"Ho-hoo!ho-hoo!"

In the vast circular square, thousands of people in the audience seats around them were almost all standing, raising their right arms high, making a gesture of striking hard, and shouting loudly: "Ho-hoo, ho-hoo!"

In the center of the circle, there is a circular sand field with a radius of about 30 zhang (about 100 meters), on which stand more than a dozen burly and stout men, divided into two teams and facing each other, each wearing a full set of armor and protective gear, even the head and face are tightly covered, and each holding a weapon in his hand, or a knife or a gun, or a hook or shield, all of which are dyed with dark red marks.

It was blood, red blood!

This is the slave gladiatorial arena of Gyeongju City of the Silver Moon Empire, the land of blood and sand, and the land of death. The dozen or so people standing on the circular battlefield, without exception, were all gladiatorial slaves. The purpose of their existence is to delight the audience and win rewards by killing their opponents in the gladiatorial arena, until they finally obtain the supreme gift of their master, freedom.

And those people in the audience, they don't care who is standing on the field, they spend money to buy tickets to enter the venue, and what they want to watch is just a bloody, hearty, and dripping death duel, and everything else is superfluous. Therefore, although the duel has not officially begun, they can't wait, raise their arms and shout, urging the host in the gladiatorial arena, don't be so ink, start quickly!

In the VIP seats due north, a group of guards was crowded, protecting a group of dignitaries. Sitting on the main seat in the center is a big fat man with dough, who is a rich and noble person at a glance, and this is Li Kuo, the lord of Gyeongju City. Sitting on the first VIP seat was a slender man in black, with a sallow face, a thin and powerful face, and a piercing gaze, who was carefully surveying the dozen or so slave gladiators standing on the battlefield, as if he had not listened to the cries of the thousands of spectators.

Li Kuo coughed a few times and said, "General Huangquan, look, can we start? The people are already impatient!"

The man in black withdrew his gaze, turned his face on Li Kuo for a while, smiled slightly, and said, "City Lord, please! I'm just a spectator." ”

Li Kuo smiled: "But general, don't you want to choose the best warriors among these slave gladiator......s?

The man in black shrugged his shoulders and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let's let them fight first! No matter how you look at it now, it's useless, on the battlefield, it is determined by their respective strength and the will of death!"

Li Kuo nodded, and raised his chin at one of his subordinates standing under a bronze bell. The subordinate understood, and raised his hand to pull the hammer hanging under the brass bell, making a loud noise.

This is the signal for the beginning of the duel. Hearing the signal, the dozen or so slave gladiators who were relatively standing moved in an instant, roaring wildly and rushing towards the opponent opposite. Swords and spears rang out, swords and shields collided, and the sonorous sound and screams suddenly rang out.

This is a death duel for slave gladiators, and death is the only referee, so every gladiator is merciless, and every shot is life-threatening. In the blink of an eye, the shield in the hand of a gladiator holding a sword and shield was smashed away by a tall gladiator wielding a sledgehammer on the opposite side, and his neck was also slammed by a sledgehammer, killing him instantly, and his body fell to the ground limply.

The audience in the audience didn't care who fell or who died, and when they saw someone fall and die, their emotions that had been temporarily calm were stirred up again, and they raised their arms and cheered: "Yay!!"

In the excitement of death and the cheers of the audience, in the blink of an eye, several more gladiator corpses lay on the ground. This kind of duel can be said to have no rules at all, making the opponent fall to the ground and die is the only criterion, and everything else is nonsense. stabbed his opponent with a shot from a gun, and he was accidentally slashed between his ribs by a knife. Before the man with the knife could draw his sword, he was stabbed in the back by a sword-wielding man...... The battlefield was full of blood at all times, and the sound of sharp blades entering flesh and screams was endless, and the scene was very cruel and bloody.

This situation obviously gave the audience great satisfaction. As soon as they see someone crying and falling to the ground and dying, they will be stimulated and shout "Yay!!"

