Chapter 19 Selection of Gladiator 4

"Forgive my life!" Pros's eyes were frightened. When he saw that the hot fireball was unbreakable, the dark fighting spirit he desperately urged was melted like tofu, and his face changed rapidly. In an instant, his face was pale, bloodless, and his lips trembled and shouted.

"There is no regret medicine to take!" Jiulong's voice, like the sound of dementing spirits in the land of the underworld, is light and indifferent to remove dust, but only this sentence is shocking in Pros's ears, which is more lethal than saying a killing word directly.

Kka-

Without warning, the hot fireball meteor hit Pros' chest like the moon, and the sound of crackling bones came, and the smell of burning was permeated. In the blink of an eye, the whole chest of Prous had become a dark hole.

At this moment, Pros still maintained a frightened look, but his chest had been pierced, and there was no blood flowing down his lips, and there was no breath.

"Hmm!" Kowloon was pressed for time. With a cold hum, his body rotated in the air, the dragon waved its tail and kicked the dull Pross to the ground with a crack. His toes slammed to the ground, the fire flashed, ejected like a flying swallow, and the wind galloped forward.

At a distance of 500 meters, in the blink of an eye, on a wooden stake, a set of brown fighting armor reflects a faint cold light in the sun, a huge helmet, an iron mask in front, shoulder pads, chest armor, wrist pads, war skirts, and knee pads.

Kowloon's speed is extremely fast. With a tear, he removed the samurai fighting suit on his upper body a few times. With a click, he put his chest armor on his body, followed by shoulder pads, war skirts, knee pads, and finally put the wrist guard on his hand.

There is no doubt that Jiulong's majestic body is fierce. The sharp edges and corners of the tendons and smooth lines all show the strong explosive power of Kowloon.

With a click, Jiulong tore off the helmet on the top of the wooden stake, held it in his hand, and shot around with sharp eyes. Sure enough, the rest of the reserve gladiatores were not slower than themselves.

Kowloon's footsteps strangled on the ground, and the fire flashed and brushed. It shot out like an arrow from the string. The target was the fighting weapon 500 meters ahead.

not far away, a strong warrior as strong as a bull, approached the fighting weapon at a high speed, and Jiulong's eyes suddenly sank. He knew that the big man in front of him was his second opponent.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" When the big man saw the gladiator weapon close at hand, he laughed and shouted proudly, "Kid, the weapon is mine. You will be the second stepping stone for the great Gebra to become a gladiator!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong snorted coldly and shouted loudly, "I don't know who's stepping stone!"

As Kowloon said, his toes kicked to the ground with a loud explosion, and the ground collapsed into a big pit. With a strong recoil and flashing fire, Jiulong's whole body shot like a cannonball.

"Hmm?" The big Gebra suddenly condensed, frowned, stepped violently, shot directly, and grabbed the weapon about ten meters away with a big hand.

Gravure weapon: a short sword, bronze casting, abnormally rough, rusty, simple and desolate, vertically inserted on the ground, next to it is a barrel-shaped shield, which is also bronze cast, carved with a tragic scene of two warriors fighting.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...

"Haha!" Gebra laughed loudly, grabbed the fighting weapon in his palm, and laughed proudly with a trace of ferocious madness.

At a glance, Jiulong was very anxious. If this big man Gebra gets the weapon, it would be great. How could his empty-handed red fist be the opponent of a bull-like Gebra? Even if the quality of his fighting spirit is so high, he does not have the ability to break through the weapon with his opponent's fighting gas to promote weapons. .

"What should I do?" Jiulong's footsteps flashed repeatedly, but his hands were not slow. With a bang, the firelight splashed everywhere, and the thick bucket brush wrapped the helmet and threw it out violently. The meteor hit the big guy Gebra day by day.

"Ah!" Gebra thought that the fighting weapon was at his fingertips, but he didn't expect that Jiulong would throw his helmet and hit it on the fighting dagger and shield inserted on the ground with a bang.

With a bang, the dagger was hit, flew up and fell straight more than ten meters away.

