In captivity, the slave fighters were unarmed.

Of course, as a ghost swordsman, Midi, his pair of extremely sharp "killing" and "lore" swords were naturally taken away.

In other words, in this black rock cave, everyone is empty-handed.

This is a fatal nerf for weapon-dependent classes such as ghost swordsmen, roaming gunners, and so on.

However, a race like the Lizardmen, which generally focuses on the profession of martial artists, can dominate in this kind of stone cave with their strong flesh.

Coupled with the scales like metal armor, ordinary professionals can't even hurt them.

At this moment, the lizardman's punch came without warning, with a violent fist wind, not only causing the surrounding dark magic to fluctuate surgingly, but even causing the golden-red sword light around Midi's body to sway slightly.

Martial artist skills, inch punches!

If it is hit by this punch, let alone iron armor, even the steel plate of the city gate will be punched out of a hole, and this move is extremely fast, it does not need to be charged at all, and it is difficult to defend.

However, how could Midi, who was always vigilant, be restrained by this kind of trick?

With a light ghost step, Midi instantly dodged the opponent's attack.

"Interesting!, but you're still no match for me!" the lizardman snarled excitedly.

Relying on his thick skin and the fact that he is a martial artist, he decided that he could eat the unarmed Midi.

What's more, the other party is still a weak human being, and I am afraid that he will not be able to adapt to the fighting style of the dark region at all.

Therefore, after the lizardman's punch was flashed, instead of panicking, he became energetic - a sandbag that can beat a few more times is a good sandbag!

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist!

Midi didn't have a sword, and certainly wouldn't take out the armband that the dagger "Golden Forgiveness" had turned into, but in his hand appeared a crimson sword that was completely condensed with sword light.

It looks like a normal lightsaber!

Of course, there is still a lot of gap between the power of this sword and the real weapon, after all, it is just a condensation of magic power, not a treasure of heaven and earth.

However, when the other party is defenseless and unequipped, it is not a problem to use it to cut the scales of a lizardman.

Not only that, but with such a substitute similar to a lightsaber in his hand, many of the ghost swordsman's sword skills can also be easily displayed.

Without waiting for the lizardman to react, Midi immediately took another step forward, the red light in his hand flashed, and it was already three consecutive slashes in the upper, middle and lower sections.

Ghost swordsman skill, triple slash.

Suddenly, the scales of the lizardmen's pride were cut open, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, the next moment, when he finally came to his senses, a layer of black energy immediately rose around his body.

Martial arts skills, steel and iron bones.

"Stupid human, you dare to hurt me, you are dead! No one in this world can save you!" "The lizardman was finally enraged, or rather, he was already a little hysterical after realizing that he had been injured by a weak human.

"Come on. Midi said lightly, and the sword in his hand rose again, turning into a double sword in an instant.

It's just that this battle came and went quickly.

Suddenly, a huge coercion fell from the sky, causing all the slave fighters in the entire Black Rock Cave to feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Slave fighters are forbidden to fight among themselves!, you fools, if you want to die, wait until you get to the arena!" a deafening voice amplified by magic rang out.

The tarantula tribe's magical surveillance is no joke.

From the lizardman punching to the midi attack to the opponent's defense, it was actually only a few seconds in total, but the warning came immediately.

"Stop me at once!" the voice continued to growl.

At the same time, the coercion in the entire stone cave has become stronger.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary skill, but it is likely to be the pressure caused by the magic circle connected to the demon vein.

Now that they are trapped in this magic circle, they can't escape, which is equivalent to being slaughtered by others, and in desperation, Midi and the lizardmen stopped their movements at the same time.

But that wasn't the end of it, as soon as the two of them stopped, two bolts of lightning shot out of the void.

A bolt of lightning struck the lizardman with such precision that he bared his teeth in pain.

Another bolt of lightning swooped down on Midi.

Although it is possible to dodge it with another ghost step, there is no doubt that it will be seen as a rebellion, which may lead to more trouble.

Therefore, Midi can only stand where he is and bite the bullet to eat this lightning.

Immediately, an electric current rushed through his body, causing him to feel a paralyzing sensation with severe pain from the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair, and even his breathing and heartbeat were not smooth because of this.

Fortunately, the sensation did not last long, and soon Midi recovered, but even so, his face was quite ugly.

"Human, count yourself lucky, you escaped. The lizardman said viciously, "But tomorrow, when the auditions officially begin, I will tear you to pieces and swallow you in my stomach!"

For the lizardman who is the boss, the confrontation just now obviously greatly damaged his face, so it is natural to say some cruel words.

However, Midi ignored this provocation at all, and didn't even bother to reply, so she turned around and found a room to sit down.

