The battle continued, and the roars from the audience seemed to urge the killing in the arena not to stop. Those voices mixed, shaking the entire blood gladiatorial arena, and a restless and violent heat wave rushed towards the battlefield at the bottom where blood and yellow sand were intertwined.

It was as if the spiky air was scraping against Zal's chest, and he could hear his own breathing, heavy, low, even with a faint pain. The blood on his forehead flowed down again, and he wiped it hard. Someone once said that when blood flows into the eyes, it will be red, but his countless experiences have proved that this poetic-sounding sentence is actually a lie. It will only lead to pitch blackness, so you can't see anything, and it will even give the enemy a chance to take advantage of it.

The enemies standing in the distance looked at him as if they were dead, and Zar could even hear the gurgling of hunger in those slightly open mouths, and they were waiting for the moment when they fell, and Zar knew this.

The Rogkan man paused on the ground with both hands on the ground, and with a playful smile on his face, he spoke. "Guys, are you still on? if not, he's mine......" He glanced at his fellow "companions," but the gladiators he asked were silent as if they hadn't heard, without even a hint of expression.

The big thorn spiked. "A bunch of ...... of waste," said the Rogkan, hammering his hands to the ground and slowly walking towards Zal. "Alright, then I'll do it myself," he smiled, looking at Zhal, "Boy, are you trying to throw out the 'Race Nameplate' and abstain now?" Sorry, it's too late, I can't hold my two-handed hammer until I kill you." ”

Zal didn't speak, just stood there motionless. Staring at the giant hammer dragging on the ground.

"Why, don't you want to talk?" the Rogkan snorted, "Well, then die quietly!"

This time, though, Zal didn't take a hard connection or even choose to block, but jumped backwards as fast as he could. Meanwhile. From where he had stood, the Rogkan sledgehammer blasted the ground into a terrifying ravine. In an instant, the whole scene turned into a one-sided pursuit.

Zal turned his back in the direction of the retreat, constantly avoiding the opponent's attack. And the black-red waves of air from the giant hammer were mixed with strong winds, like a monstrous wave, frantically chasing the figure that looked like it was about to be drowned.

The scope of their battle grew larger and larger, and the battlefield rammed by the loess trembled, and the terrifying scars were torn out. And the gladiators who were originally gathered outside involuntarily retreated. They didn't want to be swept up in the hammer's range and die.

The spectators on the sidelines gradually lost their seats, and the shrill invective and boos filled almost every corner of the arena, and they were venting their frustration with Zal. Similarly, the Rogkans, who have been chasing behind, are fed up with this cat-and-mouse game. Striking a sledgehammer again, a roaring wave of air swept past Zal's scales again, blasting a cloud of dust on the ground.

"Do you just know how to run?!!!——?!!

The waves of air that swept around reappeared. Just as the black-red air currents swirled and retracted, Zal suddenly stopped. Kicking the ground violently, facing the direction of the Rogkans, he recoiled! Then the distance between the two was fleeting in the wind-like figure of the Rogcans, and by the time the Rogkans reacted, Zar had already rushed past where the hammer had fallen. Killed him closely.

The crowd on the sidelines erupted in deafening cheers, and these voices were as terrifying as the death knell of death to the ears of the Rogkans! There was no time to defend and retreat quickly, but the dagger that Zal swept out smoothed all the distance, and in an instant. At the same time, the two of them were separated by a curved blood flying out horizontally, and a deep bloody wound was cut on the front chest of the Rogkan people, and they almost died on the spot!

The brief encounter was only the beginning, and in the roar of the rage of the Rogkanians, the roles of pursuit and dodge were instantly reversed. A two-handed hammer that is more than one person tall can't fight at close range, and not everyone can use the second half of the greatsword or the handle of the two-handed hammer to block like Tandra.

What's more, both the half-elf and Gavira are experts in using daggers, and if it weren't for Zal's identity as a human, I'm afraid he would have learned the art of fighting daggers with both hands by now. But even so, the mastery of dagger grappling was enough to rank second only to the longsword among all of Zhar's weapons.

