Amid incessant invective, Zar quietly walked out of the lounge, opposing Daoud and standing on the other side of the circular battlefield. The dark gray scale armor wrapped around his body, as if the hot atmosphere and color were cut off here, and the silent silence pulled his figure far away, and seemed a little out of place with the madness around him.

In the stands of the spectators, not everyone shouted loudly and kept shouting boos. Heider clenched the glass in his hand tightly, trembling slightly, not even caring if the wine spilled on the placket of his clothes. In the box on the other side, Leila kept shaking the veiled girl's arm, as if to emphasize that this was the person she recommended. As for the old man sitting next to him, his temperament changed completely, as if he had instantly lost his gentle disguise, and looked at the figure in the field with those sharp eyes like eagle falcons.

The boisterous ridicule was almost at its peak, and the presenter, Biar, glanced at Daoud, who was raising the corners of his mouth, and he decided to fill in the fire. "Dear friends, you know, normally, I don't favor away challengers......" His voice was a little unbearable, and the unknown audience focused their eyes on him, "But Lord God, who made me so kind? Zar, right? May I remind you, you seem to have forgotten your weapon......"

His words silenced the audience, and even the girl and the old man in the box frowned unconsciously. "Or are you ready to give up resistance and surrender directly?......"

The brief calm was shattered in an instant, and more violent laughter rushed to the leather ceiling of the gladiatorial arena, many laughing and wiping their tears, and some simply slid to the ground with their stomachs in their arms.

"Hahaha...... This guy is scared silly!"

"Go back, grab your weapon, wipe your neck! fool!"

"You might as well forget to come!hahaha......"

“......”

Daoud, who was standing in the distance, raised an eyebrow and handed his gaze to Zal. "Boy. I said that you had better abstain from voting, but unfortunately, you didn't take my advice......" He struck a chill beside him with the gladiatorial sword in his hand, "Say, how do you want to die? Or cut off the limbs?" his inquiry drew a cheer from the stands.

Zal was silent and did not speak, turning his head to look at the arbitrator Salire next to the moderator, who nodded in understanding, raised his palms and pointed at the two people in the room. As he moved, the cacophony quieted down. "In the twelfth game of the first round of the preliminary round, the gladiators of both sides are in position, and this game is a 'death battle', which can start immediately. ”

Host Bial chuckled. It seems that there is still some dissatisfaction with the degree of warm-up. Then he glanced at Daoud, and in the eyes of the other party indicating that he could do so, Bial immediately shouted loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen!

The shouts and applause of "Roar Roar Roar ......" instantly filled the entire gladiatorial arena, and Daoud bowed his back excitedly, shaking large chunks of muscle. Placing his axe and gladiatorial sword in front of him, he stared at Zal who was standing opposite. "Come on. Boy, let me see what you're up to!" he roared, his face bloodthirsty and hideous.

Zal clenched his fists, lowered his head, and suddenly rushed towards the other party with all his strength, and Biar's voice sounded like a shadow. "Oh, audience, it's hard to imagine that he chose to take the initiative! Let's see, what can he do......"

The crowd in the stands was completely boiling, and the deafening shouts instantly pushed the atmosphere in the stadium to a climax. In the midst of countless contempt, or ridicule, or disdain. Zal's speed became faster and faster, his long hazel hair was blown to the back of his head by the strong wind, and in his gray-blue eyes, the scarlet ring swirled and floated out, and the subtle fluctuations spread on his right arm, and he rushed forward!

The distance was squeezed out in an instant, and just when the two were only a few steps away, Daoud picked up his right arm and swept the gladiatorial sword in his hand towards Zhar's neck. But just then, Zar, who was close to him, suddenly held his left foot in front of him in high speed, and slid forward violently on the dirt-tamped ground.

Tilting his head slightly, with the harsh grinding sound of the ground, the tip of the gladiatorial sword brushed against Zhar's forehead. Just when Daoud's face showed a hint of astonishment, Zal's figure had already passed under his waving arm like a gray streamer, and not only that, but before he could withdraw his wrist, he was suddenly grabbed by Zal in his hand and pulled backwards together.

With a crisp sound, the huge momentum and the terrifying power of the "Death Wish" directly twisted and dragged Daoud's right arm into a straight line, dislocating it in an instant!

Daoud, who had almost drowned out all his senses from the sharp pain, didn't even have time to react, and fell to his knees with a thud, but Zal's attack was far from over. Holding the opponent's weak wrist, Zhal, who was standing behind Daoud, raised his hand to hold down the sword ball of the gladiatorial sword, and stabbed him in the back of the heart!

He let go of his wrist, pressed his shoulder with his left hand, and grabbed Daoud's chin with his right hand from the side of his face, and his entire right arm, which was covered with scales, was jerked back, and with a low, terrifying sound of bones, Daoud's neck spun in a terrible arc, and Zal's arm was thrown into the air like a long whip......

