The stiff corpse was dragged down by the staff, like dragging a piece of discarded debris, and the cold and numb expression on the staff's face made people feel a trace of indifference to life in addition to the frenzy.

The victors are greeted from the ring with cheers, enjoying the kisses of flowers and beauties, while the losers lie in the mountains of garbage, waiting to become food for some monster or beast.

Here is the Sky Tower, savage, cruel, ruthless, and only the victors have the right to enjoy everything.

"Are you scared?", sitting in the innermost seat belonging to the contestants and participants, the poisonous wolf tilted his head and asked Rosie.

Less than half an hour after the two were seated, three people had already died, and almost all the losers would have been sentenced to death by angry spectators.

These audiences came from major cities in the Eastern Regions, and in addition to the wealthy businessmen and magnates, more were ordinary people. They are not here to watch the battle, nor to learn good combat experience, but purely to gamble and vent the most primitive brutality in human genes. Alcohol, death, gambling, intertwined into the darkest atmosphere of the Sky Tower. Every day, people die because they bet on the wrong player's family, and there are gladiators or samurai who have their heads cut off because of their inferior skills.

Rosie took a deep breath, and he looked around at the various audiences, and his heart was peaceful. The madness of these people does not come from their own hearts, but they have lost their way in the journey of life and have lost their awe. They have forgotten the greatness of life, the dignity of good virtue, and the virtues that should be human beings.

Lamentable!

But not terrible!

Rosie shook his head and threw the badge to the poisonous wolf, "Sign up for me!"

The wolf patted Rossi on the shoulder, squeezed his way through the crowd, walked to a separate area at the bottom, and handed the crystal badge to a clerk.

Soon, Rossi's name will be on the central board on this floor, and he will be on stage for the first time as a newcomer. For this reason, the Sky Tower has offered high odds, which can be regarded as a preferential treatment for newcomers.

The poisonous wolf used all his savings to buy Rosie to win, and he was very optimistic about Rosie, at least at this level, Rosie was unlikely to lose.

Some people like to bet on newcomers because the odds for newcomers are too high, and the benefits far outweigh the risks. Before Rossi took the stage, someone in the audience waved and signed tickets and shouted Rossi's name, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm.

The referee was a very strong Quint man, about two meters tall, who pretended to be like a cow. His black-and-white eyes rolled and glanced at Rosie and pointed to the ring. The poisonous wolf hurriedly pushed Rossi to climb up, and he instructed very seriously on the edge of the ring: "Don't show mercy, and remember to please the audience." ”

Rosie frowned and didn't speak.

His opponent is a prospective newcomer with three wins, 1.8 meters tall, slightly thin. He stood in the ring and looked down at Rosie, his eyes full of contempt. He looked down on Rosie, a teenage gladiator? Don't be kidding, at this age you can only be a beast fighter, wouldn't being a gladiator kill yourself? But that's fine, at least let him pick up a bargain and add a winning chance to his resume.

Rosie noticed that the man's right foot was always subconsciously padded, and his heel kept shaking slightly.

The Quint threw a handful of dirt on the ring and patted the table, "Ten Newt, if there is no winner or loser, it will be a draw." ”

Rosie nodded, and the other party nodded, and the game officially began.

"Now you still have a chance to admit defeat, once I fight, I can't control myself, and even if you admit defeat at that time, I'm afraid I won't stay. The big man on the opposite side grinned with an arrogant expression, and from the look at the cards, Rossi knew his name, which was Harvey. He patted his right leg, and the audience suddenly set off a wave of noise, and the audience was all waving tickets and shouting Harvey's name.

Harvey seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, he raised his hands and turned to face the audience, which made the audience even more frantic with his provocation and disdain.

"Kill him!"

"Harvey, kill him!"

Rossi clenched his fists to suppress the slightest throbbing in his heart, and he observed that Harvey's right foot had been shaking slightly, his heel had been raised, and his forefoot was on the ground, and his whole leg seemed to be springed. This is a sign before the attack, this guy shouldn't be as naïve as it seems.

Harvey spun around twice, but Rosie didn't take the opportunity to sneak up on him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

In fact, he is really acting, in the first three victories, except for the first one is a positive and bright frontal hard anal death of the opponent, the other two times are to use such a posture to seduce the opponent to sneak attack.

