Little Peter saw the lion knock the female prisoner to the ground, and the audience fell silent. He saw that many nobles around him were watching intently what was happening, and the commoners above the high platform behind him were holding their breath one by one, their eyes wide open, and they didn't even bother to wipe the saliva that flowed from the corners of their mouths.

It wasn't long before the male lion was overworked and lay on the female prisoner gasping for breath, and then the gladiatorial arena was filled with sound again. Whether it was a man or a woman, a young or old, a nobleman or a commoner, everyone leaned out of the stands together, waved their arms vigorously, blushed their faces, and opened their big red mouths and shouted: "Kill her, kill this." Quick, kill her. ”

Little Peter tried to watch all this with his eyes wide open, confused, he wanted to say something, but he saw the old man squinting at what was happening, not knowing what to think. He turned his head again to look at Uncle William, who shrugged his shoulders at him as if he knew what he was thinking, and held up a finger in a gesture to shut up. So he had to look back at what was happening in the arena, and just as he was feeling confused, angry, puzzled, and scared, Eva beside him clenched his right hand hard. He couldn't help but look at Eva, only to see her eyes calm as water, and her face gently said to him, "It's okay, I'm here." ”

Little Peter took a deep breath, calmed down, nodded vigorously at her, and then looked back at the field.

The male lion, probably spurred much more awake by the pain of the wound, scrambled to his feet from the female prisoner. The claws cut a lot of wounds on the female prisoner's body, the most serious of which was in the female prisoner's abdomen, the wound was very large, and the blood flowed not only through the wound, but also through the wound, and some of the broken organs in Little Peter's body could be seen.

The male lion kept licking and licking his wounds to stop the bleeding, but unfortunately his efforts were destined to be in vain. So it roared furiously, looked down at the dying female prisoner, and tore her to shreds without hesitation. Countless pieces of minced flesh and mutilated organs rolled feebly to all corners of the field under the lion's tearing. The surrounding audience kept chanting, their expressions were excited, their faces were hideous, their eyes were red, and they didn't look like they were human anymore.

With the death of the female prisoner, the male lion also came to the end of his life, and it was skinned and deboned by the executioners without resistance, and the majestic lion quickly turned into pieces of bright red flesh, which were divided by several respected nobles.

The ritual of executing the condemned prisoner resumes and ends quickly, and the enthusiasm of the audience seems to be drained by the female prisoner and the lion. Little Peter sniffed vigorously, and could smell the smell of blood and a strange smell in the air.

When all the death row inmates were executed, a group of soldiers carried baskets on their backs and threw the stumps and severed arms on the ground into the basket behind them, and a group of soldiers walked in with wooden barrels and kept spilling water from the buckets all over the field. The bright red blood slowly rolled into the drainage canal under the action of the water, and the entire field was quickly cleaned, but in Little Peter's eyes, every tile on the playing field was faintly glowing with blood red.

The Duke of Okebi came to the venue again, and he first praised the courage and martial arts of the Beastfighters for his wonderful performance, and then he shouted: "Of course, the best will always be saved until the end, and now let us enjoy the wonderful game of the gladiators." ”

As soon as his words fell, the two gladiators walked into the arena from one side to the other. A referee waited for the Duke to return to the grandstand to take his seat before signaling the start of the game.

Little Peter looked up at the position of the sun and saw that it was probably just after one o'clock in the afternoon. The old man saw his movements, clapped his hands lightly, and said, "This is the tradition of the empire, whenever there is a gladiator competition, it is usually from one o'clock in the afternoon to about six o'clock in the evening. There will probably be more than 20 games scheduled for this afternoon, and of course we all know that the best will definitely be played at the end. ”

As the time went by and the competition drew to a close, one gladiator took the stage and left the arena one after another. The whole game scene was filled with a smell of blood, and this smell stimulated the audience to become more and more crazy, they kept shouting and roaring, stomping their feet and waving their arms vigorously, and their voices were shouted to be low and hoarse.

Little Peter noticed that the gladiator game was a little different from what he had thought, and that there weren't too many gladiators dead in the whole game. Basically, as long as the winner or loser is divided or there is a avatar, the two sides will stop and wait for the verdict of the audience. If the audience finds the game exciting, they will give a thumbs up, which means that the defeated gladiator can survive. However, if they feel that someone is playing negatively or is cowardly, they can't wait to put their thumbs down, meaning that the winning side has the right to put the loser to death.

Little Peter watched a little lethargic until the last game of today's game. One holds a heavy rectangular shield in one hand, and his whole body is protected from his shoulders to his calves. The gladiator, also wearing a sleek helmet and mask with only two viewing holes in it, walked in with a short sword in hand.

Then from the other direction came a sturdy man almost naked, armed only with leather shoulder pads, holding a characteristic fishing net in one hand and a trident in the other. The two slowly walked into the arena, first signaling to the crowd and then waiting for the referee's start signal.

The spectators saw the two gladiators and let out the strongest cheers and shouts of the entire afternoon. They all seemed to cheer for the man with the shield, and many of the ladies and maidens were about to faint at the mere sight of him. They popped up impulsively, waving the handkerchiefs in their hands, twisting and twisting to show off their beautiful figures, just to attract the gladiator's attention.

The old man listened to the voices around him and laughed, and after a while, he said to little Peter, who still didn't know anything, with a confused face: "Look at the man with the net and the trident has a proper term called net fighters, and they are all trained by the most agile warriors. Generally speaking, they rely on their mobility to drain their opponent's stamina, and then wait for an opportunity to cast a net and entangle their opponent to win with one blow. And the one on the other side is the pursuer, specially used to deal with the net fighters. This pursuer is the star of the field, and he's won fifteen in a row. ”

Before the old man could finish speaking, the referee signaled for the game to begin. The netfighter slowly swam in a circle, while the pursuer first moved his body and then chased after the netter, slashing and slashing.

Seeing the wonderful performance of the pursuer, the whole audience kept cheering for him, and the pursuer seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and his tactics became more radical.

The net fighters kept relying on the advantage of speed to open the distance between the two sides, carefully waiting for the opportunity. Finally, he caught a flaw in the pursuer, hurriedly took a big step forward, threw the fishing net in his hand at the opponent, and waved the trident to knock the pursuer to the ground while he dodged, waiting for the judgment of the audience in the arena.

The audience was frightened and their cheers stopped, as if they didn't believe what was happening in front of them. They hesitated and looked carefully, and gradually several noble ladies stood up first, their thumbs up, and their mouths of comfort for the defeated pursuers. The atmosphere slowly became enthusiastic, and everyone unanimously decided that the loser could survive.

The old man said something to little Peter, but little Peter didn't hear it clearly and hurriedly approached him before he barely heard a sentence: "See, this is life." If you want to stay alive, then you have to keep winning. ”

The net fighter pursed his lips, let go of the opponent at the referee's signal, turned around and was about to walk off the field, but heard a huge exclamation, and before he could react, he saw a short sword stuck in his chest. It was the pursuer who was angry and attacked him when he was unprepared.

The audience was dumbfounded, and the referee rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the corpse with his mouth wide open, and looked at the pursuer who was waving his hands in celebration. The ladies covered their open lips with their hands and looked at everything on the field in disbelief.

Gradually, they reacted, and then they all threw everything they could find into the arena in a rage. The mouth shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill him." Kill this shameless despicable traitor coward. ”

The pursuer was frightened and tried to escape, but was escorted by a group of soldiers and knelt on the ground, and Duke Obick personally cut off his head and displayed it in all directions, and the crowd let out bursts of cheers.

The old man sneered disdainfully: "Rules are rules, how can you break them at will, fool." ”