Everything changed so fast, so fast that none of the audience could react, and the terrifying blood-colored monster toyed with the Wind Sword Saint Hojberg in the palm of his hand and struck it into the air. This is a one-sided and inhumane hanging! The target of the hanging and beating is the top saint-level powerhouse in the human world, and the perpetrator of the murder is just a breacherous Beamon orc priest before this, who can imagine such a change.

It seems that just after Captain Cao's body turned a weird crimson, his combat power instantly reached an explosive state, and all the viewers who saw Captain Cao's performance would never imagine who else could defeat this monster in this gladiatorial arena.

At this time, Captain Cao didn't bother to pay attention to what other people thought or thought, he only had his prey in his eyes. Killing a powerhouse of the Holy Rank is absolutely nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy for the vast majority of people on the Pan-American Continent, but Captain Cao is different, this is not the first time he has done this kind of business, so he is as light as a weight. What is the difference between Hoiberg, who flew high into the air under his onslaught, and a pig beast waiting to be slaughtered?

"Lord Hank, there seems to be something wrong with the captured orc slaves sent by the slave hunters today......" A staff member of the Arena of Fever appeared on the main battle stage, and then whispered to Hank. Because the powerful people of the entire Sacramento Kingdom are on this subjective battlefield, this staff member does not dare to manifest too much of a gaffe.

"What's the problem? Hurry up and get out of here, don't you see that Lao Tzu is busy now?" Hank looked angry, and at this time he couldn't listen to anything at all. The Arena of Fever often buys some combat-ready slaves from slave hunters, whether it's Vikings from the North or orcs who have come to the human world from various sources. As long as they have the value of fighting in the gladiatorial arena, then they have the possibility of being bought. Hank was anxious and impatient. The Arena of Fever bought gladiator slaves, which was only a small matter, and how could Hank, as the head of a family divided by the dignified Rothschilds, bother with these trivial things that made him lose his status?

Cuban glanced sideways slightly, and a strange smile crossed his face, as if he had known about this scene for a long time. Everything in the Arena of Fever today, and even everything in the whole of Montana, Cuban has a firm grasp of it, and he has secretly put a lot of energy into it. Cuban could pat his chest and assure that there were absolutely no slave catchers who came to the Arena to trade gladiator slaves in the fanatical arena today, and some were just Kuban's henchmen who helped the raiders smuggle into the city.

This is what Captain Cao and Old Man Ao mean, such as openly invading a place like Montana City, of course, it is more reasonable to cooperate with the outside world. And Commander Cao specially explained to Kuban that he must create a chaos in the fanatical arena. In addition to the two Spartan boys named by Captain Cao to save, there are also many orc slaves in the underground prison of this fanatical arena, and Captain Cao is not willing to watch them wait here for death. Commander Cao means to let these orc compatriots go out of Montana with him and return to his homeland, as for whether they choose to go or stay at that time, that is a matter of the future, and at present, Captain Cao is absolutely unwilling to give up any of his compatriots. And once Captain Cao succeeds, if they are still here, they will definitely let these humans pour their anger on them, and this situation should not be taken lightly by Captain Cao.

In addition to a few large troops who stayed with Old Man Ao to be at the disposal of the old man, a few guys such as Melon Anthony and the villain Rodman took a few of their brothers to play slaves, and they had just been transported to the underground prison of the Fever Arena. Kuban is not at all worried about colluding with the Beamon Orcs to bring disaster to the Sacramento Kingdom, the slave catchers who accepted his commission are all partners that Kuban has found with a lot of money, and there will be brave men under the reward, and they can yearn for the huge benefits promised by Kuban. Kuban will not worry about what they will say, the shackles on the soldiers of the raiding regiment who infiltrated the arena are fake, and when they are in trouble, they will kill these slave catchers as soon as possible, and the dead will not betray others. Kuban's abacus of killing two birds with one stone is not ordinary dexterity.

"Hank! what are you still doing in a daze? Can't you still see the situation that you can't see?" Tyron Lou couldn't help but roar, Hoiberg has obviously suffered a heavy blow now, and is no longer the opponent of Captain Cao, if Hank still cares about any reputation or profit at this time, then Hoiberg will definitely die. Compared to Hoyberg, a prestigious saint-level powerhouse, what is Hank's own reputation and interests? Abandoning the car to protect the commander is a very common means in the human world, compared to Hoyberg, Hank is not even a car, this is the fact. Tyronn Lue wouldn't even mind if he had to clean up Hank and make him pay for the mess!

"Lord Bishop, I'm trying!" Hank replied in a sweat, his voice filled with panic. At this moment, Hank directly pulled the eyes of everyone on the subjective battle platform, and Hank's hand pinched the controller of the deadly element prop on Captain Cao's body, and pressed it vigorously. Pressing the damn button of the trigger almost broke Hank's fingers, but it didn't cause the slightest reaction.

The pimple made of magical metal on Captain Cao's body no longer has the matching elemental power, and it is strange what effect Hank can press. Even if the gods in the heavens could hear Hank's prayers now, there was nothing they could do, and Cuban took out a bulging cigar from his bosom and lit it, thinking happily.

Captain Cao will always be the person who is good at turning "impossible" into "no, possible", miracles may never be rare, but once Captain Cao participates in it, miracles become like those discounted vegetables in the vegetable market.

