The blazing white magic lamps went out one by one, leaving only the ring still shining, focusing everyone's eyes on it. Suddenly, the dome slowly lowered a small cage without a door, and inside was the first enemy Arthur would challenge.

"Now the first one to appear is the barber, oh my God, I don't know why he's called that, is it a part-time job?" the narrator teased. There was a commotion.

Arthur squinted his eyes and looked up, calming his mood. At this point, there is no way out, no choice, no way out. Let Mr. Mel save himself? Then your choice is a joke, no matter what fate it is, come on! Let me see how great you are.

When the small cage was still in mid-air, the barber inside had jumped out of it lightly, bowed lightly when it approached the ground, and landed safely. The cheers suddenly rang out in the field, which made him feel a hint of pride in his heart.

Then the smugness turned to surprise, and a shadow suddenly obscured the light in front of him.

Surprise turned to fear, and a hand grabbed his neck at a speed he never had expected.

Fear turned to despair, and the hand that gripped his neck tightened immediately.

Arthur shook the corpse in his hand like he was grabbing a dead chicken, then casually threw it aside, and shouted, "Next!"

"Ahh Haha, what an unexpected! It seems that the Terminator grasps the rules of the game, yes, that is, there are no rules, no one will announce the start, and the battle can happen at any time. So please don't do such a dangerous thing for the next players! The narrator's voice resounded throughout the audience.

Everyone scolded idiots, regardless of whether the dead bodies on the ground could hear it or not. You can't borrow power from the air, and the moment you land, your whole body is flawed, and when an agile player can't move, the result is clear. The small cage was retracted and then slowly lowered again, and Arthur held his breath, knowing that fools are not easy to meet.

Sure enough, this one was much more cautious, and slowly waited for the cage to land, but just when the cage was about to approach the ground, Arthur rushed up again, and the opponent in the cage looked at Arthur who rushed over like a mad bull in surprise, and his heart was full of surprise, Arthur couldn't attack him at this height.

But when Arthur approached the cage, he twisted his body and turned his whole body into a punch at the base of the cage, and the cage swung high like a swing being pushed, but the speed of the rope was not reduced. When the swing returned, Arthur gathered his strength again and threw punches, and the opponent in the cage couldn't avoid it.

With a bang, Arthur was knocked off by the cage that flew back and fell to the ground. But he immediately stood up and shouted, "Next!"

The audience was silent, only the cage was still swaying back and forth in the middle of the field, letting out a squeaky moan. But there was no sound in the cage, and then the blood dripped down from above, making a ticking sound. That punch had shattered all of the Exploding Bear's internal organs. Large mouthfuls of blood and minced flesh poured out of his mouth, flowing down the bottom of the cage to the ground.

Arthur walked over and grabbed the novice, and the shaking cage came to an abrupt halt as Arthur dragged the corpse out and tossed it aside, and the cage creaked up again. Feeling a dull pain in his chest, the moment of contact just now, it was not the cage that made him fly out but the opponent's punch, and while the other party couldn't dodge, he couldn't dodge either. However, relying on strong defense, there is no intention, and it is the other party who dies.

"Oh, what can I do, the terminator is so good at using the terrain, I'm afraid the next players will have a headache. Okay, the next contestant is on the pitch, huh, is the cage empty?"

Arthur looked up, and from his vantage point, the cage was empty.

At the top of the cage!?no!it's behind!

As he was concentrating on the top of the cage, he suddenly heard a miserable howl of torn air from behind him, and a sharp pain came from behind, and if it wasn't for the almost instinctive rush forward, this time it would have hurt the bones. Arthur looked back and saw for the first time the new enemy in front of him! He looked only half a man tall, but his limbs were long, especially his long fingers, as if a dead branch was wrapped in a layer of skin, but it was not a dead branch, because he was blowing away the stone chips and blood on it. You don't have to look at Arthur to know that there are already four terrifying blood marks on his back.

It turned out that the other party climbed down from the giant cage outside.

Arthur stared intently, and sighed inwardly: Is it only the third?

"Are you the Terminator?

