The first wisp of the morning pierced the clouds, pushed away the color of Qingming, and the singing bird fell into the windowsill, combing its wet feathers, and hearing the movements in the house, it turned to its little head. Looking at the bird's eyes, the gray cloak rolled in the air, covering the human body, and while stroking, several short blades were inserted one by one between the waist.

On the tabletop, the dried human head was wrapped in a layer of cloth and sealed. Accompanied by the birds singing outside the window, Xia Yi grabbed the head and hung it under the short blade, and hid it in the cloak with his shoulder without his left arm.

He turned around, walked to the wall, and crossed Fang Tian Hua Ji, Qinglong Sword and put the black iron heavy sword in the middle, behind him, in the shape of the character "mi".

"Gaga, let's go!"

Xia Yi greeted the goblin who didn't sleep well. The latter stood up in a daze with a scimitar in his arms, followed behind, went all the way to the hotel, ordered two breakfasts, finished it quietly, and then checked out to check out.

Walking out of here, the quiet city was already bustling at this time. People who were busy living traveled back and forth to promote themselves; the woman sat in front of the window, combed her hair in front of the mirror, wrapped a white turban, and soon opened the window, hung the clothes she hadn't worn for a long time outside, and brushed the dust with dust with dust; people who made a living by adventure came and went in groups, occasionally seeing one or two enemies, cursing a few words, or fighting, and then taking their companions away.

At one moment, Xia Yi carried his weapons and pushed open the hotel gate and entered the hustle and bustle.

The long street was crowded with people, and the sun shone in the city. In the turmoil, two figures, one big and one small, were walking on the other street. It was Mikanoy, who had unloaded the goods, and brought his sister Dina, who was choosing gifts for his mother, and two guards were following him.

"Okay, no, Dina, I've been picking since I entered the city."

"Okay, okay, just these two."

Dina held a foundation box with red lace and a necklace inlaid with diamond crystals, and raised it in front of her brother: "Isn't it very beautiful?"

"You bought it for yourself, how can you use this for mom?"

"It's definitely useful, hum!"

"Okay, that's all the same. Then I'll pay, and then do you remember when I entered the city, I said I would watch the gladiatorial game with me?"

"I know, it's so bloody, I don't know what's good about it."

In Dina's murmur, Mikanoy paid in a hurry and prepared to switch to the competitive gladiator that she had always wanted to watch. This was Mikanoy's favorite. Although he couldn't bear to watch the slaves fighting for their lives, he was excited every time he saw such a scene.

The arena in Tatasia is not just about slaves fighting. Adventurers who usually have poverty or want to accumulate wealth quickly join in with their own martial arts, which is more exciting than simply watching slaves fight. They can even learn some practical skills from both sides of the battle.

Usually this type of person is called money-making by the residents of Tatasia.

Of course, this is also why McAnoi will definitely watch a fight or two as long as he comes to Tatasia.

Not long after, he took his sister and two caravan guards on Arena Street and bought tickets for entry. The nearby streets and entrances and exits were already full of long dragons, giving people the illusion that the stadium could not be blocked. A little further away from the street, there were juggling and tricks, so that people who didn't like to watch the competition also had a place to go.

"Brother, how many powerful people are there in this kind of gladiator? Can you recognize them all?"

As the long dragon entered the ring arena passage, the girl kept pointing at the posters of the characters posted in the passage and asked, which made Mikanoy not know how to answer. After all, he rarely came once. Most of them were traveling to sell goods. How could he have the intention to remember these people?

Moreover, this kind of life-threatening fight is actually very different from fighting beasts. It is too ordinary. Often, people who perform well in the previous game may always lie on the ground in the next game.

Amid the endless chattering of the girl, she walked forward all the way, passing through an arched stone door, and the noise and shouts swept over.

The vision spreads in front, the sun shines down from the sky, and the waves are surging in the circular competitive stands. From a distance, the stairs from top to bottom are afraid of tens of thousands of people.

The brother and sister, together with the guards, found a seat to sit down. They were on the seventh floor, and the battle below had begun for some time.

"Brother, who do you think will win?"

"I don't understand this, but the burly man over there should win..."

In the venue below, people were fighting shirtlessly, and their flesh and blood were torn apart...

...

Outside the arena, Xia Yi walked over from a distance, looked at the noise from far and near, and turned to the registration office. For the review, the arena only needs to participate in the fight and sign an agreement, which is the kind of life and death.

The procedures were not troublesome. The information was completed quickly. The registered woman gave Xia Yi a pass expressionless face, pointed to the other side of the passage, indicating that he could enter from there and someone would be taken in.

The crowded people turned out here and passed by some adventurers who also participated in the competition to make money. They were mostly hostile gazes. Soon they arrived at the entrance of the passage. The guards checked the pass and let Xia Yi go, but they stared at his black eyes and looked a few more times.

"When you get inside, someone will arrange it for you, money-making people."