"Ah!" Gebra grabbed his hand and suddenly shouted, "Kid, you're dead!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong ignored it, pedaled the ground violently, accelerated again, and rushed directly to the position of the dagger, but it was much faster than the Gebra that had stopped, and approached the dagger like lightning!

"My sword!" Gebra shouted, left the shield in front of him, turned around and chased the dagger.

"Stupid!" Jiulong shouted coldly, and his footsteps suddenly paused. With a click, he lifted the shield on the ground. The heavy shield was more lethal than the dagger. Jiulong had already judged the advantages of the two. If the big Glab got the shield and relied on his body's armor defense and the crazy smashing of the shield, he would not be his opponent. Sooner or later, you will be dragged to death! And the time is also urgent.

"Haha! My dagger!" Gebra held the dagger in his hand and laughed crazily, as if he was winning. The laughter on his face gradually became ferocious and shouted angrily, "Kid, hand over the shield, I'll send you on the road!"

Kowloon kept speeding, dodging, his footsteps moved rapidly, suddenly kicked the helmet, kicked the helmet with a click, and grabbed the helmet with a big hand. His brain was running at a high speed. His mind had simulated how to defeat the big man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. But his eyes were sharp, looking at Gebra like a dead man.

"Ky! Go to hell!" Gebra shouted crazily and walked away. The whole ground rumbled, and the earthy-yellow fighting spirit burst out, wrapping his whole body tightly.

"Hmm!" Jiulong did not flinch, step out, shrank inch, brushed, turned to the back of Gebra, and came with a slight flirting voice, "Big guy, this way!"

"Hmm!" Gebra hummed loudly and suddenly turned around. With a dagger, the earthy and yellow fighting was surging and long, and he stabbed directly into Kowloon.

Brush!

Another flash, Jiulong's footsteps moved, dodged the fatal blow, and appeared behind the big guy Gebra like a ghost. A sarcastic voice came: "Big guy, this way!"

"Hmm?" Gebra frowned. How could his weakness be caught by him? He quickly turned around and stabbed forward with a strong sharp momentum, wanting to directly kill the cunning Jiulong with violence.

"Hmm!" How could Jiulong not know what he thought? He quickly dodged, and the speed of the ghost played again. With a bang, he came behind Gebra again. Looking at Gebra exerting too hard, he had not yet turned around. Jiulong's eyes suddenly shouted, "Big man, I'll send you to the west!"

With a bang, Jiulong didn't think about it. The helmet in his hand was wrapped in a fiery red fighting spirit and threw it out like a howitzer, hitting the Gebra that had not yet turned its head.

Boom——

Between the lightning, there was a gunshot, and the red helmet suddenly hit Gebra's head, splashing a series of fire lights, followed by Gebra's sad howl and angry scolding.

Gbra stepped back a few steps. Fortunately, his territory was solid. Otherwise, he would have to put himself on the ground. "Kid, you are looking for death, how dare you cheat!"

"The ignorant big man, hand over the dagger in a regular manner. I will give you a way to live. Your life and death will be controlled by the great Master Galil!" Jiulong won a blow and did not stop at all. While the iron was hot, he moved forward and smashed Gebra with a loud bombardment. At the same time, he did not forget to attack psychology.

Although Gebra is slow to respond, it does not mean that he does not know the world. Failure is death. Even if Jiulong does not kill him, those dirty nobles will kill themselves, and it is the most cruelest means.

"You die first!" Gebra finally came to his senses and suddenly turned around. His palms were fiercely placed in front of him. With a bang, he actually relied on the steel wrist guard to resist the attack of the shield.

Drip! Pedal! Pedal!

The sound of bursting impact came, and Gebra retreated three steps in a row. He kicked the soles of his feet and shook his numb arm. His eyes as big as a cow flashed with anger. "Kid, it's time to die!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong took a step back, kicked the ground with his feet, flew over sideways, brushed, and raised his helmet and shot at the fierce Gebra like a cannonball.