Harvey is not stupid, and he doesn't have eyes behind him, but the audience has eyes. Whenever the opponent couldn't stand the teasing and attacked him, the audience would always exclaim in fear, and as long as the audience exclaimed, he would immediately make the most violent counterattack.

But this time, he failed, and Rossi was not seduced by his seemingly manic and reckless actions.

With a dark face, Harvey turned around, took a deep breath, and shook his shoulders in an attacking stance. He cautiously approached Rosie with small steps, wondering if it was this newcomer who didn't know how to attack him, or if he had seen through his own tricks?

No, it should not be that you have seen through it, but you dare not attack. Harvey had already labeled Rosie as a novice in his heart, and he immediately felt a lot more relieved and began to try to reach out to attack Rosie's upper body.

Tentative attacks often don't have offensive power, and are more aimed at triggering the opponent's counterattack and creating an opportunity for themselves to defend and counterattack. He threw several punches in a row, but Rossi was always defending, and he didn't take the initiative at all.

As the clock ticked by, the gamblers in the audience who had bought Harvey's victory began to get agitated, and the guys who had praised Harvey loudly before began to swear and curse. Their behavior also made a change in Harvey's mentality. He was not in a hurry to attack, but he also began to go berserk.

In a series of temptations, Rossi suddenly saw Harvey's right foot slam on the ground, and he was so shocked that he unexpectedly raised his leg and kicked the knee of Harvey's right leg. At this moment, Harvey's powerful right leg had been accumulated, he twisted his waist with a cruel smile, borrowed the strength of his waist, twisted his left foot, and threw his right leg up violently.

But at this moment, his sinister smile froze, and the ball of Rossi's foot kicked his fragile knee. The collision of the two forces, with mental arithmetic or unintentional, hit the vital point again, and after a click, Harvey staggered back a few steps with a pale face. His right leg twisted into a 120-degree angle, and there was a dead silence in the audience.

All this happened in an instant, and even many people didn't know what was going on, only to see Harvey's left and right combination punches, forcing Rossi to defend in embarrassment, but he suddenly took a few steps back and broke his leg. This scene confused many people, but they couldn't hide it from some of the gladiators and samurai present, their eyes lit up and they began to look at Rossi squarely.

Rosie had never been a man of all means, and with a huge impact, he crashed into Harvey's arms. His elbow smashed Harvey's ribs hard, and Harvey's face turned pale. He turned around and wanted to run out and admit defeat, but Rossi didn't give him this chance, reached out and grabbed Harvey's hair and pulled it down hard, then leaned upward, raised his knee and slammed it at Harvey's face.

Harvey's 1.8-meter-tall man trembled violently and fell to the ground, his face was bleeding profusely, and one eye had burst open, and blood was flowing all over his face. The hands subconsciously wanted to support the body, but after the brain was hit hard, the whole person had temporarily lost his sense of balance, and he didn't get up several times in a row.

In just a dozen seconds, the winner has been decided.

After a dead silence, the auditorium erupted completely.

Countless spectators tore their tickets apart and threw them into the air, roaring and cursing Harvey as he fell to the ground, and everyone who bet on Harvey raised their fists high, thumbs down, and roared angrily.

"Kill him this piece of shit!"

"Let this money-losing thing die!"

"Kill him!"

The Quint patted the countertop, "Hurry up." ”

Rosie looked at the panicked Harvey, squatted down, one hand gently covered his forehead, the warm feeling of the palm of his hand brought Harvey a sense of security, he no longer struggled, lay quietly, panting. The only remaining eye also regained clarity, and he looked at Rosie with this only remaining eye, without hideousness, without fear, without killing intent.

"I forgive you. Rosie's tone was filled with an indescribable sense of sacredness, like the father of all, whispering comfort in Harvey's ear, "I forgive you for the mistakes you have committed, the evil you have done, and all the sorrow and hatred you have created." You come clean, and you will go to ...... clean. Rossi tapped his forehead with both fingers, drew a cross on his chest, and pinched Harvey's neck with his right hand and twisted it slightly.

He looked at Harvey, who still had a lingering attachment to life in his eyes, and slowly stood up.

The audience screamed in amazement, some people waved their tickets, some people stared at the dead Harvey, all of them were so distorted.