Inside a certain metal gate, our barbarian gladiator, armed with a one-handed axe and a shield, looked at the fire giant surrounded by flames not far from the door, and the huge and indescribable giant beast on the opposite side. Strange creatures, I can't help but feel a little uneasy in my heart.

"Well, don't you want me to kill the two guys outside together." He turned his head and asked the acupuncture demon with a broken arm behind him.

Rao is a barbarian who is quite confident in his martial arts, but it is still unrealistic to kill two such powerful creatures in a gladiatorial fight. Especially the huge monster that looks like a mixture of insects and beasts, the barbarian suspects that the rusty logging axe in his hand is only assigned to scratch it.

"Oh, it's not." Acupuncture Demon replied, "Those two guys have nothing to do with you. What you have to face is still a brawl with about thirty people, just like the last time."

"Then why get them out?" Barrett wondered.

"It's the fight between them, which can be called the most important gladiatorial fight in the near future." The Needle Demon replied, "And you and the other guys who participated in the fight are just doing something for the fight. It's just a foreshadowing. This will effectively arouse the emotions and expectations of the audience, and it will be done in almost every important fight in the arena."

Barrett nodded suddenly, "We're like appetizers, and they're the main course?"

"According to your human eating habits, it is indeed the case." The Needle Demon walked in front of Barrett and looked out, "and pulling those two guys out to show up in advance will also add a lot to the fight. Less betting."

"Will someone bet on me?" Barbarian asked again.

"Maybe there will be." Acupuncture Demon said uncertainly, "but there will be a lot of people fighting, and the reputation of the participants is relatively low, so there will be relatively few bettors."

"Then you should put some pressure on me." Barrett moved his shoulders. "No matter what the odds are, at least you can make sure that you won't lose."

"I can't save any money." The barbed demon covered in scars sat on the ground and muttered softly, "If it weren't for the status of Mantiri's jailer, I wouldn't even have the qualifications to enter the arena to watch this gladiatorial fight. No. That would take a whole soul coin, and I only have a dozen 'blood coins' on me right now."

It took out a pair of dark red round coins with patterns like congealed fat from the pocket around his waist, and lowered his head and counted it twice, "Oh, damn, there are only eight coins, it must be my pocket before. When they were placed by the pool, a few dissolved!" It said angrily.

"This thing can still dissolve?" Barrett squatted down and picked up a blood coin from the barb demon. Although the other party was somewhat dissatisfied with the barbarian's actions, he did not make a sound to stop it.

"These blood coins are made from blood clots extracted from the blood river." Acupuncture Demon explained from the side, "so you have to stay away from water sources when using them."

"It must be not worth much." Barret threw the blood coins in his hand back to the barb demon on the ground. "If you have confidence in me, put them all on me."

"Even if you win, it's not much." The Needle Demon continued, "because in the Nine Prisons, blood coins are similar to your human's copper coins, and..." He stopped suddenly when he said this, and then stepped aside to give way to Aside, "It's time for you to play, human."

As soon as the devil's voice fell, the metal gate in front of him rose again. "The second game, ha, I don't know how many games will follow." Barrett took a deep breath and walked out.

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Not far to the left of Barrett's gate, is the fire giant that was locked in a special cage.

That guy's tall body flickered in the flames, the nearby air was violently distorted by the high temperature, and even the piece of yellow sand on the bottom of his feet had gradually turned into glass due to the long-term roasting. Even though Barrett was five or six meters away from this guy, it was still somewhat unbearable for the scorching heat on this guy.

The rest of the brawlers also filed out through the small gates around the arena. Thirty people sounded like a lot, but in the huge arena in front of them, it was not crowded at all.

These fighters seem to be more rational, and there are few people who are impulsive. Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and I didn't mean to do anything for a while.

At this moment, the resounding voice sounded again, and said in fairly standard common language, "The first person to have a kill will be directly qualified for the promotion and can leave the field immediately. Moreover, the chaos of this fight The time will not exceed ten minutes. If the brawl is not over after ten minutes, then the two cages you see will all be opened. At that time, your fate will not even be counted by me. Well, it takes a split between those two powerful creatures before the survivors can leave. I mean, if there were any survivors at that time."

damn it! Barrett was very dissatisfied with this voice. It always likes to pick things up and add some new rules and conditions without authorization to make the battle as brutal as it is in front of it.

In order to end the fight as quickly as possible, our barbarian gladiator had no choice but to pick up the logging axe and dash for the nearest fellow.

That guy is an 'Amand', a humanoid race in the main material plane that lives in the desert~lightnovelpub.net~ They are about the same height as a dwarf, with huge paws and claws. You can easily walk in the soft desert. And their body surface is also covered with a thick layer of armor like an armadillo, and they have a very good defense, at least it is more than enough to prevent Barrett's logging axe.

Horizontal cuts, vertical cuts, and diagonal cuts, the lumbering axe in Baritt's hand danced like water, but he couldn't help the Amander in front of him. The other party is just curled up tightly on the ground like an armadillo, neither attacking nor resisting, and I will stand still regardless of the wind.

But that didn't stumped our barbarian gladiator for much time. Although Barrett's IQ is not outstanding, but the experience in combat is still extremely rich. He simply thought for two breaths, then threw the axe and shield in his hand, and with his powerful strength, he easily lifted the Amand on the ground, and then threw it hard at the fire giant not far away.

The Armandians spread their limbs in the air, sliding desperately, trying to escape the range of the fire giant. But this futile move also had no effect. The guy flew in directly along the gap between the cage's fences, and slammed into the flames surrounding the body of the fire giant, making an extremely shrill scream.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became a lot warmer because of this, and many devils even stood up and wanted to see it for real.

The Akkadians haven't died yet, and the desert heat seems to have given it decent resistance. Although this guy fell to the ground as black as coke, he was still alive. It moved desperately on the ground, trying to climb out of the gap in the cage, but was stepped on by the fire giant in the cage.

Hoping that there would be enough time, Barrett picked up the axe again and went to look for the next target.

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