When people face the most primitive emotions, they often reveal their truest selves, such as the gladiators waiting in the rest area at this time. As the start time approached, the increasingly tense atmosphere was like a boulder frozen in the air, pressing on everyone's hearts layer by layer, and as time passed, the suffocating feeling not only did not lessen, but became heavier and stronger.

The sound of muttering prayers, the sound of pacing back and forth, the sound of grinding weapons, the sound of roaring catharsis...... The voices, mixed with the words that kept pouring out the mouths of countless trainers, bombarded the small room in annoyance, echoing like an inaudible hum that could not be dispelled.

In the corner of the lounge area, the combination of Zal and Cadius is a bit unusual. They are quiet, on both sides. Zar sat motionless, head bowed, adjusting his breathing, while the half-elf crouched in front of him held the straps of the Scaly Fist in his hand, carefully tightening each layer of locks, and finally tying an unusually strong Wood Elf cross knot at the end.

"Remember, reduce the swing arm amplitude and increase the efficiency of your attack...... Always keep an eye on your right rear, which is the blind spot for switching between attack and defense," Cadius grabbed Zal's fist armor and checked for any loose or tight spots, "Also, on the premise of saving physical strength, you must be precise in your positioning, you can never let yourself fall into the dilemma of being caught in the front and back, otherwise you will only die faster." ”

Zal's long hair shuddered and nodded. "By the way, did you bring any wine?" he straightened up, flipped his wrist twice over his mouth.

"Of course. The half-elf grinned, took a small wine bottle from his bosom and handed it over. "Don't drink it, take it in your mouth and spit it out, or else. That will only make your stomach cramp even more violently, and you will even vomit halfway through!"

"Yes. Zar unscrewed the cap and took a sip before returning the bottle to Cadius. After a little sip in his mouth, the aroma of the wine and the accompanying coldness had just spread from his taste buds, and he shook his head and spit it out. "By the way, what about Gavila?" Zal wiped his mouth. asked a topic that had nothing to do with the game, "Why didn't I see her early this morning?" ”

"I guess I went back to the clinic to continue training, but I didn't see it. Cadius took a sip of his own, but he drank it with great pleasure.

Zar deliberately smiled wryly. "Didn't Casavalon, for Gorintia's sake, give her the ticket herself?" he said, "I thought she would come and watch the fight and give me a little encouragement!"

"Ha, then I'm sorry. The half-elf said, and asked a little strangely, "Boy." Have you ever thought about what you would do if you made the cut and might meet Gavira as your opponent?" he had a smug look on his face, "Her growth rate, but some, tsk......t"

"I didn't think about it, let's talk about it then......" Zal was stunned for a moment, and replied very dryly.

"Okay. Alright!" the half-elf pulled away from the topic with a little boredness, "Finally. Remember to grab a handful of dirt from the ground and wipe it on your hands when you enter. He admonished very solemnly, "No matter how advanced the armor material is, it is not as good as the earth, and these natural gifts will prevent you from slipping when you hold the hilt of your sword because of the blood on your palm, understand, boy?!"

"Yes!" Zar listened. He nodded heavily.

Soon, a rough voice caught the attention of everyone in the rest area. "Gladiators line up, ready to enter! Hurry up! Get moving!"

For a moment, the entire rest area was completely overwhelmed by a louder noise. The trainers seized the last moment to emphasize the precautions of the battle, while the gladiators took up their weapons. One last time I checked my gear. They shouted and cheered themselves on, and they all walked to the vacant seats behind the wooden gate and began to line up.

Zar pressed the dagger at his waist, glanced up at the half-elf, nodded vigorously, and walked past him. But a short voice came from behind him. "Come on, boy!"

Zar was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Cadius, and raised the corners of his mouth with a determined smile.

The team of more than twenty gladiators was quickly assembled, and outside the wooden gate, the originally chaotic and boiling voices for some reason turned into a unified cheer, as if the audience in the arena was attracted by something.

On the viewing platform, an unusually short figure walked out slowly. In the face of the sudden noise of the audience, the figure bowed, and when he straightened up his waist again, he was greeted by cheers and cheers one after another.

Appearing in front of the audience was a goblin in a black gown with an elaborate bow tie on the collar of a white shirt. If that's not anything to draw attention to, then the skyrocketing hair on the top of his head that looks like a church spire will surely make you remember this weird-looking guy.

The goblin laughed and opened his arms and saluted the audience again, as if he had seen a friend who had been reunited after a long absence. Gradually, the cheers from all sides finally stopped.

"It's good to see you again, my dear fellows!" the goblin's voice came from the megaphone stone pinned to his chest. As he spoke, he lifted down the black hair that had been dyed silver throughout, but with a black hair at the corner of his forehead. Then he raised his finger with the giant diamond ring and pointed it to the audience. "Come, tell me! You remember my name!"

