Fang Ning secretly cheered for himself, slowly accumulating strength in his heart, to be brave and to win.

This gladiatorial fight was thrilling to watch Fang Ning, but for the audience outside the venue, it was just a boring break tidbit.

The second gladiatorial fight began, and with the host's shouting, ten women came up, all of them beautiful women, with corset lace trimmed tops. The lower body wears a long skirt. The delicate curves of the body are looming, and there is a bit of wildness in the beauty.

They didn't have any weapons in their hands, they split into two groups, cursed each other, and then smashed, pulled, and in the process of fighting, tore each other's clothes apart, and both sides ended up naked, falling together, and wrestling on the ground.

This is not so much a gladiatorial fight as a sensational meat show, these women are specially trained, the purpose is to make the audience cool to watch, and make the audience laugh.

Viewers who like to watch this kind of fight, the reward coins keep dropping, and in the end, the ten women are divided into winners and losers, five are completely knocked down and become captives, the victors sell their spoils on the spot, and the losers keep asking for help, who can pay to save them, can spend the night with them.

In the end, the farce ended, the time was almost up, the audience returned to their positions, and on both sides of the arena, small legions of two hundred men appeared.

They are neatly equipped, on one side is the Tianluo Emperor's ** regiment dressed, Changge soldiers, bronze hammer fighters, iron swordsmen, tiger and leopard cavalry, strong archers, warlocks, spells, and onmyoji, these people, whether they are gladiators or prisoners, have something to do with the Tianluo Empire.

On one side were legions of Gallic barbarians, either prisoners of war or slaves, most of whom came from Gaul, an old enemy of the Tenra Empire.

It was about to arrive when Fang Ning appeared, when the host of the martial arts arena came over and asked, "Boy, do you use your real name?"

Fang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Use a pseudonym." ”

The host said, "Okay, since you don't want to use your real name, there is a mask here, you can choose one yourself." By the way, what kind of pseudonym do you use?"

This is the benefit of the subjects of the empire to participate in gladiatorial fights, and the martial arena can hide their true identities for them,

Fang Ning glanced at it, and immediately took a fancy to one of the black masks, he picked up the mask and put it on his face, and said, "My pseudonym is called Tiannan." ”

Gu Tiannan gave his innate seed to Fang Ning, and when he died, Fang Ning decided to use his name and let him return to the world again as a commemoration.

After listening to this, the host said: "Tiannan? strange name, okay, boy, you're going to play, remember to fight for our empire, you want to win, don't die." ”

The main battle was about to start, and the host walked up and shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen, the last prologue battle before the main battle, the juvenile bloody battle, is about to begin." ”

With his voice, Fang Ning was pushed into the martial arts arena, and he walked towards the center of the martial arts arena step by step, at this time the ground was already covered with a layer of yellow sand, but there were some places where the blood stains could not be concealed, and Fang Ning walked on top of the blood and sand.

The host continued to shout loudly: "Whether a country or a nation can be strong or not depends on the young people, because they have infinite potential. The wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, the wisdom of the youth is the wisdom of the country, and the wealth of the youth is the country.

This is a gladiatorial battle between two teenagers, this is not played by the main battle legion, but the real battle between the Empire and Gaul, let's cheer together and welcome Meng Tie, the soul son from the Gallic Iron Bear tribe. ”

When he said Soul Child, he immediately shouted in surprise as some gladiators who were ready to fight to play the Gallic legions, and some of the audience on the stage also shouted in surprise.

The children of souls in the barbarian tribe of Gaul, representing the title of prince, young lord and the like, they have a noble status, because they have the potential to become the most powerful soul warriors in Gaul, the Iron Bear clan is the elite tribe of the Gallic bear people, and the power is very great, it is hard to believe that their soul children were captured and used in gladiatorial battles.

At this time, a bear-man boy walked up, he couldn't look no different from an ordinary human, and his body was also thin and weak, if he walked on the Imperial Street, he was no different from an ordinary boy.

He ** wears the upper body, with a giant bear tattoo on his back, vivid, and the real thing, in fact, this is not a tattoo, this is a bear soul, the bear he killed with his own hands, the soul gathers on his body, forming a tattoo. Seeing him appear, seeing this tattoo, in the Gallic legion, there were three or four people kneeling, all members of the bear clan, kowtowing to him.

Although the bear-man boy was thin and weak, he was holding an iron hammer, which was the size of a human head, and was made of fine iron at least sixty pounds, and it was like a wooden stick in his hand, weightless.

The host shouted loudly: "Now the young hero of our empire, Tiannan, has appeared......"

It was Fang Ning's turn to appear, and he slowly continued to move forward with his twin swords.

The host continued: "He is a young man Tiannan from our Kezhou, a civilian of our empire, and the child next door to us.

His mother was seriously ill, and in order to treat his mother, he resolutely went to the martial arts arena, which is our heroic boy - Tiannan. ”

With his introduction, there were bursts of discussion outside the venue, and all the audience was attracted at once, looking at Fang Ning in the field.

"Tiannan, a strange name, it's a fake name, but the other party is the soul son of the Iron Bear clan, and he will lose. ”

"Yes, you see this kid is thin and weak, but the big hammer in the other party's hand is at least sixty pounds, and he is more than lucky. ”

"For the sake of the, good boy, alas, it's a pity that good people don't have good rewards. ”

"You don't necessarily lose, you may be able to win, I think Tiannan is carrying a double sword, and the movements are smooth, maybe you can win." No matter what, just because he is an imperial person, and because of the character of saving his mother, I will press him to win. ”

"Yes, no matter how strong the power is, it is difficult to move, and if you hit the opponent, it is also a target. I also pressed Tiannan to win, this is our Kezhou people, whether we are close or not, hometown people, we can definitely win. ”

Countless spectators start to bet, as long as the amount is written on the corresponding rune paper, the rune paper will automatically fly away and gather to the casino, even if the bet is completed.

Fang Ning and Meng Tie were opposite, a foot apart, looking at each other, they were both fifteen-year-old teenagers, their bodies were very thin, they were going to fight to the death here today, only one of them could leave alive in victory.

The host was still talking sensationally, Fang Ning couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, his mind was all focused on the other party's enemy.

Slowly, he pulled out his two swords, an ordinary iron sword, a thousand-forged sword, one in each hand, and threw the scabbard on the ground.

These two swords, corundum is extremely gray and dark, not sharp, ordinary iron swords, under the sharpening technique, but turned into sharp swords, emitting endless sharp light!

Seeing this sword, Meng Tie's eyes changed, and he immediately recognized that the sharpness of this sword was the effect of sharpening the sword, as if he was happy, he silently waved the hammer in his hand, like a dancing windmill! The hammer seemed to have no weight in his hand, whirring the wind.

"Amani, I will live, I will definitely live, I will definitely go home! Amani, I miss you, Amani, wait for me, I will go home!"

Amani, which means mother in Gallic barbarians, Manti prayed silently.

Fang Ning held the dual swords, closed his eyes slightly, and the feeling of refining the sword in the innate seed resurfaced again, and he handed over the battle to his body.

He slowly squatted down, into a lunge, his waist bent to forty-five degrees, like the posture of hunting a tiger, the two swords separated, one hand, one diagonally upward, placed on his chest, and one hidden behind his back, like a back sword, the two swords crossed each other, into a strange fighting posture, which was completely an automatic reaction of the body.

"Mother, mother, I will definitely win, I will live, I must cure you!

Mother, I miss you, mother, wait for me, I will go home. ”