"I'm standing here, ready to wait for your challenge. Baroque looked calm.

"Baroque don't ...... , Selt ...... He is the demon of the gladiatorial arena, you don't know the rules of the gladiatorial arena, fighting energy and magic are not allowed here, and the shamanic power of our orcs is also forbidden. The competition is completely about the skills of martial arts, and the instinct and blood of the body. Celt has lived almost half his life in the gladiatorial arena, and you won't be his opponent. Barrotan was in a hurry and dissuaded the Baroque.

The good brother did not become a slave but a free man, and was even able to get a warrant from the king, and Barotan really didn't want him to encounter accidents here. The tribe has been destroyed, and being able to have a tribe live freely is a small comfort and sustenance for all the orcs from the gravel wasteland.

"Baroque, let's go, get out of here and go to the tundra, the legends left by our ancestors, where our roots are. These humans let us pretend to be orcs of the Frostwolf Clan, don't we know that our blood is passed down from there, go to our compatriots, and never come back. "The old orc, who had passed out after being pounced on by a lion, had come to his senses at some point, and walked to Baroque with his support, he was already the oldest of the survivors.

Baroque had some impressions, remembering that at the meeting of the barbarian lizard tribe, he saw this old man, who seemed to be called Ziad, the patriarch of a small tribe. "Patriarch Ziad, take our compatriots to the side, we have the same ancestor, the same bloodline, under the gaze of the totemic spirit, do you think I will do anything to abandon my people and run away?"

"And ......" Baroque smiled slightly, "I won't necessarily lose!" "He has confidence, Massimo has been a gladiator all his life, fighting for his life in the gladiatorial arena, and finally being able to die well at the age of eighty, in addition to his good luck blessed by the gods, his own strength is crucial. The old man had nothing to hide, and taught all the gladiatorial skills and fighting techniques to the Baroque. Baroque is a terrifying brain with two souls fused and has fully learned these techniques. It can be said that even though Baroque at this time had never fought with others, he was not afraid of anyone!

The whole gladiatorial arena was in a commotion, and the demon Celt hadn't personally gone out of the gladiatorial fight for a long time, which made all the guards, instructors, slaves, and other gladiators gather around, looking forward to watching this wonderful performance———— the scene of the baroque slashing the lion to death was very shocking, except for the use of fighting qi when accelerating, the whole process was completely a desperate fight, pure and broken gladiatorial arena killing. Whether it is his speed or strength, he should not be underestimated, and he will be an equal opponent for Selter. And this kind of opponent has not appeared for a long time, and everyone, even the cranky Delta and the angry Seston, are interested!

"You can pick the way of gladiatorial fighting, bare-handed, weapons, bows and arrows, and horseback attacks...... Or enter the Colosseum to fight to the death, you choose!" Celt did not despise the youth of the orc in front of him, and he never despised any opponent. Only an idiot would do that...... On the battlefield of life and death, even in the face of an unarmed baby, Celt will end his life before expressing his feelings. There have been too many such people around me in the past, who have lost their lives simply because of some ridiculous negligence. It is not for nothing that he has been able to dominate the gladiatorial arena of the Kingdom of Paddington for so many years.

"Oh, I'm a guest, you're the host, or you're here to recommend!" Baroque said indifferently, he saw that the beastly man in front of him was a madman, a madman who had lived his whole life in bloody struggles. This kind of person absolutely disdains to calculate the opponent in the way of fighting.

"Very well, this is a rehearsal before the grand gladiatorial show! I announce that the winner will be rewarded with twenty gold coins. The Marquis of Delta smiled, placing his money bag on the stone table in front of him.

This is definitely a lot of wealth, you must know that a gladiator in good condition can be bought for only three or five gold coins, and twenty gold coins are enough for Wang Du's ordinary family to live comfortably for several years of wealth.

Celt pouted in disdain, he didn't like gold coins, all he had in mind was the bloody fights in the arena, Baroque was right, he was indeed a madman!

Baroque is an outlier among the orcs, so it doesn't feel insulted...... Even if he is a free man!, he nodded and said in a voice that everyone could hear, "Very well, this money is enough to change some good clothes and food for my people." ”

Whether it is self-confidence or arrogance, you can only know by comparison. Celt is fortunately not completely brainless, since Baroque let him choose the way, he thought about it, and said: "You carry the king's warrant, I can't kill you, change to a blunt wooden weapon, of course, broken legs and hands are probably inevitable, you have to be prepared!" He chose to fight with weapons, and Baroque nodded indifferently.

Soon two black wooden swords and shields were brought in, made of special black wood, strong and heavy, almost as heavy as iron weapons.

Everyone left the gladiatorial arena and climbed into the stands, and the Baroque tribesmen were also blocked out of an iron fence, looking at the arena worriedly, there was not much joy in the reunion with the clansmen, and they must not turn into sadness in the end.