In the midst of the continuous applause, a unique name was shouted from the mouths of the crowd. "Sugar Gold!Sugar Gold!Sugar Gold ......"

The goblin bowed again with a happy face. "Thank you, my friends!" he said, "for the sake of the gods, it's been five years, and I've been wondering if I'll still be in charge of the next Blood Arena!, hey, it's like tearing the petals of a flower in your hand and guessing if your goddess will love you...... " His words caused a "very resonant" laugh.

The goblin said, standing on his heels and falling heavily to the ground. "But in the end, as you can see, they don't seem to have a better choice than me, the green-skinned goblin!" he grinned, and showed a most smug smile amid the applause of the audience.

But soon. The goblin's expression changed, and he stretched out his palm very seriously, pointing in a direction at the far end. "I'm sorry, lady, yes, that's you. The blue-haired girl!" his words quickly attracted the attention of the audience, "if you don't mind, please tighten your shirt, for that pair of great, plump fruits have jumped out!"

The blue-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and then a scream resounded throughout the audience, but before everyone could cheer, the goblin's voice rang out again. "And you, the gentleman next to you. His palm moved slightly, "Judging by your expression, that pair of fruits shouldn't be yours, so let's look away! After staring at it for so long, I think you've seen enough......"

The scene suddenly fell silent, followed by a crisp sound!"Smack!hooligans, scum, scum......" The blue-haired girl clutched her chest and slapped the man next to her, the next moment. The audience burst into deafening laughter. Someone was even shouting and watching for so long. You don't lose a palm, and so on.

The goblin shrugged apologetically. "Alright, my friends, let's see who's here today!" he said, directing the audience's gaze to the VIP seats not far from the viewing platform, "Oooh oh! Am I here at the wrong time?!Is this really a preliminary-stage match?!"

He first extended his palm to the first row of VIP seats. "Last year's runner-up, Sacreo the Sky Breaker and his patron and owner of the Crown Bucks, Mr. Ambrus Dussy!" "As the crowd applauded, the pigtailed Rogkan was almost expressionless. The middle-aged man sitting next to him nodded lightly with a smile on his face.

"Well, I made a bet that Sacreo would laugh or not, and unfortunately, I don't think I lost unjustly!" the goblin continued to tease amid the laughter of the audience, "but this year, I especially want to ask Mr. Ambrus for himself, what do you think of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'?"

His question caused the entire arena to fall silent for an instant, and in fact, it was something that many people were curious about, but they didn't have the ability to ask the boss of the 'Crown Bucks' in person. However, the goblin didn't intend to let the other party answer at all, and immediately said to himself: "Forget it, you better don't say it, it's better to keep some words in your heart!"

He looked elsewhere, but the audience, even Ambrus himself, burst into laughter and applause. "Look who I found? 'Poison Master' from the Crystal Cloud Bridge, Mr. Casavalon!Ha, is this a coincidence? He's not far behind Mr. Ambrus!Pay attention, I'm talking about, not far behind!" The crowd laughed again at the goblin's tone.

"Well, my sir, in the face of such a generous you, I would like to ask, is there still a shortage of gladiatorial masters in the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge'?!" the goblin asked with a flattering expression and an extremely amused expression.

Casavalon laughed and nodded. "No, my friend, as long as you can come, I don't have anything you can do!"

This time, the goblin shook his head in surprise. "For the sake of the gods, are you still serious about making a joke!" At this moment, the audience laughed, but not everyone could tease the old man with words, but the old butler also laughed, and stood up and saluted himself, expressing his most sincere appreciation to Tangjin.

The goblin humbly avoided it, and took a deep breath as it fell to Casavalon's side. "Black-haired Adjani, black-haired Adjani......" he looked at the girl and bowed deeply, "my brain has become dull in front of you, and my words cannot describe your beauty...... Black-haired Adjani, for me, these words are enough to ......"

Adjani smiled under the veil, raised her palm and pressed it lightly on her lips, blowing towards the goblin on the viewing platform. The goblin, on the other hand, grabbed it in the air exaggeratedly, as if catching something, and pressed it to the chest. "Thank you, my lady, I have received my payment for today!"

Amid the girl's laughter and the cheers of the audience, Dicho chose his next goal. "Behold, who have I found here?!Is it Lady Deya of 'Wisteria'?" a woman in a dark purple off-the-shoulder gown raised the corners of her mouth and glanced at the goblin with a charming look.

The goblin held his forehead exaggeratedly. "Salute to your wife, no, I'd better change someone, I feel like the price of this glance will be my own life!" he said, turning to the position next to the woman, "I'm sorry." Sir, are you Madame's male companion, can you stand in a chair and let me see who you are?"

"Are you laughing at us dwarves! damn sugar gold!" a gruff voice roared, but in exchange for laughter from all the audience, of course, the goblin's apology was not long in coming. "I beg your pardon. Mr. Incinerator of the 'Craftsmen' Union, please accept my sincerest apologies!"