"Is that me, are you?" Arthur suddenly remembered his first game, the long nail Jack he had let go.

"That's right, Jack is my brother, thank you for letting him go last time, in order to repay you, I'll let you die a little faster!"

"Oh, you'd better repay death with your death!" Arthur said casually. But this sentence is only halfway through, and the Jack II in front of him has already stormed up, just when Arthur is distracted.

Arthur scolded "Despicable!" and a string of sparks flashed from his chest, bursting out with a splash of blood. At that moment, Arthur's speed suddenly increased several times in an instant, and Arthur's outstretched hand also lightly touched the opponent's body, the touch was so slight that even the most vulnerable child could not cause any damage, but for the opponent in front of him, it was fatal.

The suddenly sluggish body couldn't adjust its balance in an instant, just like his younger brother, he also fell into Arthur's hands, only this time there would be no more accidents, Arthur smiled and said, "It's just that I'm more despicable!"

Grabbing his lithe body, he threw it hard to the ground, and again, and again. Until the bones shatter and the brains burst, confirming that the person in his hands is dead. Arthur once again threw the corpse aside and made a dashing gesture, next!

Blood began to ooze from his chest, and the light blow should not have hurt Arthur with such stone skin. The ability to manipulate the stone was used on himself, causing the layer of stone on the surface of Arthur's body to instantly soften for a higher attack speed, which allowed Arthur to catch the opponent, but at that moment, his own defense power also dropped wildly.

It may seem easy, but every attack is exhaustive, each trap can only be used once, and the scars are accumulating. The stone skin on Arthur's chest was covered with tiny cracks, and blood was still oozing from the wounds on his chest and back.

Arthur was already starting to feel tired, not just physically, but mentally exhausted, fighting was not just physical, his brain never stopped thinking.

The cries outside the field were higher and higher, and the opponent who kept descending overhead, like waves hitting a reef, kept shattering Arthur's body, turning into a corpse lying aside, but Arthur's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the wounds had accumulated to the point of terror.

There are no hole cards, nothing to trick into, only the most primitive strength and power, speed and speed contest.

Fourth, the fracture of the chest was even more severe, and blood oozed from the crack.

Arthur grinned, "Next!" He didn't dare shout anymore, it would hurt his chest.

The seventh, dislocated his left hand, was pulled back by Arthur at will.

Arthur said with a blank face, "Next!"

In the tenth, the wound on his back that had just congealed was torn again, and his right foot was a little lame.

Arthur swallowed the blood in his mouth and whispered, "Next!" and that was just for himself.

The twelfth, the left hand was dislocated again, but it could not be pulled back.

Arthur mentally reminded himself, "There's the next one!"

Fifteenth, the right eye can barely see anything, the cracks spread wantonly, like dry earth, the body seems to tear, and the head throbs. Shake, just won't fall.

Arthur asked himself in a daze, is there another one? Hasn't he already killed so many people? Isn't it enough? But I'm so tired! The next one and the next are like nightmares, and the next is entwined. But if it was really a dream. Why are you so stupid? Isn't it good to be a big guy? No, no, I don't want to be a big guy, I just want to sleep, just shout for help! Yes, just shout for help.

The originally noisy field had now fallen silent, and Arthur staggered to his feet in countless lights. Mel's hand gripped the railing. Gila was already full of tears, and she wanted Arthur to give up, but when it came to her mouth, she only choked up. Able sighed, ignoring Eve's bewildered gaze in his arms.

My insistence may be worthless, and if I ask for help, should I use the loudest voice?

"Arthur, hold on, it's the last one!" whose voice was so familiar.

"Don't give up, come on!"

"Arthur, Arthur" Shut up!

Arthur took a deep breath and shouted in the loudest voice he could now, "Next!" If you don't want to follow the path of others, then you can only fight, fight, you can be destroyed but you can't be defeated, you can die but you can't lose.

Huge figures gradually descended from the sky, casting incomparable terror, and the last enemy, the ogre named the meat grinder, looked at the corpses piled up into a small mountain and showed a mouth full of yellow teeth.

Is such an enemy really something I can defeat?