Then came the second, third, and fourth games.
The further you get to the back, the stronger the gladiators will be and the more intense the battle will be.
However, in the end, it was almost always a tragic victory after both sides suffered losses. The fighters selected by the organizers were all of similar strength. A long-lasting and fierce battle was more able to please and satisfy the upper-class people who watched the battle.
The nobles crazily took pleasure in this blood feast.
In their eyes, the life of a slave gladiator is probably no different than a beast that can be slaughtered at will.
Ren watched the corpses being dragged out one after another, and then remembered the words that the narrow-eyed Metternich often said, that certain dark classes should really be destroyed.
... ..
Finally, it’s game eight!
The final appearance is already the third level of high-level extraordinary.
"Now, welcome to our gladiators..."
At this moment, the host announced the entry of the gladiators, and the entire stands burst into cheers.
"Viper!"
"Viper!"
"Viper!"
"..."
Except for some guys who wanted to pick up the upset, almost everyone bet heavily on the "Barbarian Viper".
Along with the cheers, several strong men in iron hoods pulling iron chains came out. A few meters behind them, a tall brown-skinned warrior was chained up with seven or eight iron chains. His upper body was naked and painted with a faded snake-shaped totem. It was as if he was leading a wild tiger and walked out slowly.
Ren saw clearly the totem lines on the body of the Coleman warrior, his pupils shrank, and he murmured in his heart: "A warrior from the Mountain Snake Tribe."
He also guessed the organizer's evil intentions.
If Mafa Great Witch Sacrifice and the others saw this scene, they would know that it was a trap and would definitely choose to rush to save people. This scene is to stimulate the nerves of those "big fish" who sneak into the city.
The Coleman warrior was pushed into the octagonal cage, the iron chain was untied, and he rushed madly towards the gladiator named [Ironhead Jack] on the opposite side. For Coleman soldiers, these "invaders" deserve death, so they are extremely ruthless!
As soon as the two sides met, there was no temptation and they immediately entered the stage of life and death fight.
The gladiator was very tall and two meters tall. But compared to Coleman's height of more than three meters, his height, wingspan, and leg length are far behind.
Although both of them are third-level extraordinary, Warrior Coleman's physique is obviously much stronger.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The two collided violently, without using weapons, and their fists hit the flesh.
At the beginning, [Ironhead Jack] could still fight hard for a few rounds, but later on, the Coleman family's superior physical strength showed up.
The Coleman warriors who could be captured alive must be the elite of the tribe. Against ordinary people with weak physiques, their combat power is at least half of the extraordinary level.
There is almost no suspense in the battle. From the beginning to the end, it is the Coleman warrior who blasts [Iron-Headed Jack].
In the end, like a mad bear, he hammered the gladiator into a ball of rotten flesh.
The battle was over. Warrior Coleman's fists were soaked with his opponent's blood, and he glanced at everyone in the stands with hatred.
Ren sighed as he looked at it, he survived, but... this ending didn't make anyone happy.
... ..
"Viper!"
"Viper!"
"..."
There was another wave of cheers in the stands because this "barbarian" helped them win money.
Just when Renn thought tonight's fight was over, something unexpected happened.
Those people did not open the box and let the Coleman soldier out, but at this time, the host came on stage again.
He held the trumpet and shouted excitedly: "Friends from the audience, the most exciting extra round is here! There is a talented fighter from the Omar Empire who is ready to challenge our 'Barbarians' who have won 37 consecutive victories. Viper'!"
When everyone heard this, they started cheering again!
"Haha, there's another playoff!"
"I don't know what surprises it will bring us this time. Every time we play extra games, the organizers always bring some unexpected masters..."
"Isn't it? Moreover, the odds of the playoff will be very high. Tsk tsk, I just felt that I didn't win much just now, so I need to take a closer look now..."
"..."
The punters also became excited.
The host introduced passionately: "Next, we invite the fighting genius from the Omar Imperial City, the noble Black Lion Lord, Lord Um Lopez!"
When Ren heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly: "It's that guy! He's not dead?"
The eldest son of the president of the "Sunflower Merchant Guild", Um Lopez, who once had a conflict at the "Plague Base"!
His biological sister still died in his own hands!
"It's kind of interesting...those red-robed mages actually teleported this guy away..."
Ren narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the guy with the cape covering his head mysteriously walking towards the Octagon.
And when the host introduced the identity of the cloaked man, the audience was also excited.
"Oh... the slave owner actually entered the competition!"
"He's actually the eldest son of the Lopez family."
"..."
Except for professional gamblers, almost all of the people in the stands were either rich or wealthy.
Many people have heard of "Umm Lopez."
The slave business is the most profitable business after genetic potions and a few resource monopoly industries.
