Uuzula dodged her fist, then flipped her wrist and returned a fierce and swift spear stab with her backhand.

"Bang!"

The tip of the spear is blocked by the dagger grid.

The gladiator threw another hook, which came quickly and violently, shattering the wooden totem ornament on the native's shoulder.

This time, Uuzullah was scared out of a cold sweat:

(Good guys!) Shaman God bless! Fortunately, there is lucky totem protection, otherwise this punch will have to be dislocated in the shoulder, I can't imagine that this guy's fist is so powerful! ）

Uuzullah suddenly exerted a force, swinging his backhand and slashing with a short spear while kicking a roundhouse kick.

The gladiator was caught off guard by this unconscionable move, and his breastplate was struck, and the tip of the quenched spear slashed against the bridge of his nose.

(It's dangerous!) Almost died! ）

Instead of stopping his attacks, the gladiators threw more frequent punches, sending the natives back in one combo of punches.

In the process of constantly swinging his fists, Mr. Iron Fist has been glancing at the ground with his peripheral vision,

He spotted the opportunity to withdraw his spear and picked up what he wanted with a roll.

(Okay!) I'm going to gamble now, and the stakes are my life! Come, god of fate, I am not afraid of you! ）

He is such a bold and resolute person, once he decides, he will not hesitate to run the school

"Look at it, brute! This punch is killing you! He yelled.

The indigenous warrior Uuzullah Achimpen was unimpressed:

"Come on, old turtle, you're dying, it's just a mouthful!"

Despite this, the natives were quite afraid of the gladiator's fists, tensing their nerves and preparing for defense.

Mr. Ironfist blocked the short spear with a dagger in his left hand, and swung his right fist violently,

It seemed like just a mediocre hook, with a lot of power and speed.

(What the is this?) It made me nervous for nothing...... ）

Just as Uuzullah gradually let down her guard, thinking that she could easily dodge this punch,

He had apparently forgotten one thing, his chieftain's father, to keep an eye out for the poisonous letter in the mouth of the viper.

The gladiator's fist suddenly changed into a palm, and it turned out to be a false move, with a blow arrow poison dart between his fingers, and when he approached the opponent's door, he threw it violently, hitting the right eyeball of the indigenous warrior.

"Oops!!"

Uuzula fell to the ground and rolled in pain,

The poison of the rainforest quickly flowed through his body along the blood circulation, and he felt like he was being eaten by hundreds of millions of man-eating ants at the moment, and he had completely lost his ability to resist the forest.

"You bastard! Vile! Dirty! He screamed in despair.

Seeing that victory was in hand, Mr. Ironfist threw away the bladed dagger and whistled unhurriedly:

"No wonder I, Mr. Chief, this poison dart is your own weapon, I'm just returning it to its rightful owner."

The power of the rainforest's poison was so fierce that in just half a minute, the dark-skinned natives were already foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.

Mr. Iron Fist raised his head and looked at the VIP stands,

His master, Lord Batitas, the owner of the Blood Arena, smiled like a fool,

The slave trader had made a big bet on his champion gladiator before the tournament began, and he had made a lot of money.

Seeing the locals defeat the gringos, the audience cheered.

"Long live Mr. Iron Fist! The title was successfully defended! ”

Mr. Ironfist took off his heavy bronze helmet, revealing his sweaty head, and he bent down to salute the eighty-thousand-strong spectator, and then asked in a loud voice:

"Everyone, forgive or die?"

"Kill!

Kill!

Kill! ”

A shout of slaughter proclaimed the will of the people, and according to the rules of the final, the gladiator could not fight yet, and he still had to seek the opinion of the high-ranking people.

The guest of honor at the contest, the Mayor and the Archon, all made the same gesture of thumbs downward.

"The grown-ups want him dead!"

Mr. Iron Fist nodded, he looked at the twitching body on the ground, and said slowly:

"You are a hopeless fool, barbarian, you have the freedom to voluntarily join in this killing feast, get the end you deserve, and witness the glory of the defending champions! I'm here to give you a treat! ”

In the cheers of more than 80,000 spectators,

He picked up the hammer in both hands, and with all his strength he smashed the black head into a pile of strawberry jam, and then he fell to his knees, welcoming freedom with tears of joy.

"Defending champion! Mr. Iron Fist! The audience cheered.

The gladiator frantically took off his breastplate, the wound on his back was still bleeding, he opened his hands and shouted to the audience:

"Nope! Not Mr. Tekken...... That's not my real name!

Listen the fuck to Lao Tzu!

My name is Andy Whitefield, call out my name! ”

"Andy! Andy! "The arena is boiling again.

Undoubtedly, this was the most glorious moment in the life of gladiator Andy Whitefield,

According to the new rules of the arena, champion gladiators can get better weapons and equipment, and the defending champions will receive a bag of gold coins, as well as more valuable prizes

- Regain your freedom, wash away all your previous punishments, and regain your life as a citizen of the Kingdom of Solan.

Andy had already planned to take the bounty to the tavern for a beer, and then take a boat across the ocean to find a country free of slavery to settle in, such as the Valstad Empire, which is very good, and the Empress Salantos is willing to take in the immigrants who were born slaves.

Then, find a remote village to buy a piece of farmland and settle down, marry a village girl as a wife, have a few children, and spend the rest of your life in peace.

It's a pity that this is just a wishful dream of the gladiators,

Andy Whitefield was unaware of the shameless deception lurking behind all this beautiful façade,

Unbeknownst to him, these false promises were all carefully woven lies by the slave owners, just to give the gladiators hope and earn more for themselves.

In the VIP seat, Lord Battitas, the owner of the Blood Arena, raised his glass and laughed:

"Haha! Look at this slave gladiator, he actually thinks he has been freed! What stupidity! ”

A pot-bellied banker next to him said:

"At least let this guy enjoy a moment of pleasure, we can't let the people down, aren't you, Lord Archon?"

"Cheers!" The consul raised his glass and drank it down: "What a wonderful game, thanks to Mr. Battitas for the VIP table and the wine, my wife and I had a great time." ”

At the same time, several men in black in the corner of the east grandstand were whispering:

"Very well, this gladiator is a ruthless character, and he has the potential to be the leader of the slave uprising, so it is decided that it is him!"

"Now that you have finalized the candidates, sir, and our personnel are all in place, in order to avoid long nights and dreams, how about starting to act next week?"

"Well, that's it, Nemesis plans to officially start next Monday! Carrier pigeons will be released tonight to prepare the agents lurking around the kingdom for action. ”

"Sir, I have a question, if King Louis I of Solan finds out that we have instigated a slave revolt, Her Royal Highness the Princess will be in danger."

"Don't worry, it's all arranged, I will sneak into the Solan Palace at the right time to pick up Her Royal Highness the Princess."

What if she refuses? According to the available information, Her Royal Highness Princess Rosemary is becoming more and more powerful, and I am afraid that she has unforgivable ambitions. ”

"The soldiers will block, the water will come to cover the earth, no matter what happens, report to the prime minister in time."

"Okay, let's disband it while it's lively."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am leaving! We'll see you in a week! ”

Before the championship celebration was over, several sneaky men in black had already left the Blood Arena and disappeared into the depths of the dark alley.