Gris, the gladiator to which the ice blade belongs, is different from Shiraizumi in that he voluntarily asks to become a gladiator. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA slave warrior from Mars, one of the members of the gladiator reserve raised by the Ice Blade Order, with no parents, no brothers, and only a desire to get ahead.

It was Gris's first appearance, and he had been training for thirteen years for this day. For thirteen years, he got up early in the morning and rested at sunset, and the training piles in the training camp were covered with the marks of his blows.

An ordinary person cannot enjoy any welfare under the harsh organization of ice blades, he can only work hard and work hard to constantly use his own flesh and skin and bones to adapt to injury, increase his ability to resist hits, and increase his lethality.

Generally speaking, this kind of training that references Muay Thai can stimulate the maximum potential of the human body in a short period of time, reaching the peak of human physical fitness at the age of about 20 years, but this peak period is not long, and the lifespan of such fighters is generally very short. Growing up in this harsh environment, Gris is desperate to be outstanding, and only by winning punches can he obtain the recuperation of a higher level of the healing chamber than the healing chamber, so that his almost exhausted potential can be replenished, and even increase his lifespan.

The moment the light focused on him, Gris's heart trembled, is this what it felt? Is it coming? Thirteen years, cold and heat, thirteen years, accompanied by pain, thirteen years, alone, thirteen years, longing for freedom!

These few days are the happiest days for Gris, and finally enjoy what is called luxury, unlike the quiet rest of Baiquan, as soon as Griss was arranged to enter the gladiatorial arena, he lived the life he had dreamed of before, accompanied by maids, every meal of big fish and meat, drunk and dreaming of death, wine pond meat forest is not too much.

The management of the gladiatorial arena believes that this proper life itself is an incentive for the gladiators, so that they do not want to lose this hard-won life, and can burst out with the greatest fighting spirit when fighting.

With a shock to his shoulders, the towel draped on his body slid down, and the dense scars on his body looked particularly hideous and extremely manly under the snow-white cluster light;

When the onlookers saw the upper body of the two people, the screams began to give Gris, especially the female audience, a certain desire in the body aroused by the masculine body, and the red face emitted a decibel that is impossible to reach on weekdays.

The clown closed the door of the iron cage in the ring, which means that the horn of the beginning of the irregular gladiatorial fight has sounded, Gris laughed silently, raised his calloused fist and gestured towards Bai Quan, and then a hand knife slashed his throat, provocatively looked at the other party, this kind of suggestive provocation made the audience more boiling, usually, once the gladiators in the ring made this kind of behavior, it means that there will definitely be death in this gladiatorial fight, and death is the biggest meaning of people coming here, catharsis!

Bai Quan was unmoved, he had senior experience in hand-to-hand combat, and he could only laugh at this kind of pediatric provocation, history is written by the winner, and if he wins, he is confident, and if he loses, he is just a clown to do this kind of thing.

One step, two steps, like wading through the mud, Bai Quan's body became more and more rickety. Rickety to the point that everyone began to coax, this is a sign of cowardice, and anyone in this ring will be despised by everyone once they are cowardly.

"Kill him, kill him!" wave after wave of neat voices sounded in Gris's ears, and he didn't even make a basic defensive stance, and suddenly swung his fist at Bai Quan.

Seeing that Gris began to attack, the voices of the audience gradually quieted down, and Gris swung punches in front of Bai Quan, straight punches, jabs, iron elbows, and iron knees...... A stormy attack, he wants to kill the little man in front of him as fast as possible, he wants everyone to see his strength, his brutality, and his martial bravery.

In Bai Quan's eyes, all the attacks are so slow and slow, this Gris is at best a free fighter who does not enter the stream, he doesn't even know how to concentrate his real strength, and the appearance of punches is not the standard for a guy from a wild road. Bai Quan didn't know if this was the careful arrangement of the arranger, or if he was really lucky enough to meet such a weak person.

The key is that the other party seems to be extremely confident in his own strength, and he even let go of the attack on him without even doing defensive measures, and the guy who obviously has zero actual combat experience is not due to too much desire to fight for Bai Quan.

Bai Quan's guess was not wrong, since he knew that Bai Quan beat Quinn to death, Ice Blade would not be stupid enough to send his carefully cultivated gladiator to him to death, this Gris is just an outcast, Grace, who has no potential to practice martial arts, just desperately wants to become a gladiator, Ice Blade has not cultivated him at all, and there are countless such people who are completely free-range under the command of the organization, and it naturally doesn't matter if they are used as cannon fodder to make money.

There was a hint of pity in Bai Quan's eyes, a martial artist who didn't know where the gap was, he really looked like a clown after performing in front of him for so long.

"You bastard, don't hide! I'm going to kill you!" Gris couldn't have imagined so many twists and turns, and Shirakuquan dodged all his attacks, making him feel like he was playing tricks on him, and in so many spectators, Gris finally got angry.

"You damn yellow-skinned monkey! I'm going to kill!ahhhh

"Smack!" Gris finally hit Bai Quan, but his face showed great surprise, that's right, the crisp punch hit Bai Quan's face, Bai Quan just deviated his face, and his rickety body didn't even straighten up.

"Is this what you call killing me?" Bai Quan was completely enraged by this sentence of the yellow-skinned monkey, the discrimination of the white race against the yellow race exists in any world, but he should not say such insulting words to a Chinese person who is extremely proud of his bloodline.

"Impossible, how can I take it so easily?" Gris panicked, he saw that the eyes of the little man on the other side showed something extremely terrifying, it was a kind of indifference to life, a special thing that only people who walked on the verge of death carried - murderous aura!

"You better take this question back to the grave and ask it!" Bai Quan said coldly.

"Hmph!" the swordsman was a little angry at the performance of his subordinates, although this was just an outcast, but it also represented the face of the ice blade, if he fought to death, it would still be glorious, but such a panicked performance made the swordsman feel sincerely ashamed.

"A sheep is a sheep, you can still expect him to eat grass!" Long Zuyi squinted his eyes at the swordsman.

"Hmph, useless things can only be used as targets!" "The swordsman likes to use living people as knife targets when he practices, and in his eyes, Gris's performance can only be treated like this.

Bai Quan's slumped body suddenly swelled, and the tiger roared, and his claws opened and closed, and he actually let out the roar of the tiger roaring in the mountains and forests. Gris dodged, but the sound of the blade slicing through the leather reached everyone's ears. A large X-shaped scratch on the chest that is ten and a half fingers deep.

"Shhh Gris looked at Bai Quan with fear as the blood stained on his chest, and with ten fingers of minced flesh, he knew very well that if it wasn't for all these years of hard work to exercise his ability to resist blows, it was estimated that he would have been disemboweled, he was scared, really scared, no one would not be afraid when death was so close, and he was willing to fight like this even though he knew that it was death.

"Smack!", there was a boo outside the arena, and Gris knelt down, "I admit defeat, don't kill me!"

In fact, this kind of plot often happens in the gladiatorial arena, in this kind of bloody ring, once it happens, then this person who admits defeat in humiliation basically has no potential to become a strong man again and fight, this is garbage!

Bai Quan glanced at Gris with disdain, and shook off the blood on his hand, this kind of guy who has no martial arts bones, even fighting is a shame.

"Ahh

"I can't blame me for my own death!" Bai Quan's words did not fall, his elbow pushed back, and then his left hand became a claw, grabbed it upward, and grabbed Gris's throat impartially, and as soon as his wrist turned, Gris's head hung down softly!