and no one paid attention to the lonely corpse wrapped in a bloodstained white cloth in the corner. Perhaps, this is also the sadness of the loser......

After dinner, a little boy hurried into the rest area, and when he saw the majestic former champion Rixette, he ran over excitedly, and shouted enthusiastically, "Uncle Champion! Uncle Champion!" Ricksat replied with a smile, "I'm not a gladiator anymore, what am I still a champion?" and said as he took out a few copper plates from his sleeve and put them on the little boy's hand, "What's going on over there in the West End?"

The little boy was entrusted by Hassan, he put the money in his arms, and replied excitedly: "Very good! Grintis, Villadimore, and Hysan all made it to the quarterfinals, and then Hassan's was supposed to fight Grintis in the semi-finals, but he abstained, so tomorrow there is only one eight-in-four in the West Division, Villadilmore vs. Sarden of the Powell family. 」

"Well, Saden's strength shouldn't be Viladimore's match. Ricksatic nodded, but was a little worried: it seems that the record of the West Division is much stronger than that of the East Division, Grentis has advanced to the semi-finals, but there are already two people out of the tournament here, Fechma has become the only hope, and the "Berserker" Burke, who understands the mystery of the barbarian, is definitely a tricky guy!

Ricksat has a strange affection for Fiquema buried deep in his heart, and he hopes more than anyone else that Fiquema can win the championship and become the head of the family. But after all, how easy is the actual situation? Burke's strength is obvious to all, not to mention anything else, the two mysteries of "madness" and "heavy attack" alone are enough to make Fetsuma, who has just comprehended the barbarian's fighting spirit, drink a pot. Although the game after the quarterfinals is no longer judged to death, in case Burke goes berserk, the possibility of Fitsuma being killed by a "heavy blow" still exists!

Thinking of this, Ricksat was even more uneasy. After a few words of explanation to Zhang Long, he turned around and left, hired a carriage and rushed to the West End Arena, came to the VIP box where Isenhard was, and met the former owner and current boss.

"Welcome, my friend!" Isenhard gave his protégé a warm hug, "I've heard that Zhang Long did a good job, and he did a better job than reaching the quarterfinals!"

"Thank you, Lord...... No...... Master!" Ricksart was still a little unaccustomed to the new title, "But tomorrow Fitsuma will be fighting Burke, I'...... I'm a little worried......

"Worried about what?" Isenhard said with a smile, "Eight Jin Si is not a battle, he doesn't need to fight for his life at all, don't worry, he won't use the mysteries!" In order to give Rick a special heart, he continued, "Burke is the lifeblood of the Oreno family, and his master has no other gladiator to handle. Do you think O'Reno will be willing to let Burke take this risk? To reach the quarterfinals and leave a name on the star list is already a very good result, and if you take 10,000 steps back, you know how much the barbarian Mystery consumes physical energy, even if he wants to win the championship, he has to save it for the finals. 」

The analysis is reasonable, and Ricksat is much more relieved. He also came out of the tournament and is naturally clear about the matches after the quarterfinals. These celebrities who have become expensive have become expensive, and no one wants to let them die or be disabled, so before the championship, there is a lot of momentum to stop, and it is basically impossible to fight hard. However, it is not ruled out that there may be a personal vendetta between the two gladiators, and there is no way to decide whether they want to fight to the death on the field anyway. So Isenhard still has a coping strategy, he handed Ricksart an oiled paper bag, and said mysteriously, "I wanted to send it before the game tomorrow, but since you are here, I will give it to you first." Zhang Long could recognize the contents of the contents, and if Burke really wanted to kill Fikuma at any cost, they could also save the day. 」

Ricksat took the order and returned to the East End Arena, where it was getting late and the brothers were asleep. He lay on the bunk with his heart full of thoughts, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep. At dawn the next day, he woke up early and couldn't wait to wake up Zhang Long and open the mysterious oil-paper bag.

"Master says these things will protect Fitsuma from Burke's mysteries, so come and see what they are?" he asked eagerly.

Zhang Long rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at it carefully, and suddenly came to his senses: "This ...... Oh my God, that's so thoughtful!"

The first thing that catches your eye is a magic scroll. Zhang Long opened it and looked, not surprisingly, the barbarian mystery: "heavy blow". According to the instructions, as long as the scroll is hidden in the belly belt, the designated spell can be launched during the battle, although there is a suspicion of cheating, but in the face of an opponent who understands the mysteries, what could be safer than this?

Underneath the scroll were a pair of inconspicuous cork earbuds with simple instructions written on a papyrus note. These little things are also magically blessed, and they are defensive against all fluctuating and shocking spells, which means that wearing them on the field, Burke's "madness" is basically ineffective against Fitsuma. The price of these things is quite expensive, and it seems that although Isenhard is not in the East End, he actually cares about Fetsuma in the slightest!

Ricksart's brows finally relaxed, and the big stone in his heart seemed to fall to the ground, but behind him, Phychma's voice was like a loud bell, but his heart was instantly blocked again.

"How can the master prepare these things for me, is he looking down on me?"