Michelle held a small incense fan in her hand, the fan surface gently covered her bright red lips, she glanced at the field with a pair of foxy eyes from time to time, and from time to time glanced at Lydia next to her with her eyes.

For the extremely complex emotions and eyes of the woman next to her at this time, she can be said to know the roots, in the imperial capital, especially among the celebrities in the imperial capital, her popularity is not good, but the relationship with Lydia has always been good.

In order to comfort the good friend, Michelle gently patted the back of Lydia's hand with the fan of incense, and put her mouth next to her ear to comfort her loudly.

It's not that she wants to speak loudly, this woman has always spoken softly and softly on weekdays, but the shouts around her are like rolling thunder, and when she opens her mouth, her voice is immediately drowned out.

"Don't think about him anymore, Lydia, there are so many excellent men in Garcia, can't you find one that satisfies you on your terms?" Michelle swore to the gods in the sky, she had never spoken like this at the top of her throat since she was born, and when she finished shouting a word, she felt like she was in prostration, panting, and the voices around her were so loud and noisy that the gladiatorial arena was like crazy, and almost everyone was shouting frantically.

But after Michelle finished shouting, she found that Lydia was still looking at the field infatuatedly, and she couldn't take her eyes off it, so she reluctantly persuaded loudly: "Lydia, don't be stupid, is he so obsessed with you crazy? Isn't he just a martial artist who can only dance with swords and swords? His methods are so cruel, what is there to like?"

At a time when almost the whole audience was crazy about the black-haired pirate, Michelle was not very interested in him, she was naturally disgusted by bloody fights and battles, and she liked the kind of pale, handsome gentleman than the bloody, wildly dancing warrior in front of her.

When Lydia heard Michelle's words, she turned her face, and a pair of eyes kept looking at Michelle's face, and after a while, she asked loudly, "Michelle, don't you think he's strong?"

"Strong?" Michel Ha smiled, "What does strong mean? What is strong? Whoever kills more people is strong? In that case, our Emperor Majesty should be the strongest man in this world?"

Lydia shook her head, and in a voice that bordered on obsession, she murmured, "No! that's not what I mean by strong. Strong, this is a kind of power, it does not mean how much strength you have, it does not mean how many people you have killed, and it does not mean how much power you have in your hands. It's ethereal and indefinable, but when it's shown in front of your eyes, you can clearly feel it, touch it, it's so vivid, it's so vivid, it's so shocking!"

Lydia's murmuring could only be heard by herself, and Michelle could only see her lips squirm, but not a word, and she had to ask aloud, "What? What did you say?"

Lydia was in a trance at this time, still talking to herself: "Strong, this is a power that shocks, makes people crazy, and makes people unforgettable. Look at him, Michelle, don't you see in him the purest power? he's so wild, he's so masculine, he's so brave, Michelle, he's the purest man in the world......"

Michelle approached Lydia and almost put her ear to her lips, only then did she hear Lydia's words, and she pursed her lips disapprerovingly: "I don't believe that there is no man more manly than him in Garcia......"

Lydia said slowly, "Yes, of course, but the stronger and stronger man does not have his gentle manners, the more polite man than him does not have his bravery, the stronger man does not have his delicate gentleness and gentleness towards women, and the man who is more merciful than he does not have his calm and wit...... Michelle, I, I, I regret it...... Why didn't I meet him sooner?"

Michelle sighed and shook his head: "You're really crazy, Lydia, you're absolutely crazy! I don't think he's strong, if it were the battle-hardened soldiers of the Royal Knights, he would survive? I don't believe it! Besides, you see that he is a hero almost all the time, and he doesn't pay attention to the cooperation with his companions at all......"

Her husband was a general, so she didn't seem to know some common sense of marching and fighting, and just as she was counting the dark-haired man on the field with a bone in her egg, suddenly there was a rumbling sound in the round arena, and the ground began to tremble violently.

Lydia's eyes suddenly widened and stared at the field, unblinking.

I saw that in this huge circular gladiatorial arena, the ground suddenly slowly arched out of two high platforms, and these two high platforms rose higher and higher, gradually turning into two stone pillars.

The two cylindrical pillars are made of granite, and at the top of one of them is carved a red dragon with a bloody mouth, as if spewing flames, while the top of the other column is carved a black dragon hovering on a stone pillar, this dragon spreads its wings as if it is ready to soar at any moment.

Tang Jie's eyebrows were tightly locked, staring around vigilantly, in the roaring sound of the machine, on a stone pillar rising not far from Tang Jie, he could clearly see that there were two iron chains on this stone pillar more than four meters high, these two iron chains were formed by interlocking each other one by one by long iron rings, and at the end of each of the two iron chains there was a large circular iron ring, and these two iron chains crossed the middle of the stone pillar, like an iron chain was cut into two by the stone pillar.

Tang Jie observed for a while, but he didn't know what this iron ring was for, but he could see that the jet-black blood at the iron rings of these two iron chains was deeply seared into it, and the blood stains made him feel awe-inspiring at first sight.

Beneath this chain, a huge stone pillar with a diameter of about two meters is covered with a variety of weapons.

These weapons were hung around the stone pillars, in several rows, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hammers, forks, and everything in kind, like a weapon rack.

These weapons are hung from huge stone pillars, which act like two arsenals, ready to provide warriors with their best weapons for battle.

Tang Jie saw at a glance that there were really many weapons hanging on it, and there were many kinds of long swords, including slender and long stabbing fencing like steel needles, broad-edged broadswords for one-handed hands, two-handed giant swords with a length of one meter and eight meters for both hands, and even fork-shaped open short swords less than one meter long.