As a result, a scene diametrically opposed to the pursuit just now appeared on the battlefield. The regressing Rogkan people struggled to block Zal's attack, and the sword that was held in his hand "Destroy" swept out a flash of black light around him, and it took almost a moment for the arms of the Rogkan people to be covered with fine knife cuts, and their number was slowly increasing.

Scarlet blood splattered beside them, and Zal's arm was as fast as a whip on the other. He never expected this counterattack to be a successful kill, he wanted the opponent's hole cards and a chance to win with one blow.

“...... Quick, come here!" The Rogkan man yelled at the gladiators in the distance, "Help me get rid of this damn thing!"

However, he was answered by more than a dozen motionless figures, as well as slightly playful voices. "I'm sorry, we are a bunch of waste, we don't dare to hold you back!" another voice continued, "yes, if you die, we can kill him as well......!

"You bastar——!ds," roared the Rogkan man, his whole body red with blood bursting from his chest, "Die! you all have to die! All of you, all of you, all of you, !!" His non-stop retreating footsteps suddenly stopped, completely abandoned his defenses, and with his hands behind his back, he roared, and pressed hard against the blood-dripping ground!

"It's coming...... Zal snorted in his heart, calm to the point that a scarlet circle of light suddenly appeared in his piercing eyes! Maybe there won't be another chance!

Everything in his eyes seemed to slow down in an instant, and the terrifying giant hammer slowly fell from in front of Zhar, and the moment it touched the ground, he saw the black and red cyclone rise and explode under the feet of the Rogkan people. Under the action of the "Iron Heart". Almost instantly, Zar thought of the role of the opponent's hole cards - to push the opponent away and open up the distance again, enough distance to play the advantage of the two-handed hammer!

"Well, I should ......" Zal's thoughts were interrupted by a black-red whirlwind that exploded from the Rogkan's body! But even the Rogkan people themselves were extremely shocked by a scene appeared, Zhar, who should have been pushed away, only retreated a little distance, and then stabilized his body!

With a bang, the black-red whirlwind disappeared without a trace, and the dust fell from the sky. And in the eyes of all. They saw Zar, covered in blood, and his arms stretched straight, and the dagger that caught the handle of the sledgehammer!

Everyone gasped, and even many of the gladiators and gladiatorial arena owners in the VIP seats looked shocked. What kind of calm and sharp thinking is this, and there is an extremely terrifying execution? Many people put a big exclamation mark in their hearts.

However, all this, the Rogkan people themselves did not feel at all, and he finally found a chance to fight back before Zal acted!

"You think you're standing still. Is it all right!Dream!" The Rogkan man took a step back and slammed his force, the hooked grip rubbing against the dagger in a series of piercing screeches. Get rid of each other's entanglement. In Zhar's suddenly raised gaze, the giant hammer that had been picked up again had already rolled up with terrifying energy and swept towards his shoulders fiercely! "Give me ——!!! death"

The gray smoke miasma and the muscular strength supported by the "Death Wish" gathered on Zhal's right shoulder at the same time, and in the face of the opponent's heavy blow, his eyes flashed with indomitable determination!

"Boom ——!!!"

A terrifying roar erupted from the field, and the black-and-red hammer slammed into Zhal's shoulder like the thick swing arm of a trebuchet. The tremendous force carried his self-propped feet and plowed a terrifying groove in the ground. The next moment, an even sharper sound came from between the two of them!

"Click!"

The audience was shocked that the grip of the two-handed hammer was broken! In the midst of the flying splinters, the heavy hammer head roared out from Zal's side, and the Rogkan people were shocked to hold half of the wooden handle. Flashed out of the void in front of him!

"How could it be ?!......" the Rogkan man's pupils shrank suddenly, "Could it be that the action of using the dagger on the wooden handle just now, and the breaking of the two-handed hammer, were all his plans?!