If the speed and explosiveness of the legs can reach a certain level, then just relying on virtual kicks can keep the body in the air, and Captain Cao has undoubtedly already exceeded this level. After Hojberg flew up like a rocket in the air, Captain Cao also jumped after him, soaring up like a big bird, with the volley kick of his feet, a series of powerful rhythmic blasting sounds also exploded, Captain Cao stepped out step by step, as if stepping on an invisible staircase to quickly climb into the sky! Captain Cao may not be able to use elemental power to levitate himself like those Saint-Rank powerhouses on the Pan-American Continent, but his own solo walking is definitely no worse than the tricks of those Saint-Order powerhouses. Captain Cao rushed to Hoiberg's side at the speed of chasing the stars and the moon, and at this time, Hoiberg had just gasped from the kick. After receiving the kick from Captain Cao, Hoiberg felt like he had been slapped by a dragon, nay, or rather a Beamon behemoth whose strength was the highest in Pan-America. Hojberg didn't even know that his ribs had been kicked and broken, and his whole face was distorted and covered in sweat with pain, but it was only with perseverance that he did not pass out on the spot.

"Didn't you just say that you were going to send me to hell? It's a pity that you're still too stupid, even if you stand face to face, you can't even tell that Lao Tzu is hell!" Captain Cao mercilessly sarcastically sarcastically said that history is always written by the winner, and now Hoiberg's only identity is just a loser. His identity as a saint-level powerhouse now seems to be so pale and powerless, and his only purpose is to let Regiment Leader Cao step on it and become a god. After this battle, Captain Cao will definitely become famous, and he who kills the powerhouse of the Holy Rank will make the entire human world tremble for him! During this time in the human world, Captain Cao also received the reward he deserved.

Hojberg had not given up the last ray of hope until now, and he raised his fist with great difficulty and struck at the sneering face of Captain Cao. It's a pity that this doesn't mean the slightest, and Captain Cao just gently stretched out his hand and slapped his fist to the side. Without waiting for Hoiberg to make any more moves, Captain Cao's body suddenly approached from behind Hoiberg, and Captain Cao stretched out all fours and hung on Hoiberg's body in an extremely strange posture.

Or it shouldn't be described as "hanging", Captain Cao's arms passed under Hoiberg's armpits and buckled together at the back of his neck, and a pair of legs were also wrapped around Hoiberg's waist and crossed to clasp Hoiberg's legs. This time, Captain Cao did not use the racial ability of a certain orc race, but a joint lock technique that the snake warriors were very good at. Snake warriors are naturally extremely flexible, which allows them to perform many incredible moves. Ginobili, the personal guard of the head of Cao, is very good at this, it is a man who is known as a man who is full of feints, and this snake entanglement technique is also what the head of Cao learned from him. The art of snake entanglement, as the name suggests, is inspired by the actions of snakes to prey on prey, and anyone who has seen these cold-blooded creatures hunting their prey will shudder. Once entangled by them, it is only after being swallowed by them that it is possible to break free from the bondage. The snake warriors are not a race with outstanding strength, and with this joint lock technique, they can lock up opponents who are several times stronger than themselves, making them unable to move. The greater the power, the more lethal it will be with this technique. For example, the current head of Cao, his strength has reached an unreasonable level, not to mention that it is only Hoiberg who is locked by him, even if it is a giant dragon, it is absolutely immobile.

"It's over, my friend, and you will live forever in my heart. Captain Cao grinned in Hoiberg's ear and announced Hoiberg's death sentence in a tone that seemed to be grinding with his lover's ears.

When the bodies of the two of them had risen to the highest point, the bodies of the two wrapped in a ball also stood still for a moment and then suddenly fell downward, gravity never let go of any target. Captain Cao also twisted with the help of waist strength, adjusted the posture of the two to their heads and feet, and smashed down towards the ground. However, Captain Cao treacherously pushed Hoiberg underneath to ensure that his head would hit the ground first. At this moment, all the spectators in the entire Fever Arena couldn't help but stand up, they already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

"What is he trying to do? Someone is going to stop him!" Tyronn Lou was shocked, he wasn't a fool, and he certainly knew what that meant. It was dozens of feet in the air, and if it was smashed down so hard at this height, even the steel and iron bones would fall apart, not to mention Hoiberg, who had now completely lost his ability to resist. A Holy Order powerhouse had fallen in his own diocese, and Tyron Lu felt chills in his heart just thinking about it. Even if it wasn't his responsibility, it would affect Tyronn Lue's dominance here.

The controller they had hoped for was already determined that nothing was going to happen, and Hank was now watching the situation completely out of his control. Until now, Hank couldn't believe that Captain Cao, who he had always regarded as a dead man, had become the biggest enemy in his life, and he was strong enough to destroy his life.

Head Cao just maintained that posture and did not move, enjoying the wonderful pleasure of weightlessness at this moment. The rapidly falling bodies of the two pulled out a desperate roar, as if a century had passed, and it seemed as if it had only passed for a moment. As the two of them fell to the ground, the ground of the gladiatorial arena trembled, and a loud "bang" broke out, and between the dust, the ground where the two of them were located was smashed into an obvious depression, and a series of cobweb-like cracks also spread from the center.

A moment later, Captain Cao got up from the dust, and even though it fell from such a high altitude, the cargo was still unharmed. The force generated by the terrifying impact was almost all transferred to Hoiberg by Commander Cao, and what about Hoiberg, the head of this famous Wind Sword Saint had already burst like a watermelon, and it was impossible to get up again...... (To be continued.) )