"Makqin! Skaburg!" Hans did not chase the fallen enemy, but turned to face the crowd and greeted the crowd again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why didn't he continue fighting?" Zhang Long was surprised.

"Haven't you really seen a gladiatorial fight?" Even more surprised than him were Fei Quema and Hai Shan next to him: "Unless it's a fight, the rules of the game are not allowed to chase down an opponent who falls to the ground alive!" He either greeted the crowd or stood stupidly and waited for the opponent to get up and start the next round. Hashan explained with a look of incredulity, and Fetsuma looked at him like a monster.

In the arena, Pavel got up early, stared at the back of Hans who was still saluting, clenched the sword and shield in his hand, and a pair of eyes behind the helmet were already red with anger, eager to eat Hans alive.

Again, however, the rules of the arena did not allow him to attack his opponent in the compliment, and he had to wait until Hans turned around before he could fight.

A moment later, the two mountain-like men were once again entangled, and the sound of blades and shields being exchanged was incessant, and the audience was completely set on fire, they roared and screamed, and several women even ripped off their shirts to reveal huge balls of flesh and swayed wildly. The two of them were completely red-eyed, blood splattering from their bodies from time to time, and wild roars resounded through the sky. Finally, the frenzied Pavel broke his balance again, and after blocking another slam blow, he used all his strength to slam his head into Hans's face, but when he heard a muffled "bang", Hans took a few steps back, his helmet and visor were completely dented, blood rolled out of the cracks, and a muffled howl followed.

"Good!" Even Kaisson couldn't help but cheer, if the people of Yvegro go crazy, they really can't be covered.

Pavel was overjoyed to see that the hammer had been won, and rushed forward to end the battle. Coach Kaisong saw it seriously, shook his head again and again, and said regretfully: "No, no, it's still too anxious to underestimate the enemy, it's a loss." 」

Hans, who has been in a hundred battles, of course, will not be knocked down by this pain, he pretends to be beaten and confused, and in his shaky footwork, he actually cleverly accumulates a decisive move!

"Bang!" Pavel, who was bent on attacking, was knocked on the head by the shield, the helmet flew out, and the people also had gold stars in their eyes, lying down like wood, foaming at the mouth and losing their combat effectiveness.

Hans crouched down, put his broadsword around Pavel's neck, and turned his head to look at the rostrum.

The cheers of the crowd stopped for a second, and then they shouted almost in unison, "Live, live, live!"

They were impressed by the way the Yvegols played, and they were very keen to see him again.

President Francis stood up, motioned for the audience to be quiet, then raised his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and said aloud, "Pavel has played wonderfully, and I declare that he will ...... Stay alive!"

The president's thumb was raised to the sky, and amid cheers, the slaves entered, stripped Pavel of all his equipment, and bundled it up to Hans. This is also the rule of the Candras Arena: if the loser is sentenced to life, his equipment will go to the winner, and if he is completely defeated, his boss can take back the equipment to reduce the financial loss.

It's a subtle fairness in the arena.

Makqin touched his cleanly shaved chin and snorted from his nose: "It's foolish to give up factional advantages and rush forward!"

A hint of anger flashed in Zacamoto's eyes, but in an instant, a sarcastic smile appeared: "This is a fledgling rookie, who can play your best gothic like this, and see how you cry when you are in battle!"

"Hehe, those shrimp soldiers and crabs you bought are just waiting to be seen, and it is estimated that you will be able to beat those ants of the Esenhard family!" Seeing this, the head of the chamber of commerce hurriedly acted as a peacemaker: "Don't worry, it's time for Esenhard to be embarrassed soon, get ready to see the joke!"

Makqin and Zacamoto laughed and looked back at the very corner of the VIP seat, where Isenhard had been located. As a trainer who sent his gladiators to the tournament, he had to reserve a place in the VIP seat, but it was up to the real nobles to decide where to arrange it. However, they looked at each other, and Esenhard had left at some point, leaving only the two beautiful slave girls standing behind their seats.

The slaves had already begun to clear the field, and in the gladiator's rest area, Kaisson was giving his final pre-court instructions to the gladiator who was about to participate in the next match. He is a bronzed-skinned, black-haired man from the Eastern Continent, who usually has no sense of existence at all, and it can be said that he has obtained the mark of his brother, and his status is no different from that of newcomers, and few people will even remember his name.