There are many varieties of swords, and there are naturally many varieties of knives, but what surprised Tang Jie the most was that there were all kinds of spears on this weapon rack, and the most striking thing was a trident with excellent workmanship, jet black, and exquisite patterns carved on it.

The workmanship of this trident is so exquisite that people can't take their eyes off it at a glance, which reminds Tang Jie of one of the seven artifacts of the Seagod Tira: the Seagod Trident!

However, of course, the seven great artifacts of the sea god Tira could not be hung in the gladiatorial arena like now, but Tang Jie felt a familiar power from the top of this trident, which was the power of the Tira artifact.

Tang Jie suddenly thought of the miracle arrow he had taken away, and he secretly thought to himself: Could it be that this trident was once placed together with my miracle arrow, so it was also stained with the power of the Seagod Tira artifact?

Tang Jie was thinking that after the two stone pillars were completely raised, the rumbling sound gradually stopped, but this stagnation only lasted for a while, and then a row of iron pillars began to slowly rise around them.

These iron pillars were close to each other, so tight that not even an arm could reach in, and they slowly rose along the circular gladiatorial arena until they reached a place more than three meters above the audience of the gladiatorial arena before stopping, as if a layer of iron railings had been enclosed in the middle of the gladiatorial arena to protect the people in the gladiatorial arena.

Except for Tang Jie, the gladiators in the scene returned to the iron gate they walked out under the escort of the soldiers who entered the scene, but this time they left the battlefield but none of them turned to leave, they all stuck to the door one by one, looking nervously at Tang Jie's figure in the field.

"You say, will he survive?" Crudeia glanced at Morgan next to him and moved closer to him.

Morgan turned his head and bared his teeth, revealing his hideous teeth: "Don't come near me, filthy human!"

Krudia immediately raised her hands: "Okay, I just wanted to ask your opinion! After all, we used to fight side by side, didn't we? Take it easy!"

Morgan bared his teeth at him unkindly: "Don't be a fool of me, hypocrisy!

Krudia shrugged her shoulders: "Okay, then I'll stay away from you." As he spoke, he took a step to the side, then looked through the iron door into the field, and continued to ask, "Do you think he will survive?"

Morgan's green eyes stared at Krudia for a while, then he turned his head to look at the black-haired man, who split his mouth and squeezed out a few folds of flesh from his nose, which was a smile: "I think, you should ask: Who can kill this monster?"

"Monster?" A strange smile squeezed out of Krudia's fat face, and he looked at Tang Jie in the field with a surprised look, "You say he's a monster?"

Crudia's gaze was very strange, he looked at Morgan, as if to say with his eyes: You real monster actually said that he is a monster?

Morgan seemed to sense the meaning of this gaze, and he glared at Krudia, a low roar in his throat, "In the eyes of you humans, I am indeed a monster. But in the eyes of this monster of mine, that guy looks like a real monster! Don't you think he's a little too strong?"

"Too strong?" said Crudia repeated.

Morgan was quick to say: "I'm not talking about his strength, I've seen people who are stronger than him, but I've never seen anything like him...... Well, such a warrior who can still turn the tide in a desperate situation, no, a monster, well, yes, he is a monster who can turn the tide!"

Krudiaha laughed, his throat rolled in his throat, and he muttered, "You are more like a rare and strange monster, and there are as many strong people in the human world as clouds in the sky." But, as you said, I've seen the stronger, but I've never seen a man like him who can turn back in a desperate situation......"

He was muttering, but Morgan felt that he was talking as if he was secretly slandering him, Morgan jerked his head at Krudia, and made a whirring sound in his throat, and said hideously, "Are you cursing me?

Krudia was startled and was about to retort, but she heard the gladiators next to her shouting, "Stop making trouble, guys, look! The real monster is out!"

Morgan and Krudia looked at the field in unison, only to see two huge stone pillars rising in the field, and then a square iron cage slowly rose in the center, which was made of calf-thick steel bars on all sides, about three meters high, about five meters long, and about two meters wide.

Morgan and the gladiators who had just survived the tragic battlefield stared blankly at the huge iron cage in the arena, their eyes showing intense shock and fear, as if they couldn't believe their eyes!

"Raphael, the god of the gods, this is the real monster...... "Crudia said with a shudder.

Morgan's face showed a rare look of solemnity and fear, and he said slowly: "If there is any creature in this world that can kill this black-haired monster, it must be this monster......

Just as the gladiators were shivering and looking at the monsters in the arena, the stands around the gladiatorial arena suddenly fell into a dead silence, as if they had seen death and the devil, and a breath of fear quickly spread in the arena.

At this moment, no one would believe that this man could defeat this monster in an iron cage, because this monster symbolizes death and fear, whether in ancient legends or in the abyss and hell!

There was a neat wail from the stands, as if she was mourning Tang Jie's death in advance, Angel looked at the arena tremblingly, if it weren't for Christina putting a hand on her shoulder and pressing her to the position, she almost lost her mind and threw herself from her seat into the gladiatorial arena.

"Kirk, how can you do this!!" Angel was so angry that she turned her head and yelled at Kirk, "Are you going to kill him?"

Kirk's eyes were also fixed on the field, he didn't look at Angel's angry eyes, and there was a penetrating coldness in his voice: "Angel, my future wife, open your eyes and look at him more, this will be the last scene you see him alive......"