The Arena

Looking up at the sky, the towering chimney blocks the scorching sun, and the uneven floors are orange-red.

  As the sun went down, it was time for the children to return home.

  "Fortunately, my surname is Ning, and my daughter-in-law is very fierce, and no one dares to provoke it."

Ning Xiaotian looked towards the north, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

  "Let's have a meal first, then go to the arena to fight and vent the fire."

  Thinking of this, he walked quickly.

  Half an hour later, Ning Xiaotian came to the arena not far from the arena and looked up. Although he claimed to be well-informed, he was still a little shocked.

The arena was round as a whole, and the towering and heavy walls were 100 meters high. Kind of like the Colosseum in a previous life.

But what is terrifying is that more than ten meters below its top, there are cones about ten meters long, standing upward at a forty-five-degree angle.

  Under the setting sun, there was a cold glow of blood.

  "This is basically a prison!"

Ning Xiaotian frowned slightly, and walked inward.

Two burly guards in armor stood upright with spears, and did not make any obstacles.

  Entering it, there is an empty hall with a huge stone pillar about three meters in diameter standing in the center, surrounded by a circular counter, about 1.5 meters high, with several enchanting beauties sitting behind them, People chatting.

  Near the wall, there are benches neatly arranged in a circle.

There are many armored soldiers sitting on them.

There are men and women, but most of them are men. There are also a variety of weapons.

  Compared to these people, Ning Xiaotian, who was wearing a corset robe, was a little different. A few people looked over, but only glanced at it, and stopped paying attention.

He was not tall .

At 1.75 meters, he didn't wear any armor.

Although he was wearing a mask, he could still see his handsome features, no developed muscles, and he was so thin that he didn't look like a warrior at all.

  "It's really a bunch of iron lumps, a lot of people over two meters tall.

The rule is that you can't use soul power. From this point of view, the gladiators in the arena should also be equipped with armor and weapons. Otherwise, those who win the arena will lose their moisture. It 's a bit serious."

  In a battle of the same level, there is still a big difference between wearing armor and not wearing it at all.

  Looking back, Ning Xiaotian went straight to the counter, tapped the counter with his fingertips, and said,

"I'm here to sign up for the gladiatorial competition, please introduce the rules here."

  His voice was not loud, but in this closed hall But it was clearly identifiable, and everyone looked at it.

  "This kid is a foreigner, right? He has thin arms and thin legs, and he doesn't bring any weapons or armor. He even came to the gladiatorial competition. He's just courting death."

The income of a gold soul coin."

  Thinking of this, he stood up, and many people around stood up one after another.

  In the arena, there are not only battles between contestants and gladiators, but also matches between contestants and contestants.

After all, the number of gladiators in each arena is limited, and it is impossible to arrange frequent fights with others.

  "This warrior, are you sure?"

Behind the counter, the beauty was choppy and surprised.

  "Sure!"

Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly, and said indifferently,

"It's better to arrange a soul master opponent for me."

  With his current strength, in his eyes, ordinary people without soul power don't really make any difference whether they wear armor or not. ,

The gap in physical quality is too great, and wearing armor is only a few hundred pounds at most, and he can play as a ball.

  "Are you a soul master?"

Meiren was taken aback. Not many are willing to come to the arena to participate in the competition.

Although this winning streak can bring great wealth and military honor, in the face of death, many soul masters still choose retreat.

  Unless you are really confident.

  "Well."

Ning Xiaotian nodded.

  "It turned out to be a soul master"

Most of the warriors who stood up sat down.

The soul master has a soul ring booster, and the difference in physical strength cannot be made up by wearing a set of armor, unless it is a rookie, but they dare not try .

  Only for a moment, only a small number of warriors who were spirit masters were still standing on the field with bright eyes.

  It seems that Ning Xiaotian is walking with twenty gold soul coins, which is a lot of money for civilian soul masters.

  "This warrior, if you participate in the gladiatorial competition, in addition to signing a life and death certificate, you must also wear a soul tool bracelet to suppress the soul power in your body. In addition, your opponent must be a soul master. I hope you know."

The beauty did not ask what level of soul master Ning Xiaotian was, because no matter how many levels, once you put on the soul tool bracelet, you would definitely not be able to use soul power.

  "Well, yes. Are there any other requirements?"

Ning Xiaotian asked.

  "There are no other requirements.

Instead, you can choose whether to choose hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat. In the case of hand-to-hand combat, both sides must be equipped with armor and weapons, just like those warriors."

She pointed to the warriors who had just sat down consciously. , and said:

"If you choose hand-to-hand combat, both sides are not allowed to wear any weapons and equipment."

  "Then I choose hand-to-hand combat."

Ning Xiaotian said without hesitation.

  His initial consideration was to use life-and-death fighting to hone his boxing skills and choose hand-to-hand combat, which would limit his performance.

Of course, when the sword is forged, it is also extremely necessary to have hand-to-hand combat with those players with a high probability of winning a hundred battles. .

  Players who can get a high win rate in hand-to-hand combat in such a place, especially those gladiators who have no choice but yearn for freedom, must have high attainments in a certain weapon, which is very suitable for tempering sword skills.

  Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, you should have gladiators here who are good at hand-to-hand combat, right?"

  "Naturally, the remaining gladiators in this arena are all experienced warriors, and naturally there is no shortage of these gladiators.

You are an expert in this area."

The beauty smiled politely and said:

"If you win a certain victory, we will naturally arrange for you a master who is good at hand-to-hand combat.

  " It is necessary to encounter veterans and even gladiators who are good at hand-to-hand combat, as the woman in front of him said, a gladiator who can survive until now must be a mid-level expert."

  "Furthermore, many of them are spirit masters, maybe even high-level spirit masters.

If ordinary people or commoner spirit masters are eliminated from each other to obtain a certain winning rate and then encounter such opponents, it is basically a near-death experience.

No wonder these people are all dressed like iron knots. "

  But even so, it's only a little guarantee."

Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly and said,

"Then arrange it for me."