"Luciano!" Suddenly Isenhard's deep voice came from the door, and everyone hurriedly looked back, but the burly figure had already walked to the side of the Eastern Continent man.

"Brother, fight hard, just do your best. The trainer patted him on the shoulder and encouraged. Lu Ciano was very excited, this was the place where the slaves stayed, and the master actually deigned to come down to see him, and accurately called out his name that was difficult for even the gladiator brothers around him to remember! His voice even trembled a little: "Don't worry, master, I will definitely be for you!"

"Try to survive, it's okay if you can't fight and surrender, people are more important than equipment. As soon as Esenhard said this, Luciano burst into tears on the spot, he wiped his tears fiercely, nodded firmly, picked up his spear and walked towards the entrance.

Kaisson looked at Luciano's back, shook his head and said to Isenhard, "We may never see him again. Those people went too far, and it was just a matter of forcing Grentis to warm up, and to name and choose our weakest people to fight, you should protest, master, so that we may not get any glory!"

Esenhard's face was also a little solemn: "There is no way, they are the ones who make the rules, if we want to continue to play in the arena, we must be patient and find a solution in patience." Now that we have a champion and a star, the most difficult time has passed, and then we have to find a way to make our weakest people have the strength to beat them, and it's all up to you!"

Yes, Isenhard, who came from a humble background, is much inferior to big trainers such as Makqin in terms of connections and financial resources, and he is unwilling to reduce his value, and like other small and medium-sized trainers, he is only satisfied with providing gladiators for consortium organizations such as the Wharf Chamber of Commerce behind the scenes. Fortunately, they were very competitive themselves, with top gladiators such as Rixat and Grentis to support the façade, and the nobles also had the support of Lady Elena, so they were saved from bankruptcy. But for a purely commercial festival like the Western Expedition, the nobles can't get involved in the game, and Yelena's influence can't help anything, and even the candidates for the tournament are forced to be designated by Francis, otherwise the Esenhard family will have no chance with this event at all!

It's one of the invisible rules outside the arena, and there's no fairness at all.

After the field was cleared, Francis got up and announced: "The next game is still exciting, we have the home game, our Skabourg Chamber of Commerce selected the desert gladiator: Paul!"

As soon as that Paul came on the stage with sparse applause, Zhang Long almost laughed: Isn't this "Mishan"?

The desert gladiators, based on the halberdiers of the Eastern Continent or the Lu Gaoin area, are very similar in shape to the mercenaries in the second act who are extremely popular in the game, jokingly called "Mishan": holding a halberd, wearing hooded chain mail shoulder guards, two hideous scars on the strong chest muscles are very eye-catching, and a spare dagger is inserted in the cowhide girdle: the long-handled weapon will inevitably break in the fierce battle, and the spare weapon is a must.

Paul's popularity was not strong, and Francis couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, so he cleared his throat and continued to report: "His opponent, chosen by the Esenhard family, has a zero chance of winning, the gladiator of the phalanx: Luciano!"

The crowd immediately booed. The "phalanx style" is based on the phalanx infantry armed with spears in the army, and it was originally a very interesting gladiator type, but the Esenhard family did not have a good player in this faction, and Lu Qiano, who was not proficient in learning, used to play soy sauce in team battles, and the natural victory rate was zero.

When he came on the field, there was actually a lot of fruit pit garbage smashed down.

Wearing a light steel helmet and plate armor shoulder pads, his chest muscles were toned, his spear in his hand, his dagger at his waist, and his face had a look of fortitude that he had never seen before: his fighting spirit had been completely boosted, and he was only interested in bringing glory to Isenhard.

"Begin!" Francis ordered. Luciano roared, raised his spear, and stabbed Paul. Paul is also quite an experienced gladiator, this attack is naturally difficult for him, a halberd in his hand, the spearhead is biased to the side, and then both hands flipped a flower, and the halberd slashed at the opponent's waist. Luciano hurriedly retreated, but dodging the blade of the axe, the tip of the spear could no longer dodge, and the cowhide corset broke through the bovine and cut a deep wound in his stomach.

