The man held a long sword in his hand, the blade of which was blood-red, the thin clothes on his body were torn, and his dark chest muscles were exposed in the clammy and cold air, rising and falling violently with rapid breathing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wolf he was fighting against was covered with a silver-gray mane, strong muscles were faintly visible, four fangs protruded from the huge mouth, bursts of white gas erupted from his mouth, and his blood-red tongue almost drooped to the ground.

Its hind legs are slightly bent, its front legs are stretched forward, accompanied by a short howl, it keeps stretching forward and retracting agilely, and its flexible movements are like playing a poor rabbit, breaking through the psychological defense of the human in front of it again and again.

Every little movement of the wolf made the man's heart hang in his throat, he didn't know when the beast would pounce, the hand holding the long sword was already trembling involuntarily, he desperately tried to hold this life-saving straw, but his hand just didn't obey the call.

The wolf in front of him suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl, and the ears that had just hung on his head stood up, and this hiss seemed to be like a horn before the war, completely opening the war between iron and fangs.

The thick howl was still wafting in the Colosseum, and the wolf suddenly bent its hind hooves and kicked the ground hard, and an astonishing force came from its hind limbs, shooting its body like a sharp arrow, and the blood-colored mouth was getting closer and closer to the man, and it stretched out its sharp front paws and slammed into the human head.

Seeing that the amber pupils were getting closer and closer, the instinctive desire to survive made the man raise the long sword in his hand, and with a fierce swing of the sword with his thick arms, a touch of blood was sprinkled from the wolf's forelimbs to the clearing, and the wolf who lost half of its front hooves did not stop, it endured the sharp pain from its forelimbs, and by the inertia of its body, it opened its bloody mouth and threw the man to the ground.

The sound of the iron weapon falling to the ground instantly drowned out the cries in the stands, and the man reached out and grabbed the wolf's bloody mouth, and the huge red tongue spat out of the wolf's mouth, rubbing the man's dark face like sandpaper.

The exhausted man was trembling, the meridians protruding from his arms, and he could almost see the blood flowing, and he listened to the 'whine' sound from the wolf's mouth in front of him, which seemed to be mourning for himself, and a foul smell came from its mouth, constantly irritating his nose.

At the moment when he tilted his head slightly, the wolf tilted his head and opened his mouth to bite his arm, and before the severe pain reached the central nervous system, the wolf let go of the bloody mouth that bit his arm, and opened his mouth to go straight to his neck.

The tear in the carotid artery instantly turned into a pool of blood, and the bloodthirsty beast kept biting the man's neck until it ripped his entire head off his body and rolled it to the side like a leather ball.

"Wow!!"

"Great!Well done!!"

"Damn nigga, I knew I should have bet on that brute to win!

Alan lay on the fence and watched the bloody scene in front of him, the cries of the spectators sounded behind him, some were regretting their gambling money, and more were praising the end of this bloody feast, none of them mourned for the anonymous people in the field, and it was not surprising that his life had just ended seemed to be a game.

Alan turned around and looked around at the people sitting in the stands, most of them looked like powerful nobles of the world's civilization, they looked at the pool of blood in the audience with a dignified and solemn posture, with cold eyes, among them there were some noble ladies, they were wearing long robes and expensive leather jackets, and those girls had hairnets pinned to their heads, perhaps just for the moment when the blood was splashed, and when they got into the arms of the men next to them, they could keep the carefully curled hair from messy.

Alan pursed his lips and turned to walk towards the top of the stands, not that he couldn't accept this bloody scene, but he just felt that those slaves who wanted to get ahead were a little pitiful, but they were not worthy of pity, after all, most of them were not forced, no one asked them to duel with bloodthirsty beasts, they were all adventurers who wanted to ascend to the sky in one step, and for these nobles in the stands, they staged one bloody drama after another, but most of them lost their lives in vain.

He was greeted by a diminutive man dressed in a black close-fitting leather coat with several distinct armor indentations stamped on the corners of the gold thread.

Alan turned his head and looked at the man who had just rubbed shoulders with him, his skin was almost as dark as that of the recently dead performer, the sun was shining on his bald head, and his clothes looked like a nobleman, but his temperament was a little sloppy.

He watched the man walk down the steps, then turned and quickened his pace, passing through the single stands separated by several stone walls, and down another spiral staircase, at the end of which was an underground tunnel entrance, the passage of the black hole looked a little terrifying, and at a glance there was almost no light, like a dead end with no return.

Alan boldly walked into the tunnel, a strong smell of blood came to his nose, he put his hand on the wall, felt the darkness and walked towards the end, the further he went, the more pungent the smell of blood became, and the howl of the beast kept coming from the end of the tunnel, and those sounds kept hitting the narrow walls, which sounded creepy.

The loss of light can be extremely long, and it will make the whole plane feel as if it has stopped, and Alan doesn't know how long he walked in the tunnel before a little light finally appeared in front of him. He quickened his pace, the light seemed to come from the brazier on the wall, a whimper came from behind the firelight, and Alan found through the faint light of the fire that at the end of the tunnel were wooden cages.

Suddenly, a sharp hiss pierced Allen's eardrums, Allen took a few steps back, and he saw a pitch-black leopard standing in the wooden cage, the beast was six feet long, with a belly mixed with short white hair, and a very unique black stripe from the eyes to the corners of the mouth, the beard on the mouth trembled slightly with his breathing, and the pale yellow pupils showed a fierce light, constantly scanning the uninvited guest in front of him.

"Hey!"

The sudden shout frightened Alan half to death, and he turned to look at the owner of the voice, and a young man with a torch cast a curious look at him.

"You're crazy!" he yelled angrily at the stranger.

"Hug ..... Sorry, may I ask ..... you" The strange young man stared at the sword at Alan's waist, and asked the strange visitor in a hesitant manner.

"I'm ..... Let me tell you this, I think..... Hmm....." Alan scratched his forehead, "is there any way I can go into the fight and fight the beast without getting hurt, but the beast still has to look fierce, like ..... A sick brown bear or something, can you understand what I'm saying?" Alan didn't know how to express his thoughts for a moment.

"Yes, of course you do, you look like a noble child, do you want to gain the appreciation of Lord Sersi by fighting wild beasts, and become a half-official in the Horned Infantry Regiment?" the young man asked with a smile.