When Midi came out, there was a small commotion in the stands.

Hunting, war, plundering, defending, trading, and brutal selection, the tarantula tribe remained unchanged for many years, and the population only slowly increased.

But now, the appearance of the human Midi has made this tribe that hunts in silence a rare topic of gossip.

Originally, there were almost no people who came to watch the selection of the lowest-level slave fighters, and only the middle-level slave fighters would come to learn about their companions and opponents who would join them in the future.

But now, not only were quite a few members of the tarantula tribe present, but they were even more excited about Midi's appearance.

For a moment, in the face of all kinds of cheers, cheers and mockery, Midi even had the illusion that he was in an arena in the sky and a sea of clouds.

"Damn, whose position is it in this selection to put Midi against that lizardman?"

This is tantamount to making it clear that the chariot and horse are telling Sù Golantis to slaughter the slave she values.

On the other side of the stands, another young and bewitching priestess was looking at her with a smile, playing with a precious magic dagger in her hand.

Although they are both black dragon priests, it is precisely because of this same identity that the two women have never dealt with each other.

And this time, it was clear that Midi had fallen victim to the struggle between the two sides.

In the eyes of the Dark Elves, at least, there was absolutely no chance of survival for a weak human being to be placed against the strongest slave fighters, albeit only the strongest of the lower ranks.

"Zarid, you bastard! I remember, you wait and see!" Realizing that it was his old rival who was in the way, Golantis muttered through gritted teeth, and then sat down in his seat as if he were going to collapse the poor chair.

While the priestesses of the tarantula tribe were intriguing, on the other side of the stand, under the watchful eye of the guards, the mid-ranking slave fighters who had emerged from the bloody selection were also staring intently at Midi and laughing.

Being on the verge of death for a long time makes these slaves desperately looking for all kinds of stimuli.

And what can compare to the wonderful scene of a weak human being tortured and killed?

It's just that among this group of middle-level slave fighters, a young and handsome Dark Elf slave sitting in the center did not make an excited commotion like the others.

On the contrary, the dark elf even had a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw Midi appear.

From the other party's pace, posture and eyes, he couldn't see even the slightest flaw in this so-called "weak human being"!

In his long career in combat, this Dark Elf slave had never seen such an impeccable warrior!

"Looks like the lizardman is in trouble. The Dark Elf slave finally spoke, "This human kid seems to be tricky. ”

A human, tricky.

This is an extremely ludicrous statement.

But when it came out of the mouth of the dark elf slave, no one laughed, neither the rude fighters nor the guards on the side showed a look of surprise, but they did not laugh.

"I know you don't believe it. The Dark Elf slave smiled, "Do you want to try a bet?" Twenty silver coins, I'll bet the human will win." ”

"You have no hope, Zaknavan . "It was a guard who spoke up.

Although the other party was a slave fighter and a prisoner of war, there was no disrespect in the guard's tone, only a kind of regret.

"Oh?" Zaknavan looked at the other man.

"I'll admit, that human is a bit tricky, but he's stupid. The guard said, "Last night he had a conflict with the lizardmen, and the lizardmen suffered a loss, so today, in a real life-and-death battle, the lizardmen will not take the enemy lightly." And how strong a serious lizardman is, Zaknavan should be well aware of it yourself. ”

"Makes sense, warrior of tarantulas. Zaknavan nodded, then smiled nonchalantly, "But I insisted on betting." ”

"Hmph, people of Tempest, stubborn. Not to be outdone, the guard snorted, "I'm following!"

"And me. ”

"And me!"

All of a sudden, several guards, who were also tarantulas, came to the aid of their fellow tribesmen and launched a silver coin attack against the prisoner of war slave fighter who came to Tempest.

If Midi had died like this, the prisoner of war named Zaknafan would have lost everything, but he didn't seem to have such concerns at all, and just took the gamble challenge indifferently.

And in the real arena, the lizardmen are already impatient.

Although he suffered a small loss during the brawl yesterday, in the lizardman's opinion, it was mainly caused by such a few small problems.

First of all, he couldn't figure out the number of Midi's paths, and this human would turn into light, which caught people off guard.

Secondly, this human dog's luck is so good, he is obviously an outsider, but several swords have slashed at the weakest place of his scales, which makes him see blood.