Xia Yi nodded and walked into a rather cool passage. Pictures like this were so similar when they were in the United States, but they had changed their environment and the world.

On both sides of the passage, there were stars hanging out, posing in various shows of flaunting actions. Some people's posters were taken down by the staff of the arena and thrown into a pull-up cart at will. Obviously, this person may have died in the last fight.

As we walked in, there were more adventurers around us. The descriptions were different. The slim man was bald, with a slightly tiny row of tiny sharp corners on both sides of the head. When talking to others, his slender tongues were exposed from time to time and he sucked and vomited on his lips.

There are also women with arms that are paired with wings. Of course, there are also many humans with normal bodies. Among these people, there are also monsters with four arms, who should be of the same race as the four-armed blacksmith in the desert town.

Most of them stood in a semicircular iron window, like prisoners, watching the dust rising outside, a duel ongoing.

His eyes swept over here, and then someone came up to him.

"You are Xia? I am your receptionist and I also arranged for you to fight." The visitor was a thin middle-aged man, looking at the information he had just received, "Don't blame me for not having any welcome smile. After all, those who came here either went back with wealth or were buried in a cemetery in the suburbs."

"What's there?"

Xia Yi actually only understood half of this person's words, but he didn't care. Then, he found that there was an iron railing isolated on the other side of the hall where adventurers gathered, and dozens of eyes were looking at each other. They were either squatting or standing, and many figures, with numb eyes and hatred, and they were stretched backwards.

"That's the slaves I bought... Well, you can call them dead fighters, they will die anyway." The receptionist wrote the form, looked up at the other side, and said softly, then waved: "Don't walk around, don't talk to these people. Come with me. This is your first time entering, and I hope it's not the last time. I'll introduce you to the rules."

A big man nearby turned around while talking, suddenly hit Xia Yi, touched his shoulders head-on, and then stumbled back.

Xia Yi glanced at him, ignored him, and left directly with the receptionist.

The big man stood there, and the person who had been talking to encourage him to go up and cause trouble, but the big man covered his arms motionlessly, his face turned pale, and a faint bead of sweat came out.

He dared not move at all.

....

At this moment, those who didn't dare to move were also watching Dina on the mat, clenched her fists, opened her eyes slightly, and breathed hard.

McAnoy stood up excitedly.

The gladiator below has come to an end.

Blood splattered on the ground, and the flying figure fell heavily on the ground. The big guy who had guessed before, raised his hands to greet the cheers coming from all around him. Then, he walked over and grabbed the opponent's hair on the ground and dragged the person up.

A head hammer hit the opponent's door, and blood splattered.

The impacted figure directly cut half a meter on the ground, and the whole person lost consciousness and twisted in confusion.

In the audience, McAnoi clenched his fists and shouted with the other audience members in a selfless manner: "Bow him to death"

The younger sister beside her frowned and stretched out her hand to pull: "Brother..."

"Haha... I was a little excited." McAnoi sat down with a little embarrassed look. He was not like this normally, but he still couldn't help saying: "This man is so powerful, he's like this empty-handed. If he takes a weapon, he might be even more powerful."

"Hmph, is that so good as Mr. Xia?"

"Uh... this is hard to judge... But this person has won fifteen games in a row, but he is the biggest favorite recently."

Just as the brother and sister talked about that person, the person who fell below twisted his neck in the big man's hand, and his tall body thrust hard to hit his bulging chest with his muscles and roared.

The audience responded warmly around, and the entire arena was filled with cheers!

In the passage, Xia Yi walked past and stopped in the receptionist's voice. The latter stopped and turned his head: "Xia, what's wrong?"

"That person is pretty." His eyes looked through the iron railings to the field.

Cheers echoed over the arena.

The man who enjoyed this feeling refused to leave the court and still stood on the court, sweeping his fingers over the figures participating in the competition behind the surrounding iron railings, showing a grim smile.

Behind the iron railing, some people looked bad, some people patted the railing and shouted to let him wait. There was also a lot of silence, and they were thinking about the winning rate in their hearts.

With a vague sound of "That person is good...", he walked up in a cloak and approached the iron railing.

Raise your feet suddenly

Bang!!

The huge metal tearing sound suddenly echoed, and the man on the field turned around. What came into sight was the semicircular iron railing with rock fragments, whistling.

The next second, he waved his fist and hit the iron bar into the sky with a loud bang.

In the audience still cheering and discussing, someone reacted at this time and saw this scene, an uproar sounded.

"What's going on next?"

, “…..there are challengers?!”

"Fight"

…

Among countless voices, the iron railings hit the ground, and the dust aroused, and across the man's vision, a figure wearing a cloak had already walked into the arena.

With one hand, three weapons behind him will be separated automatically, and they will be inserted into the surrounding ground.

Xia Yi only wore gloves and hooked her finger at the other party.

"Come on, I'll fight you!"
Chapter completed!