Celte picked up a sword and a shield, turned around and walked towards the outer circle! Baroque took off his clothes, also put on his upper body, showing his solid muscles that were not inferior to Celte, picked up his sword and shield, and slowly walked towards the outer circle. After a few dozen steps apart, the two stopped and looked at each other.

The Marquis of Delta threw out a handkerchief and landed in the middle of the door, and when the handkerchief hit the ground, Baroque and Celt moved at the same time!

Two-player gladiatorial battles are different from small legion gladiatorial fights, the field is not open enough, and there is no need to bother to command, they compete with each other for speed, strength, and the opportunity to choose to attack, sometimes completely instinctively. When the two shields slammed together, the sword in his hand slashed at the thigh exposed below. There was a dull clash, and the two black wood swords were strong enough that they were not broken.

The sword in his hand was blocked from castration, and his left arm was slightly numb from the impact of the shield, and the two violently pushed each other away, staggered, looked at each other cautiously, and slowly walked. They had just tried each other's speed and strength, and they were comparable. Everyone is looking for weaknesses, occasionally exchanging blows, and immediately retreating.

There was a bit of dreary in the stands, and it seemed disappointing that there was no bloody fight as imagined, only those powerful gladiators, from the Baroque and Celtic fights, saw something shocking!

The fact that the demon Celt was actually forced to be cautious can only show that the orc boy's gladiatorial fighting skills are powerful and terrifying. On several occasions, Celt used a very strange but stealthy attack, which was easily dodged by Baroque, as if he had expected to do so. Instead, he used this to launch a counterattack, leaving Celt in vain.

Those are secret techniques that are passed down among gladiators, and few people learn them, because they require enough fighting and training. Celt had been in the arena for decades, so it wasn't strange that he learned it, but what about the orc?

Soon the contemplative people were attracted by the sudden change in the field, and when they found that they could not help each other, they simply gave up their defenses, and they threw down their shields, held the wooden swords in both hands, and slashed at each other fiercely. Block, Slash, Strike, Spin Split...... , I couldn't tell who was attacking whom, and the people who watched were dazzled, and in that stormy attack, I asked myself, even Delta, the earth knight, had to admit that if he only competed in combat skills regardless of his fighting spirit, he was not the opponent of the following two people at all, and it would be a question whether he could even block ten rounds.

The scene gradually became what people wanted to see, gorgeous and exciting. People have forgotten the surprising age of the orc's youth, and his performance without falling behind is surprising. Delta touched her beard and suddenly had a thought...... Putting this guy into the arena to perform is sure to make the prince of Audria happy......!

The Baroque preserves its strength...... It's not that he has the power of beast warfare and shamanism. Perhaps because of the strength of his soul, in the process of frantically attacking with Selt, he was even surprised to find that he still had the strength to observe Selt's expression. This man is really crazy, he has completely fallen into a kind of frenzy, and all the fighting is completely instinctive, like a beast, more orcs than orcs!

I don't know how many times I slashed at it, but the black wood sword finally withstood an untold amount of force, and with a crisp click, it shattered and exploded. The red-eyed Celt roared, fitting into the past, he was completely in a frenzy at this time, and he had long forgotten that he had chosen to fight with weapons in the first place, and blasted at Baroque with his bare hands.

Baroque's eyes froze, his left foot pushed half of his body sideways, and at the moment when Celt's fist hit the air and leaned forward, his right fist smashed hard into his left rib. Celt reacted swiftly, bending his arm in an instant, turning his fist into an elbow and smashing into Baroque's head. Baroque also bowed his head suddenly, and the direction of the initial punch remained the same, still smashing into Celt's left ribs.

After all, Celt was already old, and a man in his sixties could not compare with the young and strong Baroque, who had just consumed too much strength in fighting weapons, and Baroque was just feeling warmed up. The dodge wasn't completely dodged, and Celter only felt his ribs suddenly become numb, as if there was a crisp sound, and then he felt his legs and feet take a step backwards in disobedience.

There was no room for mercy in the gladiatorial arena, and Baroque was ruthless at the moment, taking advantage of the situation to pounce on him, bending his left leg and slamming it into Selt's abdomen, grabbing his shoulders with both hands to prevent Selt from falling because of the knee impact. Then the left knee, which had just fallen, rose up again and slammed into ...... Lift ...... Strike...... When Celt vomited blood in his mouth, the redness in his eyes dissipated and dimmed, and at the same time, there were exclamations in the stands, and there was a loud shout from Delta, Baroque smiled coldly, grabbed Celte's body, screamed like a dragon, and threw Celte, who was more than 200 pounds, into the audience stands several meters high!

The entire gladiatorial arena was silent! Then a terrible roar broke out......!