The old man slowly walked to the window and continued to look down.
In the arena, the giant man's body was dragged away, and a new gladiator entered.
It was a man less than 1.8 meters tall, wearing a streamlined metal light armor that covered his shoulders, chest, forearms and calves. Under the metal light armor, there was a black cloth tights that extended upward and covered his lips. The nose is also wrapped.
His steps were light, and as he walked, three slender claw blades slowly extended from the arm armor on both sides of his arms.
Even the tips of his ten fingers were sharp, barbed blades that shone coldly under the light.
"Agility attack type! Light armor's defense is not high." Ning Xiaotian smelled murderous intent, opened his eyes, and made a quick judgment.
The man slowly approached, and three meters away, the two looked at each other.
In the stands, the shouting stopped suddenly like a wave of waves.
The beautiful host, who had finished explaining, briefly focused on the two of them, and then gently pressed the mechanism with her delicate hands.
"Dingling bell" the harsh bell sounded.
"Whoa!" The man quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye, and light yellow dust rolled up on the ground.
"Qiang!" Ning Xiaotian moved faster, tapped his toes, turned his body into a phantom, and picked up the long sword embedded in the ground.
Like a shadow, start.
"So fast!" All he could see was the black curtain coming from an angle, and the man's heart was shaken. He could feel the extremely fast and domineering power on the blade, and the decision to strike first with speed was like a ruined fairy tale.
The handover time was too short, and there was no chance to dodge.
Avoiding means giving up the attack and exposing your back to the opponent.
Even if he pressed down to dodge, the brief imbalance of his body's center of gravity would make it impossible to dodge when faced with the tricky angle of the sword.
The sword is long and the claws are short, so it cannot hurt the opponent first.
This sword can only be blocked with force!
Thoughts passed by in a flash, and the man reacted immediately, folding his arms, "I have claw blades embedded in my arm armor, and the defense is not low. Coupled with the light armor on my chest, it is enough to withstand most injuries. As long as I adjust my body slightly, Shape, you can also use the power of this sword to stay away."
He was about to place his toes lightly, and the sharp blade had already arrived.
"Pfft!" There was a soft cry without the interlacing of gold and stone.
"Pop." The sound of a hard object hitting the ground.
"What a sharp sword!" In disbelief, the man's eyes widened and he looked at the arms folded together in front of him. His pupils were bright red and mixed with white lines. As his Adam's apple rolled, blood surged from his flesh and bones. Come out and flow from the chest.
"This can be considered a relief." After murmuring, the man lowered his head and looked at his chest, where blood was pouring out, and life was flowing away quickly.
The heavy feeling of fatigue quickly covered up the severe pain. He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't squeeze out a trace of strength. His hands slipped uncontrollably, and his legs seemed to be pressed against a huge boulder, pulling his body down slowly.
Scarlet spreads underneath itself, turning into two small pools.
"Wow!" cheers suddenly erupted outside the stadium. There was no sigh of pity, only uncontrollable fanaticism.
"Next show." Ning Xiaotian remained unmoved and did not turn around. He just looked up at the host.
"Yes, yes." Amidst the unstoppable cheers, the enchanting woman responded hurriedly, sweat dripping from her snow-white head.
"Where did this monster come from?" On the roof, the old man murmured, clenching his fists tightly, "There are not many high-level soul king gladiators in this arena, and it can only support 38 games at most. , if this young man keeps killing like this."
"I'm afraid it's my turn!" Thinking of this, his heart trembled for no reason.
According to the rules, if the contestants continue to challenge, until the gladiators sent by the imperial capital arrive, the person in charge of the arena, who is the peak soul emperor, will be the final barrier. This rule was set after Tang Hao completed his 39-win record. .
In the past thirty years, no one has broken it.
"That's Tang Hao! Who can break the record he left?" The old man shook his head and laughed at himself, "I didn't expect that when people get older, they become more timid."
If the opponent has a prominent status and is defeated, he may have to die to make amends. If he loses, he will be more than worthy of death.
In the arena, only one person can always walk out alive. Now that he has many children and grandchildren, he is worried and really doesn't want to encounter that kind of situation.
But for the honor of the empire, it is duty-bound.
"If you can really be such a monster, my life will be worth it." Looking at the two people standing facing each other below, the old man's heart became hot again, "Being loyal to the country and fighting to the death, there is nothing better than being here. If you die of old age in the city, you should take it as an example to the younger generations."
"And it's under the gaze of nearly 60,000 spectators." Looking down slowly, he smiled, "My grandson will probably be proud of me when he grows up."
Outside the window, thousands of people stood up, and even more crazy cheers soared into the sky, covering everything else.
At this time, there was only one person standing in the arena.
"Next game." Ning Xiaotian raised his head again.
"Yes!" The woman clutched the microphone tightly, looking humble.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the man raised his head again, slightly opening his mouth, "Next game."
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"Next game. Next game. Next game."
There was only fear in her eyes. Not long after, dust rose from the ground. She couldn't help but tense up, and a cold voice came out, "That's it for today."
The voice was like the sound of nature, making her pale face flush with color.
"Finally gone." Looking at the dark figure gradually moving away, the woman's tight body finally relaxed.
Looking around, the silence was terrifying. She gathered her thoughts, opened her red lips, and announced the end of the battle loudly.
But there was no response. Everyone's eyes just followed the man's figure until he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
"Gulu." Someone finally turned around, his Adam's apple surging, and there was a palpitation in his pupils that had not yet dissipated.
"36 consecutive wins, so strong!"
The companion next to him patted his chest, leaned close to his companion, raised his elbows, and his face was flushed. At this time, the voices in the stands had become noisy and gradually became louder. If you don't speak close to each other, it may be difficult to hear clearly.
"Yes." The man next door nodded, and then asked, "With Golden Warrior's strength, which sect do you think he comes from?" He would never believe that such a fierce person was not a soul master from a big family.
"Haotian Sect?" His companion responded in a low voice.
"Are you blind? Golden Warrior clearly used a sword!" The man turned his head and rolled his eyes at him.
"Who said that those born in the Haotian Sect must use hammers? You can't use martial arts and soul power in the arena. Maybe others find it convenient to use swords? Besides, Golden Warrior is so young, who do you think has the soul of sword martial arts? At this age, a master can chop away a heavily armored gladiator weighing several hundred kilograms with one sword? Only a soul master with the Clear Sky Hammer can have such strength." His companion was not angry either, stroking his chin and nodding his head with a very firm tone. .
"It seems to make sense. It makes sense that a hammer player knows how to use an epee." His companion nodded slightly.
"You guys are farting!" A loud shout suddenly came from the side, with an excited tone, "I am a swordsman. Sword skills are difficult to master. People from the Haotian Sect can hone their sword skills to this level at this age. I will call you directly. dad."
As soon as he finished speaking, another clear voice came from the side, "I think so."
Small groups gathered in the stands, started heated discussions, and were not in a hurry to leave.
(End of chapter)
