At this time, the bell rang in the gladiatorial arena, and the gladiatorial host jumped into the center of the gladiatorial arena with full vitality. It was a loud dwarf with a fiery red beard. Behind him, there were two women who were almost **, covered in shiny oil, shining like dew-stained cloud rock. Accompanied by the exaggerated shouts of the dwarves, they are also constantly making various seductive movements.

At this time, more than a dozen people began to wander around the gladiatorial arena, accepting bets from the audience. In the box on the second floor, there are some girls of various races who walked in, in addition to providing basic services such as serving tea and pouring water, they also have some other key services, such as whenever the gladiatorial fight is the bloodiest, there will always be a few VIPs who are so excited that they directly press these girls down, and they will the spot.

The colosseum is roughly a hollow space with a diameter of 20 meters, no more than a meter deep, and a low wall of half a meter around it. That's all protection, so when the gladiatorial fight is at its most intense, it often affects the nearest onlooker. This unexpected gore is also one of the attractions of the gladiatorial arena.

The box on the second floor was full, and Howen, Huley, Caron, and Mark all appeared in the box, but Thunderhammer was nowhere to be seen. Richard observed Mark for a moment.

Mark the Blood Scythe was unusually tall, his muscles were knotted like iron, his chest was covered with a thick layer of black hair, and his clothes were still open-chested, as if he were showing off his medals, and it seemed that he was either an orc or a barbarian. From the very beginning, Mark, who was separated by a box, glared angrily at Richard, and Richard began to observe Mark after talking to Howen.

Unlike Mark, who had a fierce face and almost jumped over to do it, Richard was very calm and calm, just moving his gaze on Mark little by little, not letting go of every detail. Whether he glared, growled, or gestured more obscenely, Richard just stared at Mark in his own way. The more and more Mark moves, the more detailed the information in Richard's digital horizon becomes.

In the end, Mark couldn't stand Richard's gaze, cursed viciously, and shifted his gaze to the gladiatorial arena. No matter how crazy he was, he didn't mean to openly disrupt order and fight an outsider in the stands of the gladiatorial arena. To do so would be to provoke the most powerful thunderhammer in the camp. Of course, if the outsider can't stand the provocation and act first, it's another matter, but unfortunately the scene he expected did not appear.

At this moment, the game has begun, and it will be four human slave warriors who will face off against a hungry demon bear. The battle soon began to see blood, as the demon bear sliced open the entire chest and abdomen of a warrior. After a few moments, the furious demon bear had knocked down all the warriors and began to munch in front of everyone.

Blood flowed, organs were dripping, and scraps were stained with the bear's paws and the fur around the mouth.

It was so bloody that the cheers in the gladiatorial arena converged into a heavy wave, and the excited people could hardly find a more pleasant way. One of the hapless guys was pushed and accidentally fell through the low wall into the room, immediately attracting the attention of the demon bear. In his desperate and high-pitched cry, the demon bear flew up and slapped half of his head with one claw! The audience on the first floor not only did not flinch, but pushed each other, setting off a second wave of cheers.

The battle continued in rounds, and after a few battles, the fighters of various forces began to participate in the battle, and there were even two small leaders of the forces who faced each other directly.

Judging from the gameplay in the gladiatorial arena, Howen and Caron have conflicts, and Hooley seems to have some urgent disputes with Thunderhammer. In the end, although the orcs under Thunderhammer lost, the furious power also left a deep impression. Mark, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have a good relationship with everyone.

When one of Mark's dark-skinned men appeared, Richard called the maid, threw a gold coin on the tray in her hand, pointed at the dark-skinned gladiator, and said, "Buy him and lose!"

As an outsider, he sat directly in the box on the second floor, and Richard had already attracted the attention of the audience. This effect is further enhanced by the glow of the gold coins. At this time, the opponent of the black-skinned gladiator had not even appeared, and Richard directly bought him to lose, and the implication of targeting was already extremely obvious. There was an immediate uproar in the gladiatorial arena, and people began to talk about it.

Mark Bloodsickle's knife-like gaze shot over and glared at Richard fiercely, but he didn't say a word as nagging as before the opening......

The battle soon began, and the dark-skinned gladiator was victorious, and Richard's gold coin was gone. Richard had already seen that the dark-skinned gladiator was a tenth-level warrior and was naturally powerful. For an opponent who is only level eight and has no natural abilities, and can only fight bravely and fiercely with his life, he can naturally win easily.

Mark the Blood Scythe glared at Richard fiercely, roared proudly, pulled the maid over, pressed her against the guardrail, tore her skirt hard, ** hard, and then exercised violently.

Richard smiled, called the maid, pointed to the dark-skinned man in the field, and said, "Bet on him to lose the next game!"

With a bang, ten gold coins jumped into the tray in the handmaiden's hand. The sparkling light of the gold coin not only caught the attention of everyone in the field, but also choked Mark's **, making him forget about jì for a while.

It was only a moment later that Mark realized what had happened, and in an instant a huge humiliation overwhelmed his sanity. He pushed the girl away abruptly, pointed at Richard, and yelled hysterically: "I'm going to bet against you! Do you dare to send someone to fight my Black Death? I'll bet as much as you want!"

Richard smiled reservedly, at this moment, his demeanor was that of an out-and-out nobleman, elegant with the arrogance of a faint person, but it was not offensive: "Look at your little guts! I thought you would say how much bet I made, and you would double it, but it turned out to be just one to one." ”

Mark's face instantly flushed, then turned purple. With a bang, he had already clenched the short scythe that he had become famous for. The Colosseum fell silent suddenly.

Richard sat still, not showing the slightest sign of alarm from Mark's actions. He took out a money bag with his dazzling white hands, opened it, poured it over, and then a pool of gold coins flowed out of the money bag, and piled up on the tray into a shining hill!

"Just bet so much before the gentleman loses all his pants to me. It looked like he hadn't washed it in a long time. Richard said lightly, in the silence of the gladiatorial arena, his clear voice instantly reached everyone's ears. So countless eyes focused on Mark's **, because of repeated blows, his pride shrank to the extreme at this moment, and he was pitifully small.

The next moment, laughter instantly flooded the arena.