The president of the "Sunflower Chamber of Commerce" seems to be the Minister of Commerce of Omar, but the largest shareholder is actually the Lopez family of Queen Omar.
The Lopez family also owns the largest slave trading house in Oma, and they are also the largest "slave owners"!
Watching the "slave owner" fight in person made everyone even more excited.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the dignified Viscount Omar would also end up. This gladiatorial match is starting to be interesting."
"I've heard about that guy. He's a fighting genius that's not seen in a hundred years in the Imperial Capital of Omar. It's rumored that he's never been defeated in the third-level extraordinary world..."
"Haha, it's just a little trick played by the nobles, and they haven't been defeated yet? Ridiculous... I'm afraid that kind of kid hasn't seen blood yet!"
"Hey, 3.1:3.5, the odds are very close. It seems that the organizer thinks this Umu has a good chance of winning."
"Fuck, is there any need to choose? When have you ever seen the odds of 'Venomous Snake' being three times more? Most likely, noble young men feel invincible in the aristocratic circle, and they are arrogant and want to try their true abilities. Just watch, in a few rounds, that guy will be crippled by the barbarians, and a high-level transcendent will come to the rescue... "
"I also think that Gouzhuang is trying to induce us to buy a long shot! Anyway, if I go all-in on 'Viper', for three million, I'm sure to make a profit!"
"Hehe, such high odds are obviously meant to lure us into betting. Although I think there is something fishy about the dog village, I still... bet all on 'Venomous Snake'!"
"..."
The gamblers started placing bets again, but almost everyone still placed their bets on the Coleman Warriors.
This odds is the highest the "Viper" has ever played.
After all, that Um Lopez is a fighting genius, but he is also a third-level transcendent. Invincible at the same level? Haha, it's just a fig leaf for the nobles to play fighting games.
"Viper" has proven with his strength who is truly invincible at the same level!
Ren listened to the conversations of the gamblers in his ears and felt that the Coleman warrior had a greater chance of winning.
Probably, as the gamblers said, this guy just came to test his strength.
The young Wumu he had seen before was indeed very strong, but he was only very strong among ordinary humans.
If you really want to face Warrior Coleman, even if that guy is proficient in many arcane martial arts, he won't be able to gain the slightest advantage at all. The absolute strength, fighting spirit, height and arm length are all very different. The combat experience that Soldier Coleman has accumulated from fighting World of Warcraft since he was a child is definitely not comparable to that of a noble young master in a greenhouse.
Ren was still sure of his thoughts the second before Young Master Umu took off his cloak.
But when he took off his cloak, Ren's expression suddenly changed.
... .
"Now, we, Lord Viscount Umm, are invited to take the stage!"
The host made a passionate introduction and collected enough bets before announcing the start of the fight.
At this moment, the guy with the cloak covering his face slowly untied the cloak covering his head, revealing an indifferent face. What's surprising is that there are some mysterious totem patterns on his face!
Seeing this, Ren was shocked and almost blurted out: "Elder Habu's... [Totem of Power]! How could it be on this guy!"
All the Coleman tribe will draw totems on their skin, but only the elders are qualified to refine those divine power totems.
[Fire Totem] was taken away by Kipling Winster, the patriarch of the Winster family of the five major families in Glory City;
[Wood Totem] fell into the hands of the "Ten Legends" [Black Witch] Dia Benilla;
More than a month later, Coleman's number one warrior Habu will be auctioned, and his [Totem of Power] actually appears here!
"Those guys actually paid attention to this..."
Ren's eyes became extremely gloomy when he saw the shining totem luster on Umu's face.
This "bait" really makes people want to kill that guy!
... ..
"Eh... Then why does Young Master Wumu have a barbarian totem painted on his face?"
"I don't know. Could it be that that thing can also enhance combat effectiveness?"
"Haha, pretending to be a ghost..."
"..."
The gamblers also saw this scene, but not many of them knew the [Totem of Power].
When the Coleman soldier in the cage saw the totem on Young Master Wumu, he looked like a red-eyed bull, pounced on the cage, and roared crazily at those outside the cage.
But Ren understood the hysterical Coleman curse: I'm going to kill you, you damn invader!
At this moment, Ren's heart also felt cold.
Seeing the totem on Wumu's face and the indifferent expression, he knew that this battle would be difficult.
"Tonight's ninth gladiatorial competition begins now!"
After the host gave the order, the staff of the fighting arena carefully opened a door of the cage.
But at this moment, the Coleman soldier rushed over like crazy, looking like he wanted to rush out of the cage and kill the young man in the cloak.
But at this moment, a sudden "pop" was heard in the air!
Ren's pupils shrank and he shouted in his heart: "Not good!"
