Two years later

In the weapons room, all kinds of creatures come and go, some are ready to go into the field and are choosing weapons, and some are just alive to return weapons.

Barn didn't get involved, after all, he was a systematic person, so he naturally didn't need these things.

He sat on the stool like that, his eyes glancing at a figure on the opposite side of the laser guardrail from time to time.

There was no shock on his face, and he even had a smile like nothing, but the bloodthirsty light in the depths of his eyes flashed.

He was no longer the bohemian 16-year-old.

It's 18 after all!

More mature, less grumpy.

Just then, a gladiator who had just returned came to his side and asked with a smile

"Hey! Ghost Swordsman, what are you looking at? ”

Barn glanced back at the man and patted his thick thigh in celebration of his return alive.

"She's the one who brought me here."

The man tapped him on the shoulder back and forth, glanced in the direction he was looking, turned away, and said a word, without emotion

"Oh! Me too, Scavenger Warrior 142"

Hearing this, Barn tugged at the corners of his mouth and stopped looking at her.

Don't get me wrong, this dude is not his friend, he doesn't technically have friends here.

There had been before, but then they all died, just like his first friend "Godzilla".

He died quietly and worthlessly, and some of them were even killed by him himself when he was fighting him.

After that, he no longer made friends, most of them just knew each other, and occasionally exchanged a few words, but everyone never made friends.

Compared with when he first came, he is now a well-known old man in the gladiator circle.

Relying on the powerful skills brought by the system and the bright red ghost hand that tore apart countless enemies, he was called the ghost swordsman.

No one remembered what his real name was, and no one cared, they only knew that the guy with the sword in his right hand and the ghost hand in his left hand was the ghost swordsman.

All the way from the most basic warm-up small transparent, to the current intermediate field of famous figures.

This kind of nickname that only a small group of people can have, he... Deserved!

As for why he was in the weapons room, it was because he had a show to perform later.

Here, you never know who's going to be playing against you, and there's no such thing as a fair draw.

The so-called high-level wants to see you perform abuse, and your opponent is a weak chicken.

They want to see you abused, so you have to be prepared to fight hard.

…

"Ghost swordsman, it's your turn!"

I don't know how long it was, but one of the gladiatorial guards came over and shouted.

Barn, who looked down and didn't know what he was thinking, slowly got up, moved his joints slightly, and followed the other party outward.

"Don't die!"

When passing by, there are always acquaintances smiling and blessings.

Right!

This is a blessing, a special way of blessing that belongs only to people like them.

The arena for the battle was large and spacious, and the ground made of special metal was very flat.

makes the two protagonists who come out from both ends seem so small.

The venue is circular, surrounded by a fence several meters high, and there are circles of auditoriums at the top.

It was overcrowded, and life species from all over the world gathered together, enthusiastic and crazy.

At the top of the auditorium, in the room behind a piece of transparent glass, on a spacious and comfortable sofa, sat the ruler of the planet, the Grandmaster.

He just sat there, smiling, waiting for the show to begin.

Seeing that both sides were in place, the host's voice sounded

"Friends! It's good to look at again today.

The defenders are the ghost swordsmen we are familiar with..."

At this point, there was a burst of cheers from the audience below.

"And the ...... on the other side"

"Do you live in Dunhuang? There are so many murals! ”

Barn didn't have the heart to listen to the host's nonsense, so he began to observe today's opponent with a complaint.

Mouthparts like mutated insects, yellow pupils, and Mediterranean hairstyle, the more you look at it, the more you look like the Predator in the movies of her previous life.

The long-handled battle axe in his hand was danced twice by him from time to time, and it was still a bit powerful in terms of momentum.

Barn had heard of him, and soon after he was captured, he became the strongest in the junior field, and he was extremely arrogant and domineering.

It has long been rumored that he privately said that everyone in the intermediate field is rubbish.

It was this incident that made the people around him start to talk about it, so that they heard of such a number one person.

I didn't expect the opponent to meet him in the first battle of the intermediate field today.

He decided to be a quality inspector for a good time, so that the other party could understand the truth that you can eat indiscriminately and not talk nonsense.

I have seen a lot of arrogant people, and there are really few who are more arrogant than him.

The host finally finished talking nonsense, and with an order, the duel began.

As soon as the host's voice fell, the other party strode over with a tomahawk, and every time he stepped on the ground, there was a "boom" sound.

There is a momentum of "I will take the lead in the charge".

Barn is not a rookie, and he is not easily frightened by the momentum of the other party.

As soon as his mind moved, the light in his hand flashed, and a white giant sword appeared in his hand.

The body of the sword is a bit like a radish, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, worthy of the name of the giant sword, and the length of his height, the width of the sword is enough to flatten the shoulder.

The exaggerated proportions all showed its heaviness and domineering, and the gray-white blade like rotten bones added a bit of coldness to him.

The boy is still the same boy he used to be, but the sword in his hand is no longer the simple katana!

Sauta's blood-drinking greatsword

Weapon Type: Greatsword

Required Level: 9

Rarity: Artifact

Physical Attack: +216

Magic Attack: +162

Durability: 30/35

Additional Attributes: Strength +13, Adds 10% damage when attacking forward.

...

Soon, the two collided together, using heavy weapons, and the style of play was wide open.

"Boom Boom"

In an instant, the sound of weapons colliding like thunder kept echoing in everyone's ears, making them even more bloody and excited.

After more than a dozen rounds, he roughly figured out the opponent's strength.

"You're weak enough! That's it? Do you output by mouth? ”

In the air, Barn taunted as he hunched his waist together, his sword in both hands, held high above his head.

Immediately after, the abdominal muscles tensed violently, and the body changed from the original "("shape" to ") shape", and the power was transmitted to both hands, carrying the blood-drinking giant sword and slashing down quickly.

The air of this powerful tomahawk-like slash was distorted, and if it was implemented in this blow, the "Mediterranean" was estimated to be directly smashed into a meatloaf.

Seeing that he didn't have time to dodge, he had to bite the bullet and raise his tomahawk to block.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the Mediterranean Sea flew out directly, and the person was still in mid-air, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of dark green blood.

Barn is unforgiving, he has always believed in taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and to be merciful to the enemy here is to be cruel to himself.

With one successful blow, without stopping, he picked up a giant sword from the smashed ground, and rushed towards the figure that flew out upside down at great speed.

The Mediterranean had barely stood up when Barn's side rushed closer.

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