Last but not least, he underestimated the enemy.

But at this moment, the lizardmen have concentrated all their energy, and there will never be the slightest underestimation of the enemy.

After all, this is a real bloody battle, and it is not unheard of for an old soldier to die in the novice chaotic sword, plus yesterday's problem, he is extremely cautious at this moment.

Not only that, but the lizardmen also donned a full-body insect shell armor.

On the Arad continent, this armor is enough to crush a knight's mount, but when worn on this lizardman, it seems that it has no weight at all.

And on top of his hands, he also put on the martial artist's signature weapon - a pair of black iron fists that shimmer with cold light.

Heavily armed, and with last night's self-reflection, the lizardman's self-confidence had swelled to the extreme, and he felt that he was invulnerable, and that Midi would not have any chance.

What follows will only be a torture.

On the other side of the lizardman, Midi weighed the weight of the scimitar in his hand and frowned slightly.

It's a good knife, but first, there's only one, and secondly, it's a little lighter for Midi.

Considering that today's battle also took on some "spectatorship" in nature, Midi hoped that he would be able to solve the battle more cleanly in order to gain the approval of the tarantula tribe, rather than slowly grinding down his opponent in a long and boring series of trials and attacks.

And with this knife alone, it is obviously difficult to do so many requirements.

As for Midi's sword, although it can replace the weapon as a help for the ghost swordsman when he is barehanded, the blade with condensed magic power is naturally not used to it.

Of course, if you use the psychic ability or the Awakening Secret Skill "Flying Sword Dance", you may be able to achieve the same goal.

It's just that that's Midi's real trump card, and it can't be used in such a place.

For a moment, Midi found herself with few options.

As a human, after all, he has not fully adapted to the Dark Regions and the various enemies here.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

Something extremely sharp flying prop is shooting at Midi.

Midi glanced at it, then reached out and took it in his hand.

He looked at it, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What flew over was the twin swords of "Kill" and "Kill".

The one who threw the sword was naturally Midi's "mistress", the black dragon priest Golantis.

"Take it, your sword!" said Golantis, looking coldly at Midi from the stands, and without waiting for an answer, she sat down again, apparently with no intention of continuing the conversation.

The reason for the priestess to make such a gesture that seemed to be a gamble and a good intention, Midi had no time to consider, he just nodded, waved his hand, and held the two swords lightly in his hands.

"Come on. Midi raised the blade of her sword against the lizardman, shaking the tip as if teasing an angry bull.

This insulting gesture immediately caused the lizardfolk to rage.

In an instant, he put his caution behind him completely, and as if he had really turned into an angry bull, he roared and rushed towards Midi.

A lizardman more than two meters tall, heavily armed, and level 60 charged, enough to describe the ground shaking the mountain.

On the Arad continent, even an elite army composed of thousands of hoplites will only be torn to pieces in front of this lizardman.

It's just that today's Midi is no longer the Midi who still needs to fight the war of the nobility in the kingdom.

In the face of this charge, he crossed his swords and met him directly from the front.

"Look for death!" the lizardman let out a roar of anger mixed with excitement and bloodlust.

His fist slammed into each other, immediately causing a gust of wind, and the air flow even burst directly under the force of this fist.

Martial artist skills, crash punches!

At the same time, a golden-red sword light that was extremely condensed and condensed also flowed around Midi's body, and the two long swords slashed down with the power of splitting mountains and breaking stones.

Ghost swordsman skills, mountain collapse strike!

Although there is a huge difference in size between the two sides, they invariably chose the way of frontal hard attack.

The lizardman did it because he only knew how to do it.

And Midi did this in response to Rotes's teachings - less dodge, more beating, and physical training.

So instead of using high-speed movements such as ghost flashes, he changed his old style and launched a frontal onslaught.

All of a sudden, the fist wind and the sword wind collided violently with each other, and the dark magic power in the arena surged wildly.

In the midst of the battle, a figure suddenly flew upside down, slashed a blood-soaked arc in mid-air, and then slammed into the ground, smashing a large crater.

It was the lizardmen who were sent flying!

Midi, on the other hand, stood proudly in place, and although the armor on his body was twisted in many places, it was obvious that he had received a few punches, but in the midst of this stormy attack, he only took a few steps back.

For a moment, there was an uproar in the entire stands.