The halberd is a versatile weapon that can be stabbed and slashed, making it easy to use, especially for second-rate gladiators like Paul. The spear is different, although it is longer and the stabbing power is greater, but the skills required to get started are also quite high, and Lu Ciano's strength is not strong, and he has no experience in heads-up, so it can be said that he was restrained by death.

The crowd immediately cheered. Luciano gritted his teeth and stood firm, recalling Kaison's teachings in his mind: "The only meaning of the phalanx is to attack! The spear is the weapon with the farthest range of attacks, and remember to keep your opponent within three to five yards of your body with constant attack. 」

Moreover, Paul's halberd is not short, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be hung up or even killed. However, at this time, Lu Qiano had completely put fear and life and death aside, and his fighting spirit was high. He attacked Paul again and again, roaring incessantly, but he temporarily suppressed his opponent from the momentum.

What's the matter with this guy? Isn't it a weak chicken? Paul was surprised to block Luciano's attack, and retreated again and again, this is different from what the boss told him, how can he be a desperate Saburo who plans to use a playful style of play to force him to surrender?

Forget it, anyway, you're a step ahead, so let's fight seriously. Seizing on an obvious flaw in Luciano's attack, Paul swooped and dodged diagonally forward, and the halberd slashed upwards into the chest. Lu Qiano was so shocked that he could only roll to the side, but his side ribs were cut off on the spot, accompanied by a terrible scream, the broken ribs flew out with blood, and the lungs also burst, and blood-colored foam gushed out from the wounds and mouth and nose.

But Luciano stumbled a few times, but he didn't fall down, and Paul's compliment, which had been brewing for a long time, suddenly came to naught.

"Esenhard!" Luciano cried out despite his wounded lungs, his voice as miserable as a windbreaker, and then with all his strength he slammed his spear at Paul, blood splattering a crimson path on the sand. The crowd was stunned, and Francis on the rostrum was also stunned: Lu Ciano, this third-rate gladiator who can only play soy sauce in team battles can be so brave, is it true that the Isenhard family is so hidden dragon and crouching tiger?

This is a fatal blow, the spear is menacing, and it is about to be stabbed into his stomach, Paul rolls to the ground in embarrassment and can dodge, and then a carp rolls over and jumps up, and the halberd slashes into Luciano's back, bone cracks and screams are heard at the same time, and gorgeous blood flowers fly all over the sky.

Luciano took advantage of the remaining momentum to run forward a few paces, avoiding the fate of being slapped directly on the ground by the halberd, his eyes were already dilated, and his legs were as soft as cotton, but he still barely stood on his spear. He turned around with difficulty, faced Paul, who had already seen three or four figures in a trance, spewed a large mouthful of blood, and then pointed his spear at the enemy again with trembling arms.

"Esenhard!" he roared muttered, stumbling at Paul. This time, instead of dodging, Paul met it head-on, the halberd swinging sideways to open the tip of the spear, then raised it high and smashed it into Luciano's chest, cutting off the bone on the spot and splitting his heart.

Luciano finally collapsed to the ground, blood flowing into a small lake beneath him.

Paul gasped and pulled his halberd from the corpse. This difficult guy didn't fall until he died, so he never had a chance to greet him in the middle of the field, and now it's always okay, right?

However, after a long silence in the stands, a few sporadic voices began to shout, "Luciano!

Paul's salutation was once again stifled, and the few sporadic voices turned into a terrifying wave in an instant, and the crowd waved their clenched right fists in unison and shouted, "Luciano, Luciano, Luciano!"

The faces of Francis, Makqin, Zacamoto and others in the VIP seat were red and white for a while, and they were extremely ugly. Esenhard, on the other hand, returned to his seat with an imperceptible smile.

"Lost the game, but won the crowd. Zhang Long compared the plot in his impression of "Spartacus" and muttered.

"If you win the crowd, you win everything!" said Fitsuma with a look of excitement, "Luciano is dead to win, I will win alive! I will make the whole of Vossam, the whole of Candras, the whole of Saint-Hugh Ari the audience shout my name like this!"

Win the crowd, win everything, this is the real and fairest rule in the arena!