The gladiatorial fight soon began.

The hammer and the antbull gradually approached each other until they stopped after a distance of ten meters.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the order was heard on the radio, the two gladiators began to fight.

The battle was not gradual, but very fierce from the start.

Antbull's body was large but agile and dexterous, and he rushed to the hammer with a sliding shovel and slashed his left hand off.

But this is a flaw in the hammer's deliberate sale, taking advantage of the fact that the ant cow has just finished attacking and can't quickly make a quick evasion action, grabbing his right leg, the pliers on his arm quickly turn and unscrew the ant cow's right leg.

In the cheers of the audience, the two quickly distanced themselves.

The antcow bounced to keep its balance, while the hammer picked up the severed arm on the ground and placed it in a storage compartment sewn together with its back.

As the cheers of the crowd subsided, the two began the next round of showdown.

"Die!" The ant-ox roared and charged, darling for the hammer, the two knives in his arms ready to pierce flesh and metal.

The hammer was also charging, but his speed was slower than that of the one-legged jumping antbull, but he was more imposing, roaring as he ran: "Champion of Bravery, bless me!" ”

The hammer grew faster and faster with the roar, and he had already knocked him down before he could react, and the pincers on his arm slammed into the antbull's head.

After the first blow, the head of the ant cow was already deformed.

After the second blow, the ant-cow's face was deeply sunken.

After the third smash, the ant cow's head burst directly.

Hammerhammer rose in a pool of blood, lifted the corpse of the ant cow and yelled at the audience: "For the brave champion!" ”

The cheers and applause of the audience became even more violent, applauding the victors of this gladiatorial battle.

Hammerhammer did not leave the ring, dragging the corpse of the antox out of the ring, and then walked in front of a ring of iron railings outside the auditorium, showing off his achievements and the horrific death of his enemies.

"This man is hard enough, and he does not hesitate to exchange an arm for the death of the enemy." Crane stood up and applauded.

Gray looked at Grote on the side, expecting that Grote would enjoy this fierce gladiatorial fight, but found that his expression was trembling with shock.

"Antara!" Gray yells at Hammerhammer, "It's me!" ”

Hearing the name of Antara, Hammerhammer immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and he saw an officer and two people in power armor.

Afterwards, Grote took off his helmet and rushed to the edge of the stands to wave at the hammer.

Hammerhammer threw away the ant-cow's carcass and jumped up and waved at Grote, and the two shouted and communicated, but the voices were quickly drowned out by louder cheers and applause.

Grote pointed in the direction where the hammer had come out at the beginning of the fight, and gestured that only the two of them could understand that he would pass.

But Hammer just shook his head with a solemn expression and turned to leave.

……

Backstage in the Colosseum.

To reward the winning hammer, the Colosseum implants a new prosthesis into the hammer's severed arm, which does not function as a normal arm, but is simply a knife that emits electricity.

While implanting the prosthesis, Hammerhammer sees Grote, who has followed the female guide.

Grote had come on his own, and he had already sent Gray and Crane back first to prevent the two of them from getting into trouble.

After seeing Grote, the hammer immediately got up, dragged the half-implanted prosthesis over, and knelt down in front of the female guide: "Mentor." ”

The female guide nodded in satisfaction and then introduced Grote: "This is the guard of the commander of the First Army, and he said that he wanted to meet you, a brave gladiator. ”

"Yes." The hammer knelt down to Grote with his head pressed deeply, "Honorable lord, I salute you. ”

"Antara...... You...... I ......" Grote trembled and stumbled, squeezing for a long time without squeezing out a complete sentence, and finally turned his head to look at the female guide: "I need to be alone with him." ”

"Of course." The female guide nodded, and left with the rest of the backstage.

Wait for everyone else to leave, and then dare to get up and hug Grote: "Brother...... My brother ......"

"You...... What have you experienced? Grote felt half of his brother's cold metal body, and didn't even dare to guess his experience.

Hammerhammer didn't answer immediately.

The two muscular hunks hugged each other and wept bitterly, tears and snot mixed and flowed onto each other's power armor or metal shoulders.

Wait until Hammer has had enough crying before pulling Grlot to sit down and talk about his experience during this time.

The day after Grote entered the nest, an officer suddenly came to the house, saying that he had become a traitor at the front and had betrayed the rebels.

As a family member of a traitor, Hammerhammer and her sister had to pay an atonement of 500 Throne Coins, and a soldier could not afford to pay less than 20 Throne Coins.

The 500 Throne Coins then became a debt to Hammer and his sister, both of whom were sold to the Guild, and the sister disappeared, while Hammer was reformed into a pit slave.

"A week ago I killed the overseer and ran out, and then I was forced to join the gladiatorial arena and start gladiatorial fighting after two days of training." Hammerhammer lowered his head and looked at the ground, his tone containing irrepressible anger, "I named myself Hammer, and a good middle-aged gladiator guided me to believe in the champion of bravery. ”

With that, Hammerhammer pulled out a statue from his bosom.

The statue depicts a gladiator carrying a prisoner of war in his right hand and a string of skulls in his left hand.

"No...... You can't turn your back on the emperor...... I fought with the Emperor's messenger in the Nest, and you believe in ......"

"Where is the Emperor?"

Grote's words were interrupted by a hammer, and the serious elder stared at his younger brother, paused for a few seconds, and then asked, "Where was the emperor when they said you were a traitor?" When they sold our sister, where was the emperor? Where was the emperor when I was transformed into a pit slave? ”

Grote was dumbfounded when asked.

"The Champion of Valor has given me strength, and I can't leave, so I can only stay in the gladiatorial arena and sacrifice my blood to this great god." Hammerhammer said as he carried the statue of the Valiant Champion into his arms.

"But...... But the Emperor's messenger saved me...... I wouldn't have been able to leave the nest if it weren't for him......," Grote suddenly came up with a reason to defend the emperor.

Hearing this reason, Heavy Hammer glanced at his younger brother and said indifferently: "Maybe the person who saved you is also a god, or another messenger of God who is willing to give grace to the world, and no matter what he is, he is much better than the slave master who doesn't even want to fart on Terra." ”

Grote pondered in silence, he remembered that there were indeed people who worshipped Qin Mo as a god.

"I'm going to my next gladiatorial fight." Hammerhammer got up and walked towards the Colosseum.

"You have to come with me." Grout pressed his brother's shoulder, "The Legion Commander will change you into a better prosthetic body, so that you can act like a normal person, and then we will go to find Maya together, and then we will live in the bottom nest as a family." ”

"Are they going to let you take me?" Hammerhammer looked at the doorway.

"Of course they won't." Grote removed the gravity hammer from his back and tucked it into the hammer's pliers, "But I just have to take you away." ”

Looking at his brother's power armor and the hammer he had stuffed into his hand, the hammer thought for a moment and nodded: "We're going to find Maya, and then we're going to get together as a family like before, but before that I have to get revenge on those miscellaneous pieces." ”