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The guards who were guarding stepped forward, and the black iron shackles imprisoned him again, and Albert did not resist from the beginning to the end.

He knew that resistance was futile, and that he could not escape on his own. There are nearly a thousand guards stationed in the arena, and many of them are powerful warriors.

Most importantly, the black iron shackles did not imprison his magic. Albert stumbled upon the discovery that after activating the Holy Soul, the forbidden effect of the black iron shackles would become invalid, which made him very excited. But in front of people, Albert never opened the Holy Soul, lest the fluctuations of magic emitted reveal his secrets.

"You're doing a great job. Jennifer swayed her waist, still wearing her black robe.

"I hope you can keep your promise. Albert said with a blank face.

"Of course, it's just a bit of broth. Jennifer shrugged, "You earned me 5,000 gold coins." ”

"Thank you. Albert nodded.

"Are you tired?" asked Jennifer abruptly, "I think you can do it again." ”

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The floodgates open again.

When the bright red hair came into people's eyes, the stands instantly scolded.

People roared, eager to rush into the arena and tear the bastard to shreds. Of course, this is just an idea, and no one wants to fight with the gladiators.

Albert turned a deaf ear to the scolding and silently watched the opponent. More than three meters tall, with a sturdy body like a hill, and two huge horns that bend forward.

It turned out to be his 'old friend' - Duncan.

Looking at Duncan's angry gaze, Albert looked solemn.

After untying the black iron shackles, Duncan's momentum skyrocketed, and the vitality fluctuations had reached seven stars.

"Be prepared to die!"

Duncan roared, lifted a mountain-opening giant axe weighing hundreds of pounds, and charged Albert with a silver-gray vitality that seemed to be absent on it.

Albert's eyes were like torches, and he picked up a long sword, which was filled with flames. He ran like the wind, and greeted Duncan without showing weakness.

"Bang!"

The axes and swords struck, and the silver-gray vitality and the red-gold flames intertwined, and a deafening loud sound erupted, and the sound echoed in the arena for a long time.

Albert flew upside down ten meters and slammed into the wall, shattering it open. He smacked his tongue secretly, it seemed that he had underestimated Duncan a little, and he couldn't imagine that the power of the Minotaur would be so great.

"Rookie, I'll let you know what power is!" Duncan took only three steps back before standing firmly, then slung the great axe on his shoulder, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Duncan's expression was calm, but his heart was slightly shocked.

It is unimaginable that the strength of a human being without the slightest fluctuation of vitality could be so great, which is simply incredible.

The other party must have used some method to conceal the fluctuations of vitality and pretend to be maze. Duncan found a more reasonable reason to convince himself.

But compared to Albert's power, the magic that didn't require chanting surprised him even more. Duncan had never seen such magic, and he knew very well that the sword in Albert's hand was not a magic weapon, just an ordinary steel product.

Not a magic swordsman, what would it be?

Not only Duncan, but also the people in the stands had the same question.

Albert struggled to his feet, dusted off his body, and smiled at Duncan, "Normal." ”

"Let's see if you'll be stiff-mouthed before you die!" Duncan roared, brandishing his great axe and charging at Albert again. His own weight, combined with the weight of the giant axe, weighed nearly a thousand pounds, and the ground trembled lightly as he ran. And the strange thing is that Duncan's speed is also amazing, which is extremely inconsistent with his size, and the distance of more than ten meters is instantaneous.

The great axe carried the sound of the howling wind, and Albert rolled on the spot, dodging the slash gracefully.

Under the action of inertia, the fallen giant axe continued to sink, and the blade of the axe split a crack in the ground, deeply embedded in the earth.

While Duncan drew his axe, Albert raised his foot and kicked the opponent's naked foot.

However, the battle-hardened gladiator was not a vegetarian, and Albert's attack was not only ineffective, but was smashed several meters away by Duncan's backhand.

Albert struggled to his feet, but before he could stand his feet, Duncan's great axe arrived.

The giant axe, which weighed more than five hundred pounds, was unleashed by Duncan's arms and fingers, and the attacks were continuous like a tidal wave, without a hint of bulkiness.

Suddenly, the shadow of the axe filled the sky, impermeable.

Gradually, Albert fell into the disadvantage, and was hit one after another, and several hideous bloody wounds appeared on his body.

The pain irritated every nerve, slowing his movements.

Albert's face was gloomy, and he didn't expect Duncan's axe skills to be so masterful, which made him feel threatened. He had always thought that he could defeat the Seven Star Warrior now, and that was the conclusion he had drawn from the Tiger King, but now it seemed that it was just whimsical.

There is also a big gap between the seven-star martial artists.