"I've never discriminated against any race, never!" the goblin said with a sudden change in tone, "Actually, I didn't laugh at your shortness, because I'm short too!" he spread his palms and faced the audience, "For Madame's sake, I'm laughing at your 'shortness'!" he said, and hurried back to the middle of the viewing platform. The spectators in the stands burst into laughter after a short period of distraction. Some laughed and burst into tears, and some simply clutched their bellies and fell to their seats.

"Ahem...... If you have any opinions, don't look for me!Please go find the kid who wrote the strings for me, thank you......" The goblin finally bowed gracefully, and after getting up, he cleared his throat and drew the audience's attention back to himself. "I'm sorry. Many acquaintances can't introduce them one by one, but that's all I can ......

In the cheers of the audience. Goblin continued. "In fact, the star here today is not me, not the celebrity in the VIP seat, nor you sitting across from you. He paused as he spoke, controlling the atmosphere in the arena. Then the voice jerked, "It's them who are going to play!" The goblin's finger suddenly pointed to the rest area at the bottom of the battle circle, "Come on, ladies and gentlemen, with your loudest cheers, your loudest shouts......

"Meet the Blood Arena ever. Meet the real stars of the day for the first melee qualifiers!"

The next moment, in a low sound of a winch, the wooden gate of the rest area bounced up rapidly, and in an instant, a loud shout burst into the sky of the bloody gladiatorial arena! Facing the rain of colored paper and flowers falling from the sky, more than 20 gladiators waved their arms and walked into the battle circle of loess tamping in the wave after wave of cheers!

Soon, they were standing in the middle of the gladiatorial arena under the fanatical gaze of everyone, and the voice of the goblins also came as expected. "Look at these sturdy lads! Out of my jealousy, I would like to warn you," he said deliberately and quietly, "save your life, the porters here are not as gentle as you think......

This time, the gladiators, who had finally made their appearance, laughed along with the spectators in the stands, wrapping up the zar standing in the ranks. To tell the truth, he admired the strangely decorated goblin, and with his teasing, the tense atmosphere that had filled the rest area when he had just assembled quickly disappeared. Having such a host in charge of pressing the scene was enough to make the gladiators adjust to the most relaxed state and bring an absolutely wonderful match to the audience.

Zar stood in the middle of the line and didn't keep an eye on the goblins, but instead set his sights on the VIP seats. Where, he saw Adjani in the veil, Leila waving her arms at him, and Casavalon, who gave him an encouraging look. Nodding his head at them in reassurance, Zar swept his gaze away from the crowd.

It didn't take long for Zar to find Gavira in the first row of the ordinary stands, not far from him. Zar smiled and looked at the wood elf, which was like saying, I knew you were coming. Gavira, who was dressed in leather armor, snorted disdainfully and tilted her head to the side.

At this moment, the sudden silence in the field made Zal stunned for a moment, he had just not paid attention to what the goblin said. But then, a sudden sound of a military horn drew his attention back to the viewing platform. Following the gaze of everyone in the arena, Zar saw the Blackblade Guard appear there, and placed a chair carved with the Wind Cliff emblem in the center of the viewing platform.

In the midst of the incomprehensible gaze of the audience, one palm climbed the upper edge of the back of the seat and turned out from behind, followed by a guard wrapped in a hooded cloak!

But Zal in the team gritted his teeth and stared at the figure in the cloak!"Blazei is here......!

The consul of the "Conviction Terrace", Barberto wears a dark black coat with a stand-up collar, and a silver archon crown that shines on the top of his head. In the face of the frenzied audience, he showed the most kind smile on his face, and with the Archon Scepter in hand, he opened his arms to his "people"!

"I don't know, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?!" he said loudly, and in the midst of a hail of praise from the audience, he suddenly shot his gaze to the gladiator team in the arena.

At last, the two eyes, which had never met before, found each other with great precision, as if they had already had a tacit understanding, and collided with each other steadily! One of them raised his head proudly, like a lion gazing at his mortal prey, and the other looked down contemptuously, like a god playing with an ant in his hand!

One touch is divided, less than a moment. Zar withdrew his gaze in silence and gripped the dagger at his waist tightly. Barberto's smile was even more kind. "Residents of Yuntai! Let's witness together! Today, who is from this battlefield, master!"

In the midst of even more frantic cheers, the Archon took a few steps back and sat firmly in his chair. On his face, the smile still did not dissipate, and the deep voice squeezed out of his throat. "Tell me, Blazei, it's all ready......" he said, "I hate that look!"

"Six gladiatorial arenas, seven free gladiators, a total of fifteen, are all below. If, you're asking this......" Blazeyi's voice didn't rise or fall in a bit, and beneath the hood, there was darkness. (To be continued......)