042 Killing Game

The two gladiators on the field are in their thirties. Agui saw at a glance that the slightly fatter gladiator was having an advantage. He waved a thick iron knife to cut the thin man fiercely. The two cheapest thickest iron swords had been cut with marks, but the thin man would never let go even if he was cut back. Song is still gritting his teeth and waving his sword to resist the other party's slashing.

With a crack, the sword made of thick iron did not bear it and was cut off by the fat man. The thin gladiator, who was already at a disadvantage, suddenly fell into trouble. According to the rules of the mainland, the winner was divided at this time, but the thin man did not admit defeat, and the fat character was still aggressively waving a knife.

After a few knives, blood flowed from the thin man's thighs and arms, and the man also fell to the ground, gritted his teeth and stared at his opponent angrily.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! ......

In the desperate shout of the audience in the stands, the fat gladiator really grabbed the opponent's hair and pulled up the opponent's head. The jagged knife edge gently pressed the opponent's throat, and then twitched violently! As blood donation gushed out, the audience also slapped happily.

Agui frowned slightly. The level of the two gladiators was not high. If they were not even qualified to fight for life and death in the mainland, they looked at the audience's high mood and seemed to appreciate the fight between the two warriors.

In the next game, the two warriors will reach the advanced level, and it will end when they are born and dead! It turns out that the fights here are all life-and-death battles, and one or two gladiators have to be carried out at the end of each game!

The life of the martial artist has become not as cute as waste paper here. At least when a gladiator wins, the gamblers who bet on him can kiss a few times and shout a few times with the gambling tickets in their hands, while the gladiators below can only drag their injured body out of the field by themselves...

"Why is it gambling here?" Silester frowned and asked that there are also many arenas on the mainland, but there are not many life-and-death competitions. Those gladiators are competing with their skills, not necessarily to kill each other.

"All the arenas in the inner city are like this. As long as you go down, it will be a life-and-death battle. It has been like this for thousands of years!" Zola said easily that these exiles living on Zuo'er Island had long been used to it.

"There are no victorious generals in the arena. Look at them, some are slaves, some were bandits, and some may be warriors cultivated by a certain force, but in the end they have to lie on the arena, because this is the place with the fastest money!" Zuo La pointed to the two gladiators below and said.

"Oh? What kind of reward can you get for working so hard? Agui asked left, and Silester looked at Agui and frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"You can get 20,000 of the gambling money for each victory. If you play well, there will be rewards from the winner. Generally, you can get hundreds of gold coins if you can survive."

"How can you participate in such a fight?" Agui continued to ask, and Silester frowned deeper. He knew that Agui came out of the arena, but the water in the inner city was too cloudy and did not know the depth at all. Now it is really not suitable to participate in it.

"Go to the bottom and hand in a few gold coins. At that time, you will be given a gladiator's sign. With it, you can compete in any arena at any time." Zola saw Silestor frowning and said with a smile, "It's nothing. Many of the exiles in our outer circle will come here to make a fortune, and many people in our axe camp have gladiator cards."

Do you have to kill? What should I do if I offend some force? Sirister asked with a cold face.

"Can the audience be satisfied without killing people?" Zola smiled. These new exiles who have just arrived on the island still don't understand the situation. "No one cares about killing in the arena. These arenas have great forces*. It provides killing entertainment for people in the inner city. There are often some masters cultivated by forces to come here to hone their skills. It's the most troublesome to meet them."

The ghost is not a person who has stopped, and the exiles gave him a bad impression, so it's really a good idea to try to hone the skills with these warriors. Xileste's mentality is still swinging left and right, but the ghost fully understands the style of Zuo's Island. This is another jungle where beasts eat. Beasts, beasts eat fruit trees, fruit trees eat soil, and everyone exploits and squeezes each other layer by layer. Only the strongest can survive!

"The rules are quite simple," said Agui and began to bow his head to tidy up his sleeves. It seems that he plans to go down and play.

"Don't go down!" Silester said, "Now I still need help. You'd better not participate in such a dangerous activity at this time!"

"It's nothing, it's just for fun," the ghost smiled and handed the wooden crystal core to Zuo La. He took out 50,000 yuan vouchers from it and said, "I think you can also buy bets here. You can buy me and win later. If you make more money, I will buy the big axe you like and give it to you!"

"Good!" Zola immediately laughed: "The general odds of newcomers are only half, but with so much money, it's almost enough to win a few games."

