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That's right, they had known each other so deeply before, now it was just a glance, and they already understood each other's meaning - the noble lady rejected his call for help, and ordered him to follow His Majesty's will.

In other words, he must continue to fight.

"Follow the edict."

While expressing etiquette in his own way, Brinos turned around and raised his sword and shield again.

"sorry."

Brinos thought silently.

In all fairness, Brinos doesn't want to renege on his word and get fat. After all, we are all on the same team, and there is no need to entrap each other—just as he was also taken care of by other gladiators when he was young, there is actually no need to fight to the death between them .

However, the nobleman's order cannot be disobeyed.

What's more, that is the nobleman among the nobles, the emperor of Rome.How can a mere gladiator violate the will expressed by such a noble figure?

"So...don't blame me."

While saying this, Brinos pierced the ribs of a Momiro gladiator with the sharp sword in his hand.

Knowing how to avoid the vital points, he naturally also knows how to stab the vital points. Right now, all he can do is to make these colleagues die as quickly as possible, so that they will suffer less death.

And his teammates also dragged their tired bodies and started the same action.

It was at this moment that the audience in the stands really saw what Brinos was capable of. Although this huge man with a figure of two meters had extraordinary physical strength, when he really fought, it was not the same as before. A kind of chaotic smashing - his blade is precise and logical, every stab can penetrate deeply into the flesh, and the resistance of the opponents is all blocked by the shield, whether it is slashing or slashing. Even if it is smashed, it will not be able to set off the slightest splash.

Opponents rushed up like a tidal wave, sensing that they were about to die, they decided to act first - but all of this was meaningless, the tall Brinos had turned into a firm rock at this moment, despite the wind and rain, he still stood still. Stand still.

The waves collided with the reef, and the blood-colored waves surged out, and then fell back to the ground, adding a touch of wet red to the dry sandy land.

In just a moment, the number of people in the "Death Claw" gladiatorial school has been reduced from the previous ten or so to the current three or five.

But Brinos still didn't stop.

He didn't dare to stop, just because the nobles behind him hadn't called to stop, and since the nobles were not satisfied, then he had to kill more—even if he wanted to kill all the gladiators, he had to do this, as long as Because otherwise, he would be the one to die.

In order to survive, he must fight on.

It's all about staying alive.

"Hmph, ah, ah, ah——"

Brinos roared like a beast.

This wasn't even a provocation anymore, and he didn't know why he had to yell, maybe it was just because it would make him relax and make him more powerful when he attacked.

But at this moment, when he was about to go all out, his blade was suddenly blocked.

This was the first time someone had held his sword.

"Didn't you play well before?"

The seemingly ordinary fighter with a shield and sword in front of him was sighing in a low voice.

"Why did you stop acting all of a sudden?"

"..."

At this moment, Brinos felt as if a sharp knife had pierced his chest.

He was able to block the blade with the sword and shield in his hand, but the truth was a sharp knife that was sharper than the blade.

"Acting? Acting in what?"

Suppressing the severe pain in his heart, Brinos showed a ferocious smile.

"I am your mourner, I am the giant Brinos! By His Majesty's will, I have come to take your lives!"

As soon as these words came out, enthusiastic cheers broke out in the stands that were still silent just now—just because of this familiar fierce expression, this ferocious gesture that they had seen countless times, that terrifying giant that made their blood rush. back again!

It's not a retired veteran who led a few remnants of soldiers, but the undefeated legend who once defeated many gladiator heroes!

"Brinos! Brinos! Brinos!"

People cheered and gave all their blessings to this mighty giant, just because at this moment, the finale demon king in the arena returned!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Fanatical shouts resounded throughout the arena, and it was the first time Brinos heard the audience support him so much, which made him a little dazed, and even thought that he had returned to his youthful days.

At that time, as a newly promoted gladiator, he could occasionally play a heroic role once or twice, but the audience, who was a Roman citizen, didn't like him very much. It's kind of eccentric—the audience prefers him to play the villain, the horrible enemy defeated by the hero, and as for the heroes...the audience prefers the Romans.

Yes, just like the person in front of him, with fair skin that has not experienced any wind and sun, and dark black hair and eyes... Although the relatively smooth straight hair is compared to the curly hair of a real Roman It's still too far away, but the audience mostly doesn't care about that.

They just want to see heroes who challenge the devil, that's all.

But unfortunately, Brinos' name is "Heroic Undertaker".

"Do you want to be a hero too?"

The blade pressed against the opponent's shield, and Brinos at this moment was like a frightening monster in the legend.

"Do you want to beat me too?"

"Uh, think about it again?"

To Brinos' bewilderment, the seemingly unremarkable man just scratched his head.

"You think about it again?"

"I……"

Brinos became more and more confused. The gesture of raising his shield hand and scratching his head was simply giving up his defense, and confronting him with such a posture was simply asking for his own death—this kind of passive fighting attitude It's not a gesture that a gladiator can show. Even if he dares to make such a behavior, he will be overwhelmed by the dissatisfied boos of the audience.

So... what about the voices of the audience?

Why did the audience, who were still noisy just now, suddenly become silent?

"What... hiss!"

Brinos just wanted to turn around, but the twisting of his neck brought a tingling pain - until this moment he felt that something cold was on his neck.

It was a polished bronze sword that was quite sharp.

"when!"

The frightened Brinos hurriedly backed away, at this moment his back was covered with cold sweat!

