Bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena.

The third wave of slave gladiators and purple-haired hyenas kicked off in an exhibition match.

With the neat shouts of 30,000 spectators, the iron gate of the underground passage in the center of the venue was slowly opened, and three extremely fierce purple-haired hyenas rushed out.

Fiery killing shouts erupted, accompanied by three dusty sandstorms, rushing towards Wang Tiedan.

The form is very unfavorable for Wang Tiedan, in the face of the cruel encirclement and suppression of the three purple-haired hyenas, coupled with the affectionate curses of 30,000 people, he has no way to escape, and it is difficult to fly. He could only raise his two tragic middle fingers angrily towards the sky, and then turned around and ran away without grace, without the heroic demeanor of a purple-haired hyena who had just killed a purple-haired hyena.

"You noble people are waiting for Lao Tzu, and one day, you will all kneel at Lao Tzu's feet and sing conquest!"

Before the words fell, a few tenths of a second later, three ferocious purple-haired hyenas came over, like hungry earth dogs, and they all showed their deadly fangs towards Wang Tiedan.

"Hey, I'm a god, let's say it first, the three of you are not allowed to spit fireballs, you will chase me if you are a master, otherwise Lao Tzu will fight with you to the death. ”

With thick thighs, wearing the robe of 'Brother Sharp' in his previous life, and holding an unusually majestic part, Wang Tiedan ran quickly with all his strength, only hating his father and mother for having two legs.

He wanted to die now.

What kind of world is this, there is no humanity at all, these noble people, do they like the performance art of beasts eating living people so much?

One man and three beasts, circled around the circular gladiatorial arena round and round, launched a rally of speed and passion.

............

In the VIP room on the second floor, the ghost-faced man in black looked at Wang Tiedan, who was running wildly, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes under the mask.

"Haha, little bastard, just run, see how long you can hold on, the faster you run, the faster you die. ”

"Little trash, look at how you survive today, the task given to me by the master has finally been completed......"

"Haha, a generation of holy sons was chased and killed by three ants, and in the end they had to become the stomach of animals, I don't know if the old immortal of the temple will vomit blood and die in anger after knowing it. ”

The black-clothed man with the ghost face laughed wildly, then sat down slowly, proudly crossed Erlang's legs, and continued to watch the performance in the center of the venue.

............

Wang Tiedan now feels that he has no way out.

Originally, there were more than a dozen slave gladiators who were lucky enough to survive on the field, but within a few minutes, he was the only one left on the field, and the other slaves became snacks in the mouths of the lions.

He also wanted to save them, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The wails and desperate eyes of the slaves before they died broke Wang Tiedan's heart, and he shed sad tears for the first time in his life.

What kind of world did you come in? Isn't there any law here that can restrain such brutal acts except killing, cold-bloodedness, and cruelty?

Wang Tiedan's heart was extremely tragic at this time, he felt that he was the only resistance fighter in this world, the savior of all the lowest people in this world, he felt that he couldn't just die, he had to resist, he had to fight, he had to say no to this cannibalistic world!!

The shiny skill tree in his mind is the proof of his survival, and the three skills that exude golden light are his hope for turning the tables.

[Heavy Attack], [Howl], [Dominating Axe].

In the center of the field, Wang Tiedan, who was running fast, suddenly stopped his body and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

A tragic, desolate, ancient cry descended on this world for the first time.

It was after this roar that did not bow to fate that the mutation protruded-

A mysterious and strange invisible force erupted from Wang Tiedan's roar, like a shocking wave, turning over the river and the sea, spreading out in all directions.

The unthinkable happened.

Within 10 meters of Wang Tiedan's body, a terrifying shock wave burst out, and the three purple-haired hyenas who chased after him crashed into the shock wave, and then instantly turned around and fled in horror, as if they saw some terrifying peerless demonic beast, they were so frightened that their souls were scattered, and their galls and livers were broken......

The Barbarian Warrior's Cry Skill - [Howl].

The skill's side effect - Heaven-shattering scream, causes enemies within a certain radius to flee in fear.

The magical skills of the barbarian warriors in the dark game have once again descended to the other world.

Wang Tiedan looked at the purple-haired hyenas who fled in panic, and knew in his heart that this was an opportunity, a great opportunity to turn the tables around.

Without hesitation, without retreat, he rushed forward bravely, and with a powerful straight punch, he hit directly on the lion that fell on the back.

Barbarian Warrior Skill - [Heavy Attack]

Touch!!!

The last lion was hit by the terrifying power of the barbarians in Wang Tiedan's body, and he only had time to let out a miserable scream, and then the lion body flew up, threw more than ten meters high, and fell to the ground fiercely, his skull shattered into powder, and bright red blood oozed from the seven holes.

The remaining two purple-haired hyenas seemed to be frightened, and no longer had the wildness and ferocity of the first time out of the cage, and ran towards the passage below, the speed was extremely fast, and they hid in the cage below in the blink of an eye, and never dared to come out again.

The power of a roar, the edge of a punch.

The scene was reversed in an instant.

