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Thumbs down, it's a gesture for him to kill!

Ronald's movements did not escape Debo's gaze, but he squinted and ignored them. Because Ronald is right, the gladiatorial arena is only exciting when you see blood!

Mask duels are endlessly full of business opportunities and wealth, and the death of a bronze slave for the sake of the Colosseum's income is heart-wrenching, but totally worth it.

Cowan held the end of the axe in one hand, the heavy blade of the axe dragging on the ground, the hard ground rubbing against the blade, making a mark.

The bronze slave on the opposite side was also fearless, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in front of his chest, and walked towards Cowan.

At first, he walked slowly, and gradually his pace increased, until he became a rush......

The slave's shield was in front of his chest, his body was lowered, half of his body was covered by the shield, and only a pair of eyes were exposed to observe Cowen's movements.

Cowan wore a bull's head mask on his face, and no one could see his expression through the bronze mask, only to see Cowan holding the axe in his arm, and flicked it violently, and the heavy axe gun was like an iron whip towards the other party.

On the battlefield, axes and guns are generally mainly chopping, with strong momentum and simple moves. Although it is incredibly powerful, if you dodge it carefully, it is easy to get close to the side of the body, and at that time, the axe gun loses its deterrent power.

But he didn't expect Cowan's arm strength to be far beyond his expectations and estimates, the heavy axe gun in the eyes of ordinary people was as light as a straw in Cowan's hand, only to hear the whistling sound of breaking the air, the slave's face changed suddenly, his body rolled on the ground, the axe and gun grazed his scalp, and smashed on the ground.

Rumble!

The ground was smashed into a pit by the axe, and cracks spread along the place where the axe had landed, and dust fluttered.

Cowan grabbed the handle of the axe in both hands, lifted the axe gun, and swept it towards the slave's waist. The slave had barely risen from the ground, and before he could stand still, the axe and spear had swept over.

His face was extremely ugly, his teeth were clenched, and he used all his strength to meet him with his shield in front of him.

Judging from the contact just now, Cowen's strength has far exceeded his estimate, and Cowan must not be allowed to use his strength enough, otherwise he will not have a chance to carry it hard.

The instinct honed from the battlefield allowed him to advance instead of retreating, trying to block Cowen's axe and gun in mid-air and minimize the force of the collision.

The shield and the axe gun collided together, and the fighting spirit collided with a roar.

The shield shattered, the slave flew upside down, and blood spurted out of his mouth!

The patrons in the stands looked at Cowan standing there with axes and guns in amazement, and then let out a rush of noise. They may not know how to fight, but they can at least see the fighting spirit of the bronze level.

A slave with bronze-level strength, under the axe and gun of this minotaur, he couldn't hold even a move, and he was shocked by his physique and strength far beyond ordinary people.

Depo gasped as well, his vision was higher than that of the customers in the stands, so he understood better what this one-sided battle meant.

"Oh my God, that's terrible strength, those ladies won't be able to sleep for him tonight!" said Depo, looking at Cowan standing tall in the field, in an envious tone.

Whether the ladies in the stands will not be able to sleep for Cowan tonight, I am afraid only they know, but the slave in the field is already going crazy, which everyone can see.

It's obviously a bronze-level existence, but when facing an opponent of the same level, he can't even catch a move, and this result is probably difficult for anyone to accept.

Cowan's physicality is just too strong!

"The result is already doomed, it's really an unfair matchup......" Ronald sighed and turned to leave, not ready to continue watching.

When Di Bo heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Isn't this an unfair duel on your subordinates, and on the side that is abusive to your opponent...... It seems that everyone here is qualified to say such things, but you are not the only one!

Dipo wanted to complain, but he put up with it.

On the playing field, Cowan lifted his axe and smashed it hard at the blood-vomiting slave, this time not with a sharp axe blade, but with a heavy blunt object.

Click~

The slave fell to the ground, his shoulder hit by a blunt object, his bones shattered, and blood splattered from his flattened shoulder.

I only heard a miserable scream from his mouth, staring at a pair of eyes, and his face was full of hatred.

Cowan raised his axe and fell, and the slave's smashed arms were cut straight from his body.

The sharp pain hit the brain, and the screams from the slave's mouth became very weak, and his eyes rolled and he passed out.

"Die, die, die, die, die......"

The axe in Cowen's hand lifted and fell, lifted and fell, and his mouth let out a terrifying, chilling roar like a spell.

With each roar, the axe and gun would slash at the slave's body, and after more than a dozen sounds, this slave with bronze-level strength had been completely dismembered into pieces of minced meat.

Quiescence......

There was not a single sound from the audience in the entire arena, only heavy gasps and the sound of trembling limbs hitting tables and chairs.

The roar, like a magic word from the abyss, made them stiff and unable to move.

I don't know how long it took, but finally someone couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, suddenly stood up from the chair, waved the cane in his hand vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Minotaur! Minotaur!"

"Minotaur!"

"Minotaur!"

Boiling, agitated, the entire audience area finally came to their senses, looking at the burly man with the bull's head mask, as if they wanted to merge the last bit of strength in their bodies into the shouts.

Cowan stood on the field, axe gun in hand, and let out a roar of rage from his head to the sky.

I saw that he held the axe and gun violently with both hands, and the muscles of his arm swelled to the limit, and under the terrible brute force, the hard, heavy axe and gun were broken in two by him, and then thrown to the ground with force.

In the audience, an audience member saw this scene, and was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and fainted on the spot.

"Coins, lots of coins!" Dipo stood there, listening to the cheers and clamor of the audience, his whole body was so excited that his breath became rapid.

"Director Dipo......"

"Director Debo, wake up......"

"What's wrong with you, Director Depo?"

Dipo also fainted excitedly.