In an instant, it was just a moment when the figures were staggered, and it was all over. The hustle and bustle that had been full of noise a moment ago turned into an abrupt mute and sporadic urging, like a sudden explosion of thunder in a raging storm, which instantly flattened all the noise between heaven and earth, and after a brief period of deafness, only a dead silence was left to the extreme.

Many people's arms were fixed in the air, many people's mouths were open but could not be closed, and the whole picture seemed to be frozen, as if they had not yet had time. Be prepared for this outcome, and it seems that they never thought that this would be the outcome.

Standing on the sidelines, Bial made a stunned sound, in fact, his first opening sentence had not yet been finished. Tuze, who was looking down at the arena from above, was already slumped on the ground. The mouth kept opening and closing, the huge publicity fee was over, the early equipment investment was over, and the crazy inflated ambition was also over...... His eyes didn't blink, dead to ashes.

Haidel's drink had already spilled, and he had already stood up, his arms raised straight into the air, his tear-filled eyes shining with a frenzied light. His cheeks flushed, but his trembling lips could not utter a syllable.

Casavalon, who was in the box, also stood up, but he didn't even realize it. The old man's bare palms gripped the railing tightly, and his gaze fell on the gray figure in the field, which was extremely hot. Layla covered her pale lips with her hands, apparently still unable to recover from her ecstasy. The veiled girl looked fixedly, her slender eyebrows showing unconcealed shock and hope.

The frozen picture moved, but it was Daoud's body that collapsed with a bang. After that, crimson blood spread from under him little by little. Some of them are unspeakably glaring. Zal lowered his arm and looked up at the surrounding stands, his gaze slowly moving across the distorted faces as if out of nowhere.

However, no one dared to look at him, and they quietly retracted their movements. Retracted his chair, avoiding Zal's gaze, as silent as the faint of the faint.

In silence, Zal's gaze suddenly froze. He saw a figure standing alone in the crowd with his arms raised. He remembered who it was, and Zal smiled, lowered his forehead, and nodded in acknowledgement. Then he started to walk, as he had come, quietly and peacefully, to his lounge.

The first cry in the gladiatorial arena was Haider! Tears of excitement hung down his cheeks, and he held on to the seat in front of him, waving the bright red bet paper in his hand in the air like a fighter, hissing and roaring!

"Zhal!! his name is Zal!! do you see! Zal wins! Win !!" he was lifted up by his companions, who laughed loudly at the group of children, "Remember me!Zal !! my hero! Zar !!hahahahaha......"

Casavalon, who was standing on the edge of the fence of the box, let out a long breath and looked at Leila with a red face. "You are my angel, Lay!" his voice was so loud, "you can't imagine what you have brought me!

Layla smiled sweetly with a look of course. "I said earlier, my recommendation must be the best!"

"I believe this time, I swear to the Lord God!" the old man affirmed. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had seen such a gladiator, and if there was one word to describe it, it would be "clean". Casavalon has his own judgment on the word, and like a hunter on a gimbal stage, killing people is not a difficult thing to do. However, killing is not the same as "wantonness", in the gladiatorial arena, in the duel of life and death, the most important thing is "restraint".

The most direct method, the most calm tactics, the most rational trade-offs, the clearest results...... This is "restraint", this is "clean". It wasn't an easy standard to meet, but Casavalon's discovery of seeing it in a gladiator who had no reputation at all in a preliminary matchup made him ecstatic.

Casavalon pondered for a moment and bowed to the Veiled Girl. "I'm sorry, miss, I'm afraid I'm going to have to go first, before anyone else comes to the door. He said with a smile and a pun.

"Personally?" the girl smiled too, as if she had seen something very incredible, "how long has it been since you have been a lobbyist yourself?

"Hahaha...... Of course, I didn't go in person, not because I was old, but because there was no one worthy of me going in person! This time it was different, this time, it was completely different!" The old man laughed and brushed his hair, and dusted off his robe by the way, "How is it? Lyelle, am I justified this?" He spread his arms and kept looking at himself, as if he wanted to go to battle.

"You're the best!" giggle...... Leila affirmed, finally laughing.

The old man nodded to himself. "Good luck to me, ladies!" he said, straightening up and walking out of the private room amid the laughter of the girls.

On the other hand, the atmosphere in the lounge was a little strange, since Zal returned. The handymen and workers of the gladiatorial arena all kept their mouths shut, as if they had seen a demon, and hid from a distance, not even daring to take a step.

Tying "Sishua" back around his waist, the half-elf's slightly grumbling voice rang out. "Can't you slow down?" he muttered.

"It's still ?...... slow or fast," Zal asked, a little puzzled.

"The drinks and food in the lounge are always free, I just had less than two drinks! Considering that you are the one sent by Solam, I have been prepared for a long time......" The half-elf said, somehow got it from his bosom, pulled out a large bag, and beckoned to a handyman standing far behind, "Job, do me a favor! These fruits and jerky, and the remaining jugs of wine, I will pack them and take them away!"

