The noise roared like a warship, and the curved grandstand at the front of the room gave an unobstructed view of the entire gladiatorial arena.The entire arena is gradually retracted upwards in a figure-eight shape, and the honeycomb-like glass stands are densely arranged around, and every window is a crazy world.It was crowded with mad aristocrats.Where did the aristocracy at this time still have the demeanor and etiquette at the ball?
They had been stolen by the bloody fights in the arena, like a group of madmen who had been stimulated to the top, collectively waving their fists tightly tightening the betting slips, and they were intoxicated and hysterical.And in the huge arena at the bottom, a bloody gladiatorial fight is being staged!
The circular sandy field was illuminated by the huge spotlights around it, and between the walls around the arena and the fighting arena in the middle of the circle, a circular arena was formed, and the field was divided into eight pieces, and in the middle of each small field, there were two people catching and tearing each other!
This is not a boxing match, nor is it a black market boxing match.This is the most ferocious and savage, truly fighting!
In the dust, the prisoners were red-eyed and howling, and every punch and kick was extremely vicious.On the walls around the venue, there were shocking bloodstains.Most of these blood stains are in the form of splashes, and some are in the shape of large patches, which are left by the opponent's head and slamming against the wall, or the whole person leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down.In the field, some prisoners could no longer lift their hands and were gritting their teeth to support themselves.There was also a prisoner whose leg had been trampled off by his opponent, and he was holding his leg bent at a strange angle, howling desperately, like a beast that had been wounded and wailing, miserable and desperate.However, their opponents, without exception, did not mean any mercy.On the contrary, they have the upper hand with the ferocity of the beast, striking mercilessly, punching to the flesh, striking at the weakest points of their opponents.Until the opponent admits defeat, or there is blood foam from the corner of the mouth, it proves that this opponent has no room for resistance, his internal organs have been fatally hit, if not rescued in time, there is only one end, that is, under the indifferent gaze of the opponent, in the frantic shouts of the nobles, convulsions, and death in the dust.The last imprints of the dead prisoners in this world were the black and dirty blood that gushed out of their mouths and dripped on the dirt, and the marks of their bodies being pulled through the sand as they were dragged away like dead dogs.No sympathy, no pity.In this world, all the good words of human beings are a kind of irony.An Lei lay on the glass of the stands in a daze, watching a familiar figure in the No. 3 court lying there quietly, motionless.Blood, pouring from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, foamed at the white, staining the dirt where his head was located black and red.His ground was covered in dirt and footprints, and his black head was messy and dirty, like a bird's nest smashed through the ground by a brick.And one of his hands is still in the posture of protecting his head.An Leidi's world fell silent all of a sudden, and the huge noise of the gladiatorial arena was all gone, and in her eyes, only the body that had lost all signs of life.Tears slipped uncontrollably from his eyes, and the knuckles of his fingers pressed against the glass lost their blood color because they were too hard.Susan almost immediately noticed An Lei, who was extremely grief-stricken, and watched An Lei's tears dripping from the ground, and she looked at An Lei's line of sight in disbelief, the mechanic named Zhang Yuan was lying quietly in the dirt, humble and insignificant.His opponent sat less than five meters beside him and recuperated and ready to meet the winners of other matches.Susan lost all her strength and slowly fell to her knees in front of the glass of the stands, her mind blank.She watched her best friend walk into a nightmare, but couldn't do anything about it.The end is doomed, and everything is irretrievable.The two girls watched in the man's world, no one noticing them, and their tears could not stop this tragic gladiatorial fight.The carnage continued, and another prisoner collapsed under the frantic attacks of his opponents.The prisoner, who was not very tall, had completely lost the ability and the will to fight back, and he could not even make a groan, allowing his tall and strong opponent to strike him in the head again and again with his fist, and the blood splattered in the air with the wounds in the corners of his eyes, cheekbones, and the bridge of his nose.After a few seconds, the staggering prisoner finally