Li Kuo cautiously asked Huang Quan, "How is it, is there a gladiator you have a crush on?"

Huang Quan said slowly: "Not yet." ”

Li Kuo was a little disappointed, oh. Huang Quan said slowly: "I came out of the states to look for the dead soldiers this time, just to make up for the battle damage of the Wolf Guard. The Wolf Guard is the most elite commando in our Imperial Army, but it can't be treated carelessly, almost nothing! It takes a lot of manpower and financial resources to train a dead soldier, and if it is vulnerable, what is the use?"

Li Kuo nodded again and again: "I see, it really can't be treated sloppily! Please rest assured general, I will definitely bring all the best gladiators in the city here, and let the general choose them well!"

The death duels on the field went on very quickly. As Li Kuo said this, the last gladiator on the field was using a tomahawk to chop off the head of the last opponent. The headless gladiator staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, the blood spurting from his neck staining a large expanse of yellow sand.

The gladiator triumphantly raised his tomahawk to signal to the crowd. The crowd responded with a fervent cheer: "Warriors!"

"How about this?" asked Huang Quan. Huang Quan narrowed his eyes and remained silent: "Let him go down first!"

After the gladiator who had brought the tomahawk down, the slaves quickly cleared the battlefield and dragged away the dead bodies and severed limbs. The two iron gates on the edge of the battlefield opened, and groups of gladiators came up, also engaged in bloody and brutal life-and-death duels, each time only one gladiator survived, and all the others died. Nine dogs and a mastiff, in a dozen or so people in a big fight, the one who can survive in the end is often the strongest gladiator in that group, if there is no extraordinary ability, there is no possibility of survival.

When the slaves were cleaning up the battlefield again, Li Kuo saw that Huang Quan was still careless, obviously not having much interest in these gladiators, so he cautiously asked, "General, are you still not satisfied?"

Huang Quan took a sip of water casually: "It's true that I'm not very satisfied, the gladiators I have seen so far are brave enough, but their agility and adaptability are obviously insufficient, and they rely purely on death force to win." Do you have any special gladiators here?"

Li Kuo pondered for a while, but did not answer immediately. A big fat boy sitting next to him reminded him impatiently, "Dad...... Father, have you forgotten that boy?"

Li Kuo snorted and frowned: "Son, that kid ......" It turned out that the big fat boy was the city lord's baby son, named Li Lei.

Huang Quan heard the brief answer between the two, and asked with a smile, "Does the city lord have something to hide?"

Li Kuo hurriedly said: "How dare you hide it? It's just that kid...... That kid is not a gladiator, and pulling it out is probably to attract ridicule, but it will cause the people to applaud, so he hesitates. ”

Huang Quan sighed and smiled: "When you say that, it has aroused my curiosity." I wonder what kind of kid that is?"

Before Li Kuo could reply, Li Lei hurriedly replied: "General, don't you know, that is a very barbaric boy! Ignorant of the legal system and rules, he dares to openly beat him on the street...... Belch...... Beat up Your Majesty's loyal servant, the defender of the Empire! This kind of lawless fanatic should be thrown into this death gladiatorial arena, and let the gladiator tear him into pieces!"

Li Kuo showed embarrassment on his face, kept coughing, and stopped with his eyes, but the big fat boy was talking excitedly, and he couldn't hold his mouth at all, and said it all in one breath. Huang Quan noticed the bruises on his face and the corners of his eyes, guessed what was going on, and smiled slightly: "Just like this, it doesn't mean that he can go to the gladiatorial arena!"

Li Lei hurriedly said again: "General, you don't know, that kid is quite capable of fighting, he faced more than fifty guards with his bare hands, and killed more than a dozen of them in one go! More than a dozen! If it weren't for the arrival of a large group of people, it would be difficult to say whether he could catch him! Moreover, he is only fifteen or sixteen!"

Huang Quan sighed, his eyes that had been squinting slightly widened a lot, and he was full of light: "Is there such a person? Okay, I'm interested, I want to meet! Let him come up!"