Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"Next, there will be an epic duel between Tartarus, a slave from the Julius family, and a barbaric tyrant from Gaul."

Otoni Hiroshi closed his eyes, and gently smelled the bloody smell in the air. It had been a long time since he had fought like this.

When the barbaric tyrant of Gaul stepped into the arena topless, all the audience bet on him.

After all, his incomparably tall body, pupils full of bloodthirsty desire, and arms and thighs as thick as Hiroshi Otoi's waist, looked like a human buffalo.

Coupled with the countless scars on his body, which are like meritorious deeds, all of them prove his strength.

And at this moment, between the two, only one person can get out of here.

"Little one, raise the blade in your hand." The barbaric tyrant challenged.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at the Tetanus Blade in his hand, which had a physical damage of 1 but a magic damage of 999, then raised his head with a curious expression on his face, "Are you sure?"

The bloodthirsty eyes of the savage tyrant suddenly widened, and he rushed towards Otoi Hiroshi.

Roaring like thunder, Otoni Hiroshi's ears were filled with the sound of him stepping on the ground.

"Kill him!"

"Tear him apart!"

Stimulated by the screaming atmosphere of the audience, the savage tyrant's eyes became even more excited, and his huge iron fist smashed towards Otoni Hiroshi with tremendous force.

……

Although the arena allows civilians to watch, it still has a clear hierarchy. The nobles are in the low-ranking area, and the commoners are in the low-ranking area. In short, the lower the rank, the higher the seat.

At this moment in the noble district, a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old was sitting there, her long brown hair was slightly curled down, looking a little tired and rebellious.Wearing a pink off-the-shoulder chiffon skirt, the bow at the waist is cute and moving, and layers of lace are embellished on the beautiful skirt.

She tapped her index finger lightly on her pretty side face, and the eyes covered by eyelashes shone with interest. Under the short skirt, two slender white thighs overlapped.

"What do you think of this game?" She looked at the guards beside her.

"This, this..."

She narrowed her eyes, "If you tell me what to say, just say what you want to do."

"Yes... the barbaric tyrant has won nineteen consecutive victories. I'm afraid Tartarus is not his opponent." The guard said cautiously.

"Oh~ it's like this~" She raised her leg and kicked the guard's leg lightly, "Go and bet all the money you brought on Tartaros."

"Miss Yulia, this..." The guard hesitated.

"Do whatever I tell you to do? Are you questioning my decision?!" Her eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Yes, yes, I'll go now."

After the guards left, she looked at the two people in the center of the arena again.

"Tartaros, if you lose, I will kill you all." She murmured with a smile.

……

At the moment when the barbaric tyrant hit, Hiroshi Otoi tried his best to dodge, but because of the opponent's strong physique, he ignored his speed.

A punch hit him in the stomach.

With a sound of pain, the breath in his body was instantly emptied, his eyes widened, and his body was dented into a rotten shrimp with the fist of the savage tyrant.

"Boom!" Hiroshi Otoi flew upside down like a cannonball.

All the bettors couldn't help but whistled excitedly, as if they had seen a lot of money about to enter their pockets.

The moment Otoi Hiroshi hit the ground with his back, a gust of hot blood spurted from his throat, and he regained his breathing.

He punched the ground, barely supported his body, and made a half-squat.

"Damn, I really underestimated you."

"Roar! Roar!"

The barbaric tyrant patted his strong chest, and rushed towards Hiroshi Otoi again.

Hiroshi Otoi quickly got up and dodged to the side, and the moment he was in the air, the huge body of the barbaric tyrant fell heavily on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hiroshi Otoi turned over and rode on his neck.

"Aww~owa~ow~"

Iron fists like raindrops continuously bombarded the barbaric tyrant's head, blood continued to ooze out, and the barbaric tyrant was also inspired to become wild under his constant bombardment.

He slapped the ground violently, got up in an instant, put Otoi Hiroshi's legs between his arms, and fell to the ground with his back.

Otoi Hiroshi directly raised the tetanus blade and swept it in front of his eyes, blood splashed out instantly.

But I didn't expect that even so, the barbaric tyrant's arm did not relax, and Otoi Hiroshi suddenly fell on his back to the ground again.

"Ahem, damn it, this guy's body is harder than armor."

Just as Hiroshi Otoi turned back and jumped up, the barbaric tyrant also stood up covering his scratched eye.

When he turned around, his uninjured eyeball seemed to break free from its socket, full of madness.

After fighting to such an extent, Hiroshi Otoi was completely aroused. The blood in his body boiled like boiling water at 99 degrees, and waves of heat hit his oxygen-deficient brain.

This time, he took the initiative to attack.

The savage tyrant roared and rushed forward.Roaring and snarling mixed together, blood spattered from fist to fist, and neither of the two sides made an astonishing fight without giving in.

Finally, in the irrational chaos, Hiroshi Otoi seized a chance and kicked the barbaric tyrant's face fiercely with a whip, sending him flying to the ground.

The savage tyrant shook his drowsy head, and just wanted to get up, but Hiroshi Otoi didn't want to procrastinate any longer, and flew straight up.

Holding up the tetanus blade with both hands, it stabbed towards his face.

"One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords..."

"Five knives, six knives..."

"Thirteen knives..."

The audience watched in a daze as Otoni Hiroshi lost his mind, kept raising the rusty long knife, and then stabbed it until his whole body was soaked in blood.

"That's enough, he's dead!" A soft voice resounded in my ears.

Otoi Hiroshi rubbed his somewhat blurred vision, but his hands, face, and even his whole body were covered with the blood of the savage tyrant.

He raised his head just like that, and an extremely beautiful girl was reflected in his dark red pupils.

"Did I win..."

She walked up to Otoni Hiroshi without any hesitation, stretched out her index finger and raised his chin, with a sly look in her eyes, "That's right, you won, Tartarus."

"That's good……"

After speaking, Hiroshi Otoi fell to the ground with a bang.

He is too tired.

[Question: Can you scold me? 】