collapsed with a thud.His head slammed into the dusty ground, then bounced back, and when it fell again, he was dead.It was the last opponent to be knocked down, and as he fell, the arena erupted in cheers.As several walls shrank into the walls at the edge of the site, the original eight small fields became four.The second stage of the competition has begun.The surrendered prisoners exited the arena through a dog-like hole, while the dead prisoners remained where they were.In this fight tournament, these corpses were originally a kind of prop.A prop that makes the nobles tremble and exciting.Such a bloody scene can provoke the most brutal and bloody thing that any nobleman suppresses in his heart.Make this game more enjoyable.When the partition wall was closed, the prisoners of the two adjacent arenas rushed together like beasts merged into a cage, attacking each other with their hands, feet, knees and teeth, biting at each other.Here, there is no tactics or strategy, and these prisoners must use all their strength and momentum to suppress each other.Whoever is intimidated by the other will be ruthlessly destroyed.After a bloody and fierce fight, the walls of the arena changed again, and the four arenas became two semi-circular arenas.The four prisoners, who had just won the victory, will face a new opponent without respite.By this time, the prisoners were exhausted.The wall opened so that they could see each other, but they did not rush immediately as they did in the first two rounds, everyone was gasping for breath, desperately trying to regain their strength, knowing that they were going to face a vicious dog that had already tasted blood.Susan kept staring at Zhang Yuan's opponent, the tall man covered in tattoos.This man is obviously a veteran of the battlefield with a lot of experience, he strikes quickly and decisively, and in the confrontation, every time he strikes his fist, he goes straight to the opponent's vital point.Such as the throat, eyes, lower vulva, and back of the head.The methods are vicious and brutal, and the attacks are fierce.He was also very good at fighting off, and on several occasions, Susan thought he would be knocked out, but he was as if nothing happened.Susan had never hated anyone so much.She didn't know the dead mechanic, but she knew that her best friend was weeping in grief, watching her lover lie in the ring, a cold corpse.And the one who caused all this was the criminal prisoner in the field, who single-handedly destroyed An Lei's hope!
The tattooed man began to move, and of all the remaining prisoners, he had the best physical strength.Because in the first round of gladiatorial fighting, it took him less than three minutes to beat the fat man who was holding Wang Ba's fist to death, and he got more rest than everyone else.He quickly approached his new opponent who was breathing, unhurried, calm and calm.Like a dangerous venomous snake, it winds its way coldly, and will attack fatally if it reaches the right distance.His opponent had sensed the danger and quickly adjusted his posture, vigilantly scribbling on every move of the tattooed man.When the short distance between them finally disappeared, the two men attacked each other without hesitation.All the power in their bodies was stirred up, and the sound of the fist hitting the head on the ground was terrifying.Blood dripped from the faces of the two people, and the faces that had been blurred by the dried blood and dirt became even more hideous.In the end, the tattooed man's physical strength gave him the upper hand, and when he dodged his opponent's overly hard attack and hit his opponent in the head with a heavy punch, almost everyone could hear the dull crash, like a hammer smashing a watermelon, blood, splashing on the wall, and the tattooed man's opponent fell into a coma in an instant, like a tattered sack, and fell heavily to the ground.The tattooed man did not stop, and amid the constant surrender of the opposing coach, he slowly walked to the opponent's side and kicked again and again, kicking only one position, that is, the head.In this dueling arena, no one can get off the field without the simultaneous surrender of the "coach" and the "player".This rule made many players who were forced to play die in despair.The tattooed man's opponent was silent, and his entire head was kicked so that he could no longer see the original shape.Susan looked at An Lei, whose eyes were empty and dull, and the nails in her hands were pinched into the palms of her hands.She finally knew how the mechanic Zhang Yuan was beaten to death!
So cruel, so bloody, so appalling!
She looked around and looked at the crazy aristocrats in the glass stands, and her heart became colder and colder, slowly sinking to the bottom.Gachalin, this is Gachalin!
Her gaze crossed the crowd and looked at the top row of golden stands.Father, is this your favorite entertainment?
(To be continued)