But it was no longer his turn to think about it, only to see Zal stand up, blood gushing out of his roaring mouth, resisting the "destruction" held by his backhand, and stabbing into his flank!

"Ahhh——!h

"Give me a loose ......"

"Die!" Zal's roar drowned out his voice, and the surging muscle texture on his right arm poured all the power into the dagger's blade!

The dust rose and was silent. After a short moment, the spectators on the sidelines seemed to have recovered from the fierce battle just now. In an instant, thunderous cheers resounded throughout the audience, and even many star gladiators and gladiatorial arena owners who were seated in the VIP seats applauded and sent the most sincere praise to the bloodied Zhal.

Heider raised his arms and spoke incoherently with excitement, as if he had been given a new lease of life. Gavira breathed a sigh of relief along with Cadius, and even leaned back in her seat a little tiredly. Casavalon, on the other hand, rubbed his temples, and to be honest, he hadn't been so nervous by the battle in front of him in years.

The happiest were Adjani and Leila, the two girls almost jumped up from their chairs, and without hesitation to figuratively join the rest of the audience, waving their arms and shouting hello.

However, some people are happy, and of course some people are sad.

Ambrus, who was sitting in the front row of the VIP seat, widened his eyes, barely believing what was happening in front of him. He had been ready for a long time, glancing back at Casavalon's expression as Zal was killed. It's a pity that the last thing he wants now is for others to see his expression.

"Shit, damn it...... How is this possible?!" Ambrus clenched his fists and smelted the iron, "just a little, just a little, he's finished!"

Sacreo, who was sitting next to him, shook his head. "I'm afraid, it's not luck, luck doesn't let the grease-stained, repeatedly polished wooden handle ......break," he said, "from the first time he was knocked into the air and got up, this guy has been according to his own plan, step by step weaving the lock sleeve around the opponent's neck, until the last moment, completely hanged ......"

His words made Ambrus's face fill with disdain. "Excellent on-the-spot judgment, terrifying plan execution, and perfect combat skills," Sacreo raised his head slightly, revealing an excited gaze, "This guy is stronger than I thought, and the battle just now is a model of the ultimate in tactics, and it is no surprise that he won." ”

"So, do you think he's going to make the cut now?" Ambrus said.

"No," Sacreo denied, "those are two different things. "The result is the same, except that there are some ups and downs......

At the same time, Barberto on the viewing platform was also watching Zal in the arena. Unlike Blazei, who did not say a word, the consul squinted his eyes and whispered. "I'll see how long you can last......"

Yes, how long will it last? He coughed violently, gulps of blood spurting out of his mouth. Reflexively looking at the gladiators who were quietly surrounding him, the corpses of the Rogkans on the ground looked so ironic in numbers.

Staggering back a few steps, Zal glanced at the audience. "Killed so many, hell......" he grinned, and grabbed the half-cut grip from his feet in the Rogokan man's hand. To be honest, he can't hide anymore, and the wounds on his body will hurt as long as he moves.

The shouts from the audience echoed, as if they never stopped. Zar held the dagger in one hand and the wooden handle on the ground with the other, supporting his body. And the gladiators on the other side who wanted to kill him also changed from wild dogs to wolves that could rush up at any time.

Those eager eyes, radiating a cruel light, kept roaming Zal's body, as if looking for a flaw and an opportunity to attack. They walked slowly on the ground, their bodies holding weapons in their hands, lowering their backs, slightly sideways, little by little.

Zar picked up the handle and pointed the sharp tip of the fracture at the slowly approaching enemy, he was taking time to rest and try to regain some strength.

But just as he wanted to take a few steps back and distance themselves again, a feeling of restraint from his ankles shook him in the bottom of his heart. Looking down, I saw that the Rogkan was still alive, and with the last bit of strength, he grabbed Zal's ankle tightly!

"Come with me, ...... death," he gave his last grim smile.

And a sudden roar instantly pricked Zal's nerves!

"Kill ——!!!" More than a dozen gladiators raised their weapons almost simultaneously and rushed towards Zal in a frenzy! )