In the bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena, nearly 30,000 people were dumbfounded.

This slave gladiator was so violent?

What kind of power is this?

......

Under the scorching sun, in the gladiatorial arena.

The nobles all felt an uncontrollable sense of terror welling up in their hearts, and this fear rolled in their hearts, raging and roaring, and no one in the audience dared to speak, and all of them stared blankly at the slave gladiator in the center of the field.

The atmosphere was eerie and silent.

Wang Tiedan didn't even look at the purple-haired hyena that fell to the ground, his eyes always stayed on the sand not far away, it was the blood left by the slave gladiators, and his eyes showed a sad look.

It would have been nice if he had killed the purple-haired hyena earlier, and he wouldn't have had to die so many people, but he had just inherited the profession of a barbarian warrior, and he didn't have time to adapt to this body, so he couldn't blame him for not saving him when he died.

The next moment, he lowered his head, turned around and left the gladiatorial arena, his back was gloomy, and he disappeared into the dungeon passage.

............

In the VIP room on the second floor, it was a mess at this time, the tables and chairs were knocked over to the ground, and the bright red wine was splashed everywhere, which was shocking to see.

The ghost-faced man in black looked at Wang Tiedan, who had left unharmed, in disbelief, with a frightened look in his eyes, and a feeling that something was wrong in his heart.

"How is it possible, this little bastard obviously didn't 'awaken the holy power', how could he kill the purple-haired hyena......"

"Oh my God, where the hell did he get the power!!"

"Could it be that the 'Cursed Potion' has failed?"

The ghost-faced man in black immediately denied his idea in his heart. It is impossible to awaken the holy power again by drinking the cursed holy water, and it must be the 'cursed holy water' that has changed his physique and given him terrifying power. It can't go on like this, this little bastard must die early, lest he have long nights and dreams, so that he can turn over some tricks.

"Guard, call your steward. ”

Outside the door, the guard who had been waiting for the service pushed the door and walked in, bowed down and said, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment, I have already informed our chief steward, Lord Wu, and he will come soon." ”

With that, the guard bowed his head and bowed down, and withdrew.

A moment later, the door of the VIP room on the second floor was opened, and a fat man with a round figure walked in with a smile.

"Hahaha, I'm the chief steward of the bloodthirsty gladiatorial arena, my name is 'Wu Liang', I don't know what the adults called me for?"

The ghost-faced man in black glanced back at the smiling steward who couldn't see his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wu Liang?What a good name for Nyima......

Ignoring Wu Liang's hot face, the ghost-faced man in black said coldly: "The slave who just came on the field, let him play tomorrow, I don't want to see him leave the gladiatorial arena alive tomorrow, do you understand what I mean?"

Wu Liang, the steward who was still smiling, immediately put away his enthusiastic smile when he heard that he was going to send his slaves to death, changed his solemn face, and said with a righteous and awe-inspiring voice: "I'm sorry lord, all my slaves are my wealth, I can't just die in vain, you know, this slave hasn't earned a gold coin for me......"

Before Wu Liang could say anything, the ghost-faced man in black took out a bag of gold coins from his arms and threw it over.

Swish!

The chief steward Wu Liang took the bag with his hands and feet, opened it quickly, looked at the shiny gold coins inside, the corners of his eyes twitched excitedly, but his mouth said hard: "This, my slave is very valuable......"

Wow, another bag of gold coins was thrown over.

Wu Liang, the chief steward, quickly took the bag and hid it in his clothes again, for fear that the ghost-faced man in black would regret his slow movements, but he sang an octave voice in his mouth: "My lord, the slaves under the villain are all peerless breeds, and each one of them is my heart's meat......"

The ghost-faced man in black looked at Wu Liang, the steward with a righteous face, and had the urge to strangle this dead fat pig.

This dead fat man has such a big appetite that he even says the disgusting flesh of his heart...... is worthy of being the chief steward of the gladiatorial arena, and he is a bit bold.

Well, the third bag of gold coins was thrown over.

The steward Wu Liang quickly took it away again, took out a handful of gold coins, and couldn't put it down, his fat face trembled excitedly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Venerable lord, you can put one hundred and twenty hearts, this No. 250 slave, he will die tomorrow......"

The ghost-faced man in black received a satisfactory answer, and left the private room without looking back, leaving the steward Wu Liang to be overjoyed.

Seeing that the person was gone, Wu Liang hurriedly picked up a piece of gold coin and blew it on his lips, put it to his ears, enjoyed the pleasant buzzing sound, and said to himself: "Tsk, this No. 250 little bastard, you dug up someone's ancestral grave, let the family spend so much money to buy you dead?"

"But then again, does this need to spend so much money to buy him dead, just kill him with his own hands, I really don't understand your noble circle, and it has to be so roundabout to kill someone. ”

The ghost-faced black-clothed man who had already walked away seemed to hear the steward Wu Liang's self-talk, stood there for a moment, and suddenly let out a sneer, "You greedy dead fat pig, if I can do it myself, I still need to look for you, I'm afraid that as soon as I make a move, the first person to die will be my ......."