Agui smiled and patted Zuo La's shoulder and smiled at Xi Lester, "You don't have to be rigid. When it comes to killing people, no one in this field can be better than me!" You'd better prepare some money to put on me. Maybe you can buy back the golden armor tomorrow.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the ghost, he could only nod and said, "Be careful not to be seriously injured!"

"This small field can't hurt me. You can wait to collect the money in a moment..." The ghost played with the bone mosquito needle in his hand and walked back with a relaxed face.

Through several barriers, the ghost wandered to the back. Some gladiators ready to play were resting, and several well-dressed warriors were recording around a big fat man.

The big fat man was a steward at first glance. The ghost naturally came to him, and the eyes of several warriors immediately focused on the ghost. One quickly came to stop the ghost and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I want to play a fighting card and want to participate in the competition here!" The ghost said with a smile.

Although the warrior doubted that the ghost was too young, he did not stop the ghost and turned to the big fat man and shouted, "Head, this boy is going to participate in the competition!"

The fat man looked up at the ghost, then lowered his head and continued to write something. He said, "Ten gold coins, give him a sign."

The warrior took ten gold coins from the ghost, gave him a small sign, and instructed him to register at the window with an iron fence. It turned out that it was the place to handle the sign. As long as it was registered here, the ghost was officially qualified to participate in the competition.

"Say your name and level," asked a thin old man in the window, staring at the ghost with a pair of dizzy eyes.

"My name is Ghost, and now I'm a senior warrior," Agui looked down at the small sign in his hand. This is made of fine steel, with a fist engraved on the front, two words "fighting" engraved on the back, and a number 747.

"Let me see your brand!" The old man stretched out his hand to look at the number behind the sign, and then returned it to the ghost. "Remember this number, it will be your code name in the future!"

"Oh, I want to participate in the competition today." The ghost looked at the 747, and I don't know how many people have followed this number.

"Senior samurai have to pay 50 gold coins to participate in the competition!" As the old man spoke, he looked at a notebook to see who was the senior warriors who asked for the competition today. Unless there are special challenges in the arena, warriors of the same level will generally be automatically arranged to fight, otherwise a senior warrior will not be satisfied with the previous junior warrior.

A ghost was waiting for the old man's arrangement when a shout came from behind him, "No! My lord, this won't work! I can't go up, I'm dead..."

Everyone looked sideways at a strong warrior kneeling on the ground and pulling a man's trousers and pleading bitterly. The burn marks on his forehead showed that he was a slave. Obviously, his master arranged a must-lose fight for him!

"Your Excellency, I have been with you for so long, please forgive me..." The strong warrior burst into tears. It seems that the opponent on the court has scared him.

"Get out! You stinky slave! I have seen that you have been with Cuihua for a long time. This time I'm going to ruin you!" The fat master kicked the samurai's face and looked at their master and servant directly and was a little contradictory.

"Your Excellency, no, I promise not to look at Cuihua again..." Although the slave warrior could knock down the fat master with one punch, he still only pleaded but did not dare to resist.

"Go and pull him in!" This wailing obviously affected the big fat man who bowed his head and wrote. He frowned and said to the side, and immediately walked over to the two warriors and threw the slaves into the arena.

The audience immediately shouted outside the curtain. Before long, the ghost heard the shout of 'kill him, kill him', and the body of the slave warrior was quickly brought back. The fat owner went to the window, threw a sign into it, and said, "Old man, record it, 1921 is over!"

The old man glanced at him, then picked up the roster next to him and looked through it, crossed out the name of 1921, and then threw away the 1921 sign into the wooden box next to him. The gladiator sign was constantly recycled.

"Today, seven or eight senior warriors, including 813, 1225 and 1456, are going to participate in the competition. Are you a newcomer? Do you have any special requirements?" The old man asked the ghost.

"I want to find a powerful one, preferably more murderous," the ghost said casually, playing with the bone mosquito needle in his hand.

The old man took a closer look at the ghost. Obviously, the boy was not crazy, but according to what he said, he obviously came to die. The old man didn't say much. After looking at the notebook, he said, "1225 has participated in more than 30 games. I'll arrange for you to be together. You can go there and wait. It will be your turn in about an hour. You go up."

Agui nodded, went out to talk to Zola and Silester first, asked them to remember their numbers to bet, and then returned to the player area below to wait.