The history of the Arena is very short, almost the same as the history of Great Desert City.
But this does not prevent the gladiatorial arena from becoming a new fashion in Nasung, especially in the Holy Life Alliance area.
There are countless ancient and barbaric races there. Someone brought the arena there and it immediately received unanimous praise.
Of course, the "someone" who was brought there was none other than the people from the Scarlet Wilderness.
Not only did they copy a lot of rules, but they also created something similar to the finals.
In fact, in addition to the Holy Life Alliance, many other regions have opened gladiatorial arenas.
For such a small matter, which is also beneficial to the people, no one jumped out to stop Lin Ke.
So gladiatorial arenas opened all over the place smoothly.
Every year, a final gladiator master is selected from each arena in Nasenge, and then gathered together in the wonders of the arena in the wilderness for the final competition.
Of course, this is only the first year, and the rules may not be perfect.
But the rules will become more and more perfect in the future.
Lin Ke entered here and immediately felt the malice caused by the imperfect rules.
For example, his first enemy is an Elephant Man.
Looking at the nearly four-meter-long Elephant Man in front of him, Lin Ke felt the pressure coming towards his face.
Elephant Man: "Little one! I'm going to crush you!"
Lin Ke: "..."
There are no demons in the arena, but he has a palace guard bracelet, so he transforms into something else.
The pseudonym is "Sparta".
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"This time, our duel is between Sparta from the Azan territory and Atai from the Elephant tribe!"
The host's enthusiastic voice sounded, but there were only a few responses from the audience.
This kind of person who comes to participate in the gladiatorial game for the first time cannot attract many people to watch.
After all, although they are good at punching, many of them are novices and not worth seeing.
But those with three consecutive wins or a total of more than ten wins are worth watching, and those games are often full of seats.
But there are also some people who only look at newbies.
They like to discover potential seeds from novices' competitions, either by simply watching, or by signing contracts.
Simply watching it gives you a feeling of cultivation. Watching a newcomer grow into a gladiatorial master is a very fulfilling thing.
The land that has been signed has many uses, and there are many uses that can be said but cannot be said.
Thatcher was such a woman who liked to be nurturing.
She can patiently stay in the arena from the morning it opens until it closes at night. The place where she spends the most time is the novice arena.
She likes to find potential stocks among novices, and then watch them grow up and become gladiatorial masters, and then provide certain help in the process, such as funds or other things.
If this person is willing to be signed by her during this process, she will quickly lose interest in this person and find a new person.
Therefore, as the relic of a noble family, she inherited a large fortune and did not have to worry about money. Now she had a large number of gladiators under her command, and she also opened a small hall, and her money was gambling more and more.
Today, Thatcher is here again.
She had heard before that a tribe of elephants would come to participate in the competition. …
The Elephant People are good players in the gladiatorial arena. Of course, they are also good players on another battlefield.
Thinking of this, Thatcher blushed slightly, but the game below had already begun.
Thatcher quickly expelled some images from his mind and looked intently at the field.
I saw the human-like gladiator extending his big palm-like hand toward the human in front of him, trying to pinch the human.
"Can't hold it."
Thatcher judged immediately.
The Elephants are good in strength and critical hit, but their speed is a weakness.
The body of the human race is smaller than that of the elephant race, but the speed and flexibility are not comparable to that of the elephant race.
Fighting against the gladiators of the Elephant Tribe and Rhino Tribe, the small races here have even figured out a way to fight.
For example, attack the knees, soles of feet, lower body, jump on the back, etc.
Races such as civet cats, humans, and apes are all such experts.
Although the human race in front of her looks tall, small and muscular in her opinion, it is definitely still very flexible compared to the elephant human race.
What Thatcher wants to see now is whether this elephant race has any unique features against the enemy in the face of the petite race's dodge.
If they are just ordinary people who can only use their own brute force and talents, but have no wisdom or thinking at all, they are just ordinary Elephants.
The Duke of Lava said that wisdom is also mankind's most powerful weapon.
However, the next scene made Thatcher's eyes widen.
I saw that the human race who was originally standing in front of the elephant race did not dodge as everyone expected, but instead extended its hand towards the elephant race.
This human race actually wants to fight head-on!
Except for some strong men who have trained their bodies, few people can truly rely on the power of forbidden demons to withstand the power of the Elephant People.
However, the human race put on a very strange posture.
The body is half squatting, the legs are bent, and the left and right hands draw mysterious traces in the air.
It's like stroking the wild horse's back and then parting the mane on the horse's neck.
Wild horses splitting their manes?
Looking at this gesture, Thatcher's name flashed through her mind.
Then he saw the Elephant Man's big hand being slapped to the left by the human race.
The elephant man Artest staggered and fell forward a few steps.
The human race took advantage of the situation and slapped the Elephant Man Artest on the face. Then when the Elephant Man Artest was about to swing his big nose to whip the human race, the human race bent down and stabbed the Elephant Man race's knee hard with his knife.
But the strength of the human race is indeed too weak. The elephant man Artai suffered a lot, but his body shape remained unchanged.
He clenched his fleshy fists and struck again.
But the human race was still calm and calm. He just stretched out his hand and patted it lightly. Elephant Man Artest's fist missed again, but the human race was unscathed.
"What a brilliant skill!" Thatcher's eyes were shocked.
The host's voice also became louder, and he cast his gaze over for the first time.
He is a professional [host] and can convey his voice to seven or eight scenes, and so can his gaze.
Host multiple shows at the same time!
But at this time, he originally only paid 8% of his attention to the novice arena, but now he devoted 26% of his attention.
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
The huge body of the Elephant Human Race was swayed left and right like a large puppet.
The most important thing is that the human race didn't use much strength at all!
More strength is the strength of the Elephant Race himself!
Artest of the Elephant Tribe either hit the ground or the protective shield, and finally even punched himself on the chin!
Thatcher stood up abruptly, with excitement in her eyes.
New way to play!
New fighting methods!
So clever!