In Midi's view, the outcome of the battle is the only thing that determines the outcome compared to the scene, and nothing else matters.

As for the original owner of the room, a gray dwarf, he could only pretend not to see it, and then crowded into his compatriot's room.

After a long time of pranayama, coupled with the power of the dragon's blood, Midi finally completely recovered from the damage of this lightning arrow.

"The defense is so poor. Lotus's evaluation rang out at the right time, "You can't always dodge to deal with your opponent's attacks, the dragon blood wash provided by Tyrannosaurus King Bakar may be enough in a place like the sky and the sea of clouds, but here, in the dark region, your physical strength is obviously not enough." ”

"How do you strengthen it?" asked Midi in a depressed voice, letting go of her stiff body.

"Dragon blood has an advantage, that is, it has growth, and if you take a little beating, even if the blood is thin, it will gradually become pure. Lotus said lightly.

Hearing this, Midi suddenly became even more depressed - it was not you who was beaten, of course it was relaxed.

"Is there any other way?" Midi couldn't help but ask.

"Let's look for the Black Dragon Ruins, the most valuable in the dark region is the Dark Dragon City, but there is more than one dragon-related ruins. "Once again, Lotus proposes the ethereal construction.

This is obviously meaningless to Midi, who is now deprived of even his personal freedom.

If you want to go out and explore, you have to wait at least until you have regained your freedom.

For now, the most important thing is competition.

"Tomorrow is the selection, and then you will win!" Midi's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Originally, there would have been a few blind guys who would have gone to Midi for trouble.

However, after the lizardman who is the boss came out like this, no one dared to mess with Midi.

These slave fighters were ignorant and prejudiced against humans, and regarded them as a weak race, but that didn't mean they couldn't see the skills of Midi in the brief encounter just now.

This human boy who looks like a thin skin and tender flesh is a ruthless character!

The gray dwarves, the black dwarves, the goblins, and even the dark elves all agreed on this.

All the slave fighters were safe and sound.

There is no sunlight in the dark area, but this does not mean that there is no difference between day and night, and the underground magnetic field, the strong magic power, and the light and dark changes of the four light sources in the tarantula tribe can still make people feel the passage of twenty-four hours lightly.

The next day, "early in the morning", or eight hours later, the heavy iron door of the Black Rock Cave slowly opened.

I don't know if it's because of the participation of the human being, Midi, this time the slave fighter selection, the tarantula tribe's small arena is almost full.

Many familiar faces from the caravan appeared in the stands, and not only that, but even Golantis came.

Midi was surprised to see the delicate but angry face of the priestess from the fence at the entrance.

On the side of the stands, there is also a very special spectator seat, where a group of equally diverse races sit, flanked by the guards and mages of the tarantula tribe.

"Those are the slave fighters of the White Rock Cave. As if sensing Midi's confusion, the sedate Dark Elf guard explained, "If you can win the selection, you'll be sent there, but only one person will win the entire selection." ”

Without much explanation from the other party, Midi immediately understood that even among slave fighters, there was a clear hierarchy.

He couldn't help but wonder if there was a higher elite class above the black rock, which represented the lowest level, and the white rock, which represented the winners.

But first, he had to win today's battle first.

Unlike that kind of performance competition, the ultimate goal of all the fighters in the dark region is to be able to enter the Black Dragon Conference, so the battle is also extremely fierce.

In the first few battles, almost every one of them was decided in a very short period of time.

When both sides come up, they will burst out with all their strength, and then launch a fierce attack without dodging, each bathed in the greeting and blood of the other's weapons, and there is hardly much defense.

And after a short moment, one of them will fall in a pool of blood, and the one standing will naturally be considered the victor.

Most of the losers die on the field, but a few are still barely breathing, but then they are immediately stabbed to death by the expressionless tarantulas and dragged out.

This is a dark region, the environment is difficult, there are many monsters, but there are relatively few resources.

Waste people who have lost their value have no qualifications to survive here.

Even the lame big kobold was supporting the stump and fighting hard.

However, his opponent was a very nimble Dark Elf prisoner of war, and after just a few rounds, the poor kobold was too slow to dodge, and his throat was cut by his opponent's sword, and he died instantly.

"How, human, scared to pee your pants, aren't you?" the lizardman's eerie voice lingered in Midi's ears, "I've already said hello to the person in charge of the arena, so I won't leave your death to someone else to enjoy, and soon, we'll meet on the field." ”

"I'm looking forward to it. Midi said calmly.

The next moment, as if in response to these words, the iron fence of the arena opened again, and then the voice of the dark elf in charge of the selection rang out.

"Next one, lizardmen vs. humans! Grab your weapons and go into the field right away!"