Fortunately, the bronze sword did not continue to pursue.

The sharp blade was taken back, and returned to the ordinary man's hand. After seeing the blood on the blade, the man just shook his head, and then he slammed the bronze sword directly into the on the ground.

"If you use a weapon, it's a bit too bullying for you."

Saying this, the man dropped the shield in his hand again, and even threw away the armor and helmet.

It wasn't until there was no defense left on his body that the seemingly ordinary man stood still.

"That's about it. Which one of you will go first... Forget it, why don't you go together."

……

The entire arena was silent.

At this moment, both the gladiators in the arena and the audience outside the arena were all stunned—it was the first time they had heard such an arrogant declaration.Facing a veteran gladiator with a sharp blade with bare hands, isn't this really a dead end?

Maybe it really isn't.

Just because that seemingly ordinary man has already moved.

Perhaps because he felt that he had waited too long, the man simply rushed up and faced the sharp blades in the hands of these experienced gladiators with his defenseless body—the well-trained fighting instinct made the leader of the shield-and-sword fighter Immediately thrust out the sharp sword, this stab is so proficient that it can even cut the back of a bull!

But what sounded in the arena was not the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, but a clear sound of bone cracking.

In just an instant, the arm holding the sword was twisted into a strange angle, which made the shield-sword fighter have to raise his shield to defend himself—but at the moment when the shield was protecting his body, a sudden elbow hit But directly on top of the shield.

The hard wooden shield cracked, along with the hand bones of the gladiator.

"Is this really something humans can do?"

Looking at the seasoned gladiator with broken bones and broken tendons, who was howling on the ground with his arms folded, the audience in the stands couldn't believe their eyes—because everything happened so fast, their brains' understanding The speed could not keep up with their own vision, the scene in front of them was too abstract and too weird for them, they even thought they were dreaming for a while.

But in the short moment when they were distracted, the other four fighters with swords and shields fell to the ground one after another.

It's not that these seasoned gladiators haven't worked hard. They have instinctively formed an formation to resist the moment they fight with each other with skillful coordination-but it's meaningless. The seemingly ordinary man directly injured them seriously. The teammate threw it over, and smashed his strong and heavy body on the shield surface, immediately smashing a gap in the shield formation.

All that's left is a one-sided massacre.The gladiators, who were so smashed that they couldn't even maintain their balance, couldn't hold on for even a second longer.

So, in just a moment, the four gladiators had their limbs broken and half of their heads sunk in the sand.

After doing all this, the seemingly ordinary man turned his head and looked at Brinos who was already stunned.

"If your skills are just like this, then you don't even have the qualifications to make me happy..."

With a sigh, the man named Dupin waved his hand.

"Go down and change a batch."

Roman Holiday, Passion in the Arena: Chapter 135, Chapter 120, Chapter [-], Kind Abin ([-] words)

Durbin originally thought he had played enough to perform.

In view of the fact that the real protagonist of this game, that is, Lao Luo, begged him not to mess around again and again, so in view of the friendship worth tens of thousands of dollars, no matter how reluctant he was, he agreed with his nose--obviously , as a mature Jing Luo, Mi Lao Luo has his own ideas in this quest line, so what else can he say?

He only needs to ensure the lower limit is enough, that is, Lao Luo will not be hacked to death, and the rest is all Lao Luo's own business, and his getting started will only add to the chaos.

What else can I say?

Just mix it up and you're done.

It's good to relax occasionally. Although it's a bit difficult for Dubin to forcefully suppress the desire to attack, but fortunately, there are no enemies that need him to attack. After all, the skills of those gladiators are still a bit... ...too direct.In a sense, in Dubin's eyes, most gladiators were not even as good as fighters in the real world. Even a small number of gladiators were still capable, but when everyone was using weapons, who was he afraid of?

If it is said that after a fighter takes up a weapon, his combat power will increase by three to five times, then after a martial arts practitioner takes up a weapon, his combat power will probably increase by more than ten times - just because most of the traditional martial arts in various countries Many parts are often used as a prelude to weapon training. Although those tricks are a bit weird to practice empty-handed, and there is no way to fight against people, but when you pick up a sword, gun, sword, and halberd, you will find out, how is this thing? How to use it smoothly.

And when these gladiators' weapons-using skills fell into Dubin's eyes, he could only shake his head again and again.

This crude way of using it can only be described as tragedy.

The hand shields that were originally used for the assault became defensive props in the hands of these gladiators. The short swords that were obviously more than a foot long had to be cut open and closed, and their use of the trident... This is Dubin's most The part that I can't bear to look at is that long-barred rake weapons are obviously extremely fierce weapons. According to legend, Yu Wencheng, a fierce general in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, was a master at using boring rakes. In the hands of the gladiators, it turned into an ordinary harpoon, which could be blocked even by a shield.

So what else can he say?Just say happy.

Anyway, it’s an exhibition game, as long as the audience enjoys watching it, everyone’s goal is to pay for tickets, and they don’t have to fight to the death. Dubin's eyes also became pleasing to the eye.

It's true that those fights may not be able to kill people, but it's really pretty good to fight with sparks flying around.Even speaking, those seemingly meaningless moves in Dubin's eyes are quite reasonable in this context-it is indeed meaningless to look at that move alone, and it can't kill people, but if counted If it's against the opponent, then it's not necessarily true.