"You. You're a little ......" Zar rubbed his temples, a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do, "I just killed someone's chief gladiator and immediately robbed their rest room, this ......" Seeing that the half-elves had already begun to clean up the battlefield, Zar decisively closed his mouth.

But just then, Arbitrator Salire walked in through the door of the break room. "Congratulations, Zal. The first victory in the preliminary round. He said with a smile, handing the identification plate to Zal in his hand. "It's time to give you back your nameplate. ”

"Thank you. Zar thanked as he took the nameplate, "And then, what do I need to do next?"

"Just wait for the news, normally, the first round of the preliminary round will not exceed a natural cycle. That's twelve days. The arbitrator explained, "From the end of the game, I will be responsible for the coordination of your match and the arbitration of the event, and there will be specific arrangements for the second round of draws, please rest assured." ”

Zal nodded. said clearly, but before he could speak, a greeting from the door attracted the attention of several people in the house. "Sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt the conversation...... I saw a spirited old man walk in through the door, and at the same time his eyes fell on the arbitrator. "So you're here, ?...... Salire?"

The arbitrator looked stunned for a moment, glanced deeply at Zhal, and then bowed to the old man. "Good night, dear Mr. Casavallon. When he straightened up, the old man was already smiling and standing opposite Zar and the half-elf, and Salir naturally said to Zar, "Sorry, please let me introduce you, this is ......"

"No, out of respect, I'll do it myself, Salier. The old man interrupted the arbitrator's words and introduced himself to Zal, "I didn't want to come to the door so abruptly, but unfortunately, in order to get ahead of others, I had to just come here......" He said and nodded his apologies to Zal and Cadius respectively, and the latter immediately returned the salute and signaled that it was okay, "My name is Casavallon, the owner of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge Gladiatorial Arena', I hope to take up a little of your time, I don't know if I can ...... it"

As soon as his words fell, the pupils of the half-elf and Zal shrank at the same time, they didn't expect that someone would find them so soon, and it was the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" of the Efaran family. But it was the arbitrator who spoke first, "Now that the results of the game are out, I won't bother too much......" He bowed to the three of them, and then reminded Zardao, "When the second round of the draw begins, please be on time, I will be waiting for you at the schedule board." Tonight, allow me to take my leave......"

With this perfect reason, the half-elf also proposed that as Zal's trainer, he needed to learn more about the next schedule, so he followed Salire out of the lounge together. Soon, everyone was gone, leaving only Zal and Casavallon, smiling at each other.

"You ......," said Zar first out of politeness and respect for the elder.

However, his words were interrupted by the old man's raised palm. "Let's save ourselves from unnecessary pleasantries......" he said to Zar with his palms spread out and a little self-deprecatingly, "you can see that I don't have much time to squander." ”

Zal smiled relaxedly. "Well, then what do you mean ?......"

"Excuse me, do you have a sponsor now?" asked the old man

Zar shook his head and replied honestly. "Nope. ”

"Hmm......" the old man groaned for a moment, then laughed, "If I say now that I want you to join the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', it will be the babble of a madman," the old man said frankly, and made a reassuring gesture, "In fact, the purpose of my trip is simply to hope that you will give us a lot of consideration when choosing your sponsors." ”

Zal was listening intently. "I watched the game just now and you're great, lad, I can say unabashedly, you're fantastic. The old man's words were very straightforward, "I won't belittle your skills to pretend to be superior, I will never ......" The old man waved his hand resolutely, "I believe in my own vision, I also believe in Leila's vision, and I believe even more that if you come to the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', I can guarantee that you can get a very considerable contract ......"

The sincerity of the other party made Zal sigh softly. "I ......"

"Don't answer me, lad. The old man smiled kindly and waved his hand, "The decision can never be so hasty, you have my promise, I will wait for you at the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'." The old man finally said, "As an aside, this game is a beautiful fight!" The old man clenched his fists, shook them vigorously, and then laughed and walked out of the lounge.

Zhal, on the other hand, looked up at the other person's back, smiled, and nodded in acknowledgement......

Outside the door of the "Spiked Caravan", spectators gathered in twos and threes, slowly walking down the street market of "Reptile Point", and many people were silent. Isn't it exciting? Absolutely not, in fact, they haven't seen such a crazy game for a long time, but they don't have the courage to talk about it and applaud it.

But in any case, for these witnesses, this is destined to be an unforgettable game, and the gray figure is also destined to be engraved in their hearts forever and can never be forgotten.

The crowd slowly moved forward, and a black figure suddenly broke away from the crowd and turned into the dark alley next to it. As he walked, he shook off the hooded cloak that was covering his body. Beneath the darkness, an emaciated man was revealed, his long black hair scattered over the shoulders of his robes, and his mouth grinned in an exaggerated arc, as if he was laughing silently. And the eyes embedded in the pale face as ice burn with excitement! (To be continued......