Spark, who had caught up with the flies, looked at him with some confusion and asked, "Uncle, why are you so unhappy that we won the game!"

"Hmph!" the fly snorted angrily, "I was asked to say that I wanted to teach you how to run, but the three of you were thinking about running in your heart when you played?" After speaking, he pointed to the sky and said, "You kid has a lot of blood, don't you even need weapons? You can't even beat that garbage called Xiuda!" The sky lowered his head a little ashamedly, there was no way that the fly was right, if it wasn't for the other party's carelessness, he would definitely be tortured to death by the other party.

"And you!" the fly pointed at Nils and shouted, "Are you an exorcist or a cow?" Go up and compete with others? You might as well go back with others to be a miner! You have a future than doing this! Even such a dull person can easily break your tricks, aren't you always red?" Nils lowered his head and said with a red face, "My face is not old, really, although it looks a little mature, but it is really not old (save the fragments of a thousand words)"

"Especially you!" the fly turned to Spark and scolded, "Are you a wooden man?" "Won't you cheat except to wait there for others to make mistakes?" "No" "I'm going to kill you!"

In the eighth game of the fly vs "rocket artillery" Gramm, hearing the notice of the game, the fly snorted lightly and was about to come forward to compete, "Hey, uncle, you don't have a weapon!" "You don't have to worry about this!" After speaking, the fly looked around and saw Karp, the staff member of the gladiatorial arena, running over and saying: "Aha! Karp, lend me a gun to use~" "Don't borrow it!" "Oh, it won't break if you use it, and those are all broken white weapons that no one wants~" "Hmph! okay, a gold coin!" Uh, Karp, you're dark enough!" "Will you borrow it?" "Ahhh

"Ahh

"Hmph, uncle, I can use anything!" replied the fly disdainfully.

"Why don't you use me!" said as he took out the Colt python from his holster and handed it to the fly.

"Huh?" the fly that saw this gun was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Where did you get this gun?"

"Uncle, I really trusted you to show it," Sparker said cautiously, "My full name is Spark-Colt!

"What, then, would it be nice for your father to come in?" asked the fly, a little trembling.

"My father has died," Sparker said with a sad look on his face, "I was killed by someone named 'Dark Shadow', and I survived my Colt's family alone."

"Shadows, bastards!" the fly was about to say something, but the staff of the gladiatorial arena had already urged, and the helpless fly had no choice but to say, "I'm going to tell you something after the game, and" he said and pointed to the other Sparky members present and said, "You guys have a good look, the running skills of the gladiatorial arena, I will show you a little in this game!" After saying that, he returned the Colt python to Spark, and turned to the stage.

"Three, two, one, fight!" At the beginning of the game, Gramm, named "Bazooka", looked at the fly standing opposite with disdain and said, "Haha! I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet you today!" As he spoke, he took out a huge firearm from behind his back and roared, "Grimm machine gun!" With the roar of the barrel, a string of dense bullets shot at the fly, who knew that the fly moved to the left unhurriedly and defused the attack! Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Garam roared: "I told you to run!" Focus on the flamethrower!" I saw the huge flamethrower being held in my hand, and the flames of * sprayed towards the flies "Haha! Look at me burning you flies!" "The focus flamethrower is a skill that combines distance, range, and attack, and the opponent will freeze until it turns to ashes as soon as it hits. Looking at the fly in the firelight, he still looked relaxed, only to see him first sliding to the right, then a backward jump to avoid the flames, and when Garam reacted to change the direction, the fly suddenly came with a sliding shovel on the spot, although the range of the focus flamethrower was very large, but it had a fatal weakness that it could not attack the ground. Ordinary people would not think of using a sliding shovel, because once the distance is not well controlled, standing up is tantamount to throwing themselves into a net, but the fly thought of it and did it at the same time! The fly that came by the sliding shovel perfectly interrupted the attack of Kalam, and the annoyance of being shoveled down was about to get up, but when he saw the fly take out the worn-out gun and pointed it at himself, he whispered, "Floating bomb" I saw that the Garam who was grazed by the bullet did not float because he was lying down, but shook slightly upward on the ground, but the wonderful thing is here, I saw that the fly suddenly raised his knees and continued to make a move: "BBQ", and even used this little levitation to lift Garam up and hit the air with a Grimm machine gun at the same time! When the BBQ ran out, the fly still unhurriedly threw a grenade at Gramm, who had not yet landed, and the attacked Garam was hit high again before he landed, and the fly slowly walked to the bottom of Rammu and waited for him to fall, and Gramm, who finally fell, was not fortunate but saw a snatch hit him in the face, "It's a wrist!" Sparker watched incredulously as the fly with a rifle shook the body of the gun unhurriedly, and at the same time used his knee to hit Garam rhythmically. Gramm, on the other hand, was toyed with like a toy. When Graham was finally about to get back to the ground, the fly stomped on him with one of his big feet and whispered, "Shoot," "Bang bang!" The fly didn't speak, and walked towards the stage, Gram was already swollen and fainted, and the surrounding audience opened their mouths to look at the fly slowly walking down in disbelief. The staff of the gladiatorial arena first came to their senses and shouted: "The victor is the fly! What a gorgeous move, what a clever movement, oh my God! It's like the reincarnation of a spear god!" "Oh! Great!" "Aren't the usual flies hiding their strength?" "I've never seen such a gorgeous move!" "Oh my God! He's still using a junk white rifle!"

patted Spark, who was still in a daze, and the fly said, "You come with me"

The fly that came to the outside of the gladiatorial arena found a remote place and asked urgently, "Are you really from the Colt family?"

"Well, I don't have to risk being hunted down to lie to you!" said Spark, who also asked eagerly, "How did you come up with those moves just now?"

"Well, I would have done it a long time ago!It's a simple combo~" The fly waved his hand disdainfully.

"Well, then why are so many people talking about the gladiatorial arena?" asked Spark, incredulous.

"Oh, those are! I was a fool before!" the fly continued, "do you know my real name?"

"Huh, don't you call flies to scold?" asked Spark, puzzled.

"Haha!" said the fly, laughing, and said with a serious face, "but my surname is Colt!"

"What!" Sparkle looked at the fly in surprise.

"Hehe, my brother is your father, so I really should be called uncle by you!" said the fly, taking out a weapon from his bosom and handing it to Spark, "See if the structure of this revolver is similar to your one?"

"Colt Fire Serpent!" Spark's face recognized the weapon that exuded a fire-like aura.

"Well, the vision is good, then we will recognize each other~" The fly said.

"Yes, Uncle Fly!" Sparky said with a happy expression.

"No, no, since you know me, you should change your pronunciation when you call me," said the fly, opening his mouth, "Look at my mouth, it's not a fly, it's the sky of the sky, the eagle's eagle!"

"What? are you a goshawk, the first person under the god of guns?" Sparker said in surprise as if he had seen the gods descend.

"Yes, someone used to call me that, hehe!" the man, who used to be called a fly and is now a goshawk, nodded in acknowledgement.