This move was too familiar to him, but the speed was far beyond expectations, and even beyond the scope of visual capture.
He quickly moved his gaze to the door of the cage.
As expected, the phantom in the cloak remained in place, but the next moment, a muffled sound like a bombardment was heard.
When he came out of the door of the Octagon, the Coleman fighter who was about to rush out was caught off guard and was kicked in the chest.
"Bang"!
The tall figure flew out and crashed onto the ground of the arena.
Seeing this scene, the punters in the stands were shocked.
The "Viper" who had won thirty-seven games in a row and was invincible was actually kicked away
"How can this be!"
"The power of Young Master Wumu's kick can actually kick away a barbarian who is famous for his strength? No way, is it because 'Venomous Snake' is careless?"
"It doesn't look like you were careless. The strength of that kick is definitely not small..."
"Didn't you see the speed of Young Master Wumu's advance? Without the support of absolute explosive power, even [Mysterious Art: Divine Movement] would not be able to reach such a terrifying speed."
"Damn it, Gouzhuang has tricked us again! There must be something weird about Omar's noble boy, otherwise, even a third-level transcendent of the pure power system would not be able to kick that kick, and even a fourth-level kick would be impossible. Step!"
"No wonder there are such similar odds, it turns out that Umu is so strong..."
"..."
A battle that had no suspense at first suddenly turned into a close stalemate.
No one thought that an ordinary human being could compete with "barbarians" in strength without falling behind at all!
The Coleman warriors attacked Umu frantically with the intention of killing him.
Wumu was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a sneer on his face that suited his purpose, and his movements showed calmness and ruthlessness. The whistling fist wind had a faint air of his own.
That's his own punch!
Ren squinted his eyes and looked at the ferocious flaming lion slowly condensed from the fighting spirit overflowing from Young Master Wumu's body. His expression was full of solemnity and he thought to himself: "This guy has reached the level of power that Bazel mentioned." It’s the threshold of turning one’s mind into something.”
After staying with Bazel and the others for a long time these days, his horizons naturally became higher. He couldn't see that the "power" gathered by Wumu was anything but simple, it was ferocious and violent.
When Ren saw this, he looked suddenly surprised: That guy also wanted to use this to condense his "boxing intention"!
Umu became more and more courageous as he fought, but with the blessing of [Divine Power Totem], he made up for the gap in strength and actually had a slight advantage. The two sides were going back and forth, and the punches were very brutal.
Bang! Bang! Bang.
They are all head-to-head fighting styles, and various high-level fighting skills come and go, which is dazzling.
[Magic Movement] is flexible and changeable, [Cannon Fist] is extremely lethal, [Arashi Kiri] has fluent kicks, [Ten Hands], and [King Kong].
There is no conspiracy, just head-on confrontation!
The Coleman soldier was beaten until he vomited blood, and Um was not much better. His face was also covered in blood, but he became more and more fierce. The faces of both sides showed the ferocity of killing each other!
"I see... "
Renn also saw it, and finally realized what the "soul of martial arts" is!
This Wumu's martial arts seemed to be integrated with his own body, and his fists and feet were filled with the "kingly power of a flaming lion".
Looking at it, Ren felt vaguely that he had understood something, but he couldn't grasp it clearly.
He stared coldly at the two people fighting fiercely in the arena, and thoughts were racing in his mind: "It's fortunate that that guy got the [Divine Power Totem] not long ago, otherwise if he were to advance to the next level, his strength would have grown to a terrifying level. . . . ”
Renn is confident that he can advance to the third level, and he will definitely not be worse than this guy, or even a lot better.
But... now he is worried about something else.
[Divine Power Totem] not only increases strength, but also restores fighting spirit. The longer the battle lasts, the greater the advantage.
Tonight, that Kalman warrior is in danger!
... .
While the gladiatorial match in the "Oak Tavern" was in full swing, the sky outside the tavern had already darkened.
When night falls, that's when the "living zombies" are most active.
At this time, the guards on the city wall were waiting eagerly with muskets in hand.
With such high walls and powerful guns, the tide of corpses every night is just a welfare activity for them to give money.
But today, it was strange. It was almost midnight, but it was eerily quiet outside the city. Not even a living corpse was seen.
"Eh... that's weird. Why aren't there any zombies today? Hey, I finally got naturalized and spent money to get a job as a city defense patrol. I just hope I can make some extra money at night. What's going on?"
"Who knows. Maybe I have been here in Mechanical City for too long, and all the living corpses nearby have been cleared away?"
"That's not right. Even if it's pretty much cleaned up, there should be three or two little skeletons."
"Hey, look, isn't that coming? No! It seems... a bit too much?"
"Not good! There are super large living corpses. They are S-class zombies. Send an alarm!"