Compared to the Tiger King, Duncan's strength is not known to be much stronger, whether it is vitality or combat skills.

Albert gritted his teeth and persisted, a little unwilling. The pride and dignity of the dragon clan drove him, how could he lose in terms of fighting skills?

Of course, this is just Albert competing with himself.

If he used dragon magic, he would be able to win, but Albert didn't want to kill Duncan.

Under the onslaught of his opponents, Albert continued to absorb the fighting skills of the dragons, and as time passed, he gradually regained his disadvantage.

Duncan caught Albert's change and felt a hint of pressure. He was shocked in his heart, a little incredulous, a person's combat skills could improve so quickly, and after only one battle, he stepped from the apprentice level to the entry level, and then to the elite level. That's the experience that can only be accumulated after a hundred battles, what the hell is this kid in front of him?

Albert's attacks are getting faster and faster, and his movements are becoming more fluid.

Duncan's consternation had turned to horror, and his opponent had seen through his fighting rhythm, finding his attack blind spot every time.

Was it because the opponent was improving quickly, or was Albert just using his full strength now? Could it be that the other party was just playing tricks on him?

However, if there is urgency, chaos will arise, and chaos will be full of flaws.

Duncan's attacks were much faster, but they were out of order, and his momentum was gradually wearing out.

Albert's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he raised his leg and kicked the huge axe away. Then he rose to his feet, like an arrow that had been off the string, and smashed his fist into Duncan's chest.

Duncan was horrified, and quickly threw away the giant axe, covering his arms in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard, and Duncan was smashed back nearly ten meters by Albert, leaving two long drag marks on the ground.

Looking at Duncan, who was struggling to get up, Albert took a deep breath, raised his hand, and ten basketball-sized fireballs came out of his hand and shot at the opponent.

"Phew!"

Everyone in the stands was gasping for air, and ten fireballs were released in an instant, what the hell is this?

"Boom!"

The loud explosion shook the sky, and suddenly thick smoke billowed and dust filled the sky. The shockwave rippled through the arena.

A breeze blows, and the dust is blown away.

Duncan, charred and black, fell to the ground in horror.

Unbeknownst to Duncan, Albert had already shown mercy. If you use Dragon Flame Breath, Duncan is already dead.

Albert stood not far away, his face calm, as if nothing was right. Only a trembling body, several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone, proved that he had just gone through a hard battle. In reality, Albert is not as calm as he seems. He was a little glad that if it weren't for Duncan's eagerness, he wouldn't have won so easily.

After a while, Duncan struggled to his feet and hung his head, "Duncan is convinced." ”

Orcs are upright by nature and advocate force, and the Minotaurs are no exception. In the face of great strength, Duncan was convinced.

At this time, the invective began again in the stands. Duncan had the advantage all the way, but in the end he was turned around by Albert. Many people secretly speculated that this must be the arena operating in the dark, otherwise how could Duncan, a Yum gladiator, lose to a hairy boy.

The few Albert supporters were already happy by this time, proud of the clear choice, and even more excited about the gold coins. The happiest is still the Storm Arena, which has earned nearly 10,000 gold coins in this gladiatorial fight.

Under normal circumstances, this would be a week's worth of profit.

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At lunchtime, Albert walked to the dining hall surrounded by a group of slaves.

Today's food has really improved a lot, with a large piece of white bread and a bowl of thick soup with meat foam per person.

Everyone gave Albert a grateful look, knowing that it was all the boy's work. Albert's own food was even more abundant, with a full plate occupying a table. The delicacies on the plate made the slaves blush, but no one dared to come forward. There's no one who doesn't know the new boss who beat Duncan.

Albert did not have a monopoly on the food, and he called all the slaves, including Duncan.

Faced with the temptation of good food, Duncan did not refuse. He sat down beside Albert with a big grin, feasting on it, unaffected by the defeat.

Looking at the dozens of people gobbling up beside him, Albert thought a little.

These people come from all races, from cunning forest trolls, to savage orcs, to murderous orcs.

But at this time, they got along so well that they couldn't see the slightest shadow of cunning and ferocity. The reason for this is actually the abundance of food.

He had read the "Continental War Record", and there were many memories of the war in the Dragon Clan's heritage. Nine times out of ten, wars between ethnic groups are fought over food and resources. Blood feuds between races are also mostly caused by food.

The forest trolls who loot for a living are not greedy by nature. It's just because the forest trolls are suppressed by the elves and have no fixed place to live, so they can't produce food. The orcs who are constantly attacking the human frontier are not crazy people who have a penchant for killing. It's just because the land of the Orc Empire is barren that the food produced can't supply their huge stomachs at all.

The source of all this evil is the word hunger.

ps: The second update, lalala.