"Dingling bell~" The square box embedded in the wall beside the guard made a sound. He opened it and pressed the switch. A pleasant female voice came: "The gladiators are in place. Challengers are invited to enter."
"Received." The guard responded, opened the passage valve mechanism, turned to look at Ning Xiaotian, bowed and said: "Golden Warrior, please."
Ning Xiaotian, who had already stood up, nodded and walked into the passage.
"Wow!" When he first entered the passage, a tsunami-like shout came along with the dazzling light. The sound was so chaotic that he couldn't even distinguish between men and women. He walked slowly and walked out into the warm sunshine.
"Jin Can...Jin Can..." The shouts became uniform and deafening.
Ning Xiaotian didn't know if these people were fans, but they must have placed a lot of bets and helped him annoy the gladiator on the opposite side. This could be seen from the cannibalistic look in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to kill him. look.
On a circular field with a diameter of thirty meters, a giant man walked towards him.
He is more than two meters tall and wears heavy silver-gray steel armor, with only his face and neck exposed. His shoulders and wrists are covered with blade thorns. He holds a thick metal shield in his left hand and a single-edged broadsword in his right hand, five fingers wide. , about one and a half meters long.
The broad blade struck the shield, the steel roared softly, and the rough face was full of violence.
"Cruel and irritable, he doesn't have the stability of a soldier. I'm afraid this man was not a bandit or a gangster before he was caught." Ning Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at his opponent, "To be able to cultivate to the soul king, but to be willing to be a thief, he must be unhappy with the empire. The guy who rules.”
Everything is created to nourish people... Where there is oppression, there is resistance.
And the guy in front of me happens to have a bad temper.
Ning Xiaotian's eyes flickered, and he secretly looked at it. In a life-and-death battle, the enemy's character, height, weight, wingspan... and even the length of the weapon can be turned into his own advantages at the right time, making the battle easier to win. .
"Clang!" The death bell rang.
"Boy, die for me!" The giant man glared angrily, shouted loudly, lowered his head slightly, and rushed over with his shield on his body, his broad blade covering his back. He is straightforward, but that does not mean he is stupid. How can a character who can win 29 games in a row be a simple character.
Walking with a shield up is the safest testing strategy.
Ning Xiao remained unmoved until his opponent was almost two meters away, when he moved.
He leaned forward suddenly, held the sword in both hands, and charged straight forward. He was one meter away in an instant, and swung his sword across the air.
"So fast!" The giant man subconsciously lowered his body, revealing only a pair of slightly narrowed tiger eyes, holding a shield to block.
That's it!
Lower your head and press yourself down, following you like a shadow!
"No attack?" The giant man lowered his shield. No one was seen in front of him. He was surprised: "Disappeared?"
"You're too tall..." A low voice suddenly came from behind.
Poof! Throat pierced!
Blood spurts!
"Uh...Gulu..." The giant man's eyes widened, and he felt the blade being pulled out of his throat, and the broadsword fell. He quickly covered his throat with his right hand, trying to stop the flow of life, but blood was still spraying out. I wanted to ask a question, but I couldn't make a sound at all.
"How could this happen? How did he get behind me!?"
"You're too tall!" The giant man suddenly woke up as he recalled Ning Xiaotian's previous groan.
That's right, the opponent rushed over and swung his sword too fast. He subconsciously lowered his body to block, and most of his front sight was immediately blocked. Coupled with the height difference between the two, the opponent only needed to lower his head a little to completely block him. He disappeared from sight and then came behind him at an extremely fast speed.
The opponent lowers his body and rushes forward not to charge up the attack, but to speed up and get around him easily.
"Such a terrifying fighting talent, I won't lose unjustly..." The last thought flashed through his mind. His right hand dropped weakly, the giant shield slipped from his fingertips, and his body suddenly fell limp.
silence!
The ring-shaped stands were packed with seats and expressions of astonishment. Some people's lips were opening and closing blankly, and some people's raised hands were fixed in the air... All living beings were in various states of mind, but they could only hear something falling to the ground. the sound of.
Is it over?
Has the thirty-game winning streak been achieved just like that?
"You win...Did I make the right bet?" The man sitting in the center of the stand, out of instinct as a businessman, subconsciously picked up his fingers and calculated how much money he had won. "Golden! Golden!" The venue suddenly erupted. He was awakened by the thunderous roar, jumped up and joined in, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Jin Can is awesome!"
There are also people who are depressed, look ashen, and slump in their seats.
That's how life is, you lose and you win.
In the stands, wealth is the key to winning or losing. Under the stands, in life and death.
Looking at the giant man soaked in a pool of blood in front of him, Ning Xiaotian felt neither sadness nor joy. He inserted the long sword into the ground, pressed it with both palms, turned his head and glanced at the beautiful host on the suspended platform who was about to speak, and said lightly: "On to the next one."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Yes...yes...please wait a moment." When Ning Xiaotian glanced at him, the host felt a chill running down his spine and quickly responded respectfully.
"The next show starts directly?" The audience was stunned.
In the protagonist's arena, in order to allow the audience to be immersed in the scene and feel the sounds of fighting such as fists and kicks, weapon collisions, bloody roars... etc., amplification equipment was hidden on the ground and around it. The conversation between the two people just now reached the stands. All heard.
Watching Ning Xiaotian holding his sword and falling asleep, the host seemed to be lowering his head to contact... This is true!
Unstoppable roars and cheers!
If the contestants choose to continue the challenge, the audience does not need to purchase tickets again as long as they do not leave the venue.
There are also people with tangled expressions. They want to go out and bet, or make another big sum, or win back the bets they lost. But after leaving the venue, they not only have to buy tickets at a high price, but also whether they can grab a seat is a problem. There are already people in the stands. full.
The whole stand is boiling!
Ning Xiaotian has won thirty games in a row and made history in this city. Now he is ready to continue making history. They will stay as witnesses. It would be a pity to miss it.
However, due to the desire for wealth, some people still choose to leave their seats. The contestants choose to continue the challenge. A new game will be opened immediately in the arena hall, and they can know the outcome of the battle for the first time outside.
Wealth and silk can move people's hearts, but glory can't fill their stomachs. Many people bowed and left quietly.
Drowned in cheers, without causing any ripples.
...
Observatory.
The old man was pacing, his face a little red, "We have all underestimated him. Hand-to-hand combat is his strength. He is probably a battle spirit master with a sword spirit, and with such speed, could it be from the wind sword?" The sect’s genius?”
The spirit of the Spirit Wind Sword, a direct lineage of the Wind Sword Sect, is known for its speed.
"Director, if it's the Fengjian Sect, we can win over him. After all, it's not the Shangsan Sect..." The man in green standing not far away brightened up.
The strength of the leader of Fengjian Sect is still level 89, and he has not been promoted to a title, so the imperial family does not have to worry about him at all.
"Yes, you immediately send someone to report to His Majesty as quickly as possible. You don't have to insist that this person is from Fengjian Sect, just report the battle situation truthfully. In addition, you can apply to His Majesty to transfer a soul emperor-level gladiator to come over, just in case. "The old man said anxiously: "This person won so easily and dared to directly apply to continue fighting. He must be confident and probably still hides his strength."
"It may even be because of Tang Hao's 39-game winning streak back then."
"That's unlikely." The man's eyes widened.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. Tang Hao also chose hand-to-hand combat in the 30th game. The two can be said to be exactly the same." The old man looked solemn and turned to look at the man, "Hurry up and make arrangements!"
"Yes!" The man raised his hands and left quickly.
