I saw Volker throw out the other party's broken arm in his hand, a large amount of blood sprayed on the sand, the sword and shield gladiator had fainted on the ground in a trance, but he was still helped by Volker to kneel on the ground.

Standing behind the sword and shield gladiator, Volker raised his hands to show off his work to the audience, and amid a cheer that resounded through the arena, Volker picked up the short sword in his hand and pressed the tip of the sword and shield gladiator's neck from top to bottom.

He put his hands to his ears, eager to hear louder cheers, and the audience on stage lived up to his expectations, some of whom shouted at the point where they burst their throats and continued to shout. Of course, the owners of the Colosseum and the officials like to see these people so heartbroken, and the more crazy they are, the more money the owners of the Colosseum will make and the more taxes the officials will collect.

Volker's sword-gripping hand slowly applied pressure, from the tip of the sword piercing the skin of the sword and shield gladiator to the point of the sword completely submerging, the sword gladiator's body continued to struggle and twitch, and Volker held his mouth with his other hand and forcibly pressed his body with his elbow.

Volcker approached his ear, licked his ear, and said softly, "Relax, relax, shh...... They're looking at you, they're cheering for you, don't be nervous, don't be afraid, it's over soon, shh......h

By the time Volker finished speaking, his neck had sunk into a short sword, and the sword and shield gladiator was quiet in a burst of convulsions.

Cha!

Volker pulled the short sword out of the sword and shield gladiator's neck, and a large amount of blood was brought out, and the sword and shield gladiator's head was cut off when Volker drew his sword.

Such a bloody scene made Barron subconsciously close his eyes, although he no longer had any expectations for this world, but this kind of competition to kill the other party slowly to get fun, or performance, really made Barron a little unacceptable. But Karl snapped Barron's eyes open with his fingers, allowing him to watch Volcker bleed his enemies without missing a single shot.

"Since fate has brought you here, these are the ways you must go, and you should be prepared whether you are a torturer or an executioner."

Barron listened to Carl's words and did not refute, he pushed away Karl's hand that was breaking his eyes, and watched Volcker's performance.

Almost everyone in the audience was cheering for Volker, and Volcker enjoyed this feeling, which he could not usually feel as a slave, and only by killing the enemy on the battlefield could he get a moment of cheering from others.

said that he wanted to see the "good show" staged by the mad pig, but he performed a "good show" for everyone in advance, the blood stuck to the sand on the gladiatorial arena and made Volcker's body dirty, he came to the three of them, maybe his mood changed after killing someone, and when he saw that Barron was also there, he smiled and rubbed Barron's head and said, "Yes, little ghost, it can be solved faster than me." ”

Barron reached out and patted Volcker's hand away from his head, staring at him coldly.

"Yo! Yes, Carl, you see, this little imp has a good eye, and I'm starting to like him. ”

"Alright, let's watch the Mad Pig show! It's almost time to get started! ”

The cheers belonging to Volcker in the arena gradually subsided, but soon, another cheer rang out. At this time, on the battlefield, only Mad Pig and a sword and shield gladiator were fighting.

It is said that it is grappling, but it is actually the unilateral suppression of the mad pig, the enemy has thrown away the shield in his hand, and in the face of the mad pig's mace, such a shield is absolutely impossible to defend, and continuing to wear it on the hand will only affect mobility.

But throwing away the shield can't get into the body of the mad pig, the huge mace swings like a huge whirlpool, and the enemy keeps trying to escape, but the whirlpool gets closer and closer.

Syllable!

The other party tried to block the mace of the mad pig with the short sword in his hand, but he didn't want to break it directly and flew out with the hilt of the sword.

No way!

Looking at the enemy with his bare hands, Mad Pig stopped the mace in his hand, he threw the mace on the ground, and also walked towards the enemy with his bare hands. The enemy's eyes slowly turned from surprise to anger.

Gladiators and slaves also had dignity, even if such dignity was insignificant, even if such dignity was not even worth the ants on the ground, but they did not want to be pitied by their opponents in the gladiatorial arena.

They were all sent here as low-level creatures, and they had long given up on their lives, and being able to die honorably on the battlefield was also a better destination for gladiators, and they didn't want to be pitied by the enemy when they died. Perhaps, in their eyes, if the other party really pitied him, they should simply kill him without pain.

I saw the gladiator hysterically waving his fists and rushing towards the mad pig, the size of the mad pig belonged to the strong man of the strong men, he did not dodge or dodge, and let the gladiator's fists and feet smash on his body.

Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, Mad Pig grabbed the gladiator's neck and lifted him up, while Mad Pig's other hand had already caught his feet.

"Friend, I can only ask you to accompany me to finish this good show, I want a woman, so I have to behave well."

Click!

As soon as Mad Pig finished speaking, the gladiator's feet were broken by Mad Pig, and Mad Pig threw him on the ground like garbage, and the gladiator fell to the ground and twisted his body, and his mouth was open as if he was screaming, but no one could hear it, because the cheers here had long since overshadowed everything.

Mad Pig picked up his mace from the ground and walked over to the immobilized gladiator. Watching Mad Pig raise his mace high, he thought he was finally free, endured the pain, closed his eyes and waited quietly for death.

Boom!

Yes......

The mace fell, and the gladiator let out another scream, and the mace did not kill him, but only smashed his left calf. His eyes widened and he glared at the mad pig like a demon from hell, but at this moment, the mad pig was the evil spirit from hell.

Boom! A mace fell, this time on his left thigh, and the cheers around him became stronger and stronger, and he lay on the ground helpless, tears of grief and pain could not be stopped, and he only prayed that the mad pig would kill him completely.

But Mad Pig would not satisfy his prayers in order to behave better, and the third hammer fell, this time on his right calf, followed by his right thigh, left arm, and right arm......