Chapitre 193: The 36-game winning streak The
old man slowly walked to the window and continued to look down.
Inside the arena, the body of the giant man was dragged away, and a new gladiator entered the arena.
It was a man who was less than 1.8 meters tall.
He was wearing a streamlined metal light armor that covered his shoulders, chest, forearms and calves.
The nose is also covered.
He walked lightly, and while walking, three slender claws slowly extended from the gauntlets on both sides of his arms.
Even the tips of the ten fingers are sharp blades of barbs, shimmering coldly in the light.
"Agile attack type! Light armor's defense is not high."
Ning Xiaotian smelled the murderous aura, opened his eyes, and made a quick judgment.
The man approached slowly, and three meters away, the two looked at each other.
In the stands, the shouting like waves came to an abrupt end.
And the beautiful host who had finished explaining her eyes briefly stayed on the two of them, and then she lightly pressed the organ with her delicate hands.
The piercing bell rang out.
"Huh!"
The man quickly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, pale yellow dust rolled up on the ground.
"Qiang!"
Ning Xiaotian was faster, tapped his toes, his body turned into a phantom, and he picked up the long sword embedded in the ground.
Like a shadow, launch.
"It's so fast!"
There was only a shady scene coming from an oblique slash, and the man's heart shook violently.
He could feel the extremely fast and domineering power on the blade, and the preemptive decision based on speed was like a shattered fairy tale.
The handover time is too short, and there is no opportunity to dodge.
Dodging means giving up the attack and exposing the back to the opponent.
Even if he pressed his body down to dodge, his body's center of gravity would be out of balance for a short period of time, and it was impossible to dodge the tricky angle of this sword.
The sword has long claws and short claws, and it cannot hurt the opponent first.
This sword can only be blocked!
The thoughts passed in a flash, and the man responded immediately, crossing his arms,
"I have claw blades embedded in my gauntlets, and the defense is not low.
With the light armor on my chest, it is enough to withstand most damage, as long as I adjust my body a little bit.
You can also use the strength of this sword to get away."
He wanted to lightly padded his toes, and the sharp blade had already reached.
"Pfft!"
There was no murmur of gold and stones.
"Clap."
The sound of a hard object hitting the ground.
"What a sharp sword!"
Unbelievable, the man's eyes widened, looking at the arms in front of him, the pupils were bright red, mixed with white lines, "Gulu" Adam's apple rolled, blood gushing from the flesh and blood out, flowing from the chest.
"This is also a relief."
With a murmur, the man looked down at his chest, blood was pouring out, and his life flowed quickly.
The heavy feeling of exhaustion quickly covered up the severe pain.
He wanted to turn his head, but he couldn't squeeze any strength.
The scarlet spread under itself, turning into two small pools.
"Wow!"
The cheers from outside the field suddenly erupted,
there was no sigh of pity,
only uncontrollable fanaticism.
"The next game."
Ning Xiaotian was unmoved, and did not turn around, just looked up at the host.
"Yes yes."
Amidst the unstoppable cheers,
the enchanting woman hurriedly responded,
and her snow-white head was sweating.
"Where did this monster come from?"
On the roof, the old man whispered, clenching his fists tightly,
"There aren't many high-level Soul King gladiators in this arena, and it can only support up to 38 games. ,
if this young man keeps killing like this"
"I'm afraid it will be my turn!"
Thinking of this, his heart trembled for no reason.
According to the regulations,
if the contestants continue to challenge,
they will not wait for the gladiators dispatched by the imperial capital to come,
and the arena master who is the peak of the soul emperor will be the last barrier.
This rule was set after Tang Hao completed the record of 39 wins. .
For nearly thirty years, no one has broken it.
"That's Tang Hao!
Who can break the record he left behind?"
The old man shook his head and sighed at himself,
"I didn't expect people to be old, but they became timid." ,
he may have to make amends with death, and if he loses, he will die even more.
In the arena, only one person has always been able to walk out alive.
Now that he is full of children and grandchildren,
he is worried, and he really does not want to encounter that kind of situation.
But for the honor of the empire, it is obligatory.
"If you can really be such a monster, this old man's life is worth it." Looking at the two people below, who stood facing each other, the old man's heart became hot again,
"Be loyal to the country and die in battle, how can it compare to this?
It's good to be old and die in the city, so it's a good example for the younger generation."
"And it's still under the watchful eyes of nearly 60,000 viewers."
He slowly looked down for a week, and he smiled,
"When my grandson grows up, he should be I'm proud."
Outside the
window, thousands of people stood up, and even more crazy cheers rose into the sky, covering everything.
At this time, there was only one person standing on the arena.
"Next game."
Ning Xiaotian raised his head again.
"Yes!"
The woman clenched the microphone tightly, looking humble.
Half an hour later, the man raised his head again, the corner of his mouth opened slightly,
"The next game."
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"The next game. The next game. The next game."
There was only fear in his eyes. Raising the dust, she couldn't help but tighten her body, and a cold voice came,
"Today is here."
This voice was like the sound of nature, making her pale face flush with blood.
"Finally gone."
Looking at the dark back that gradually moved away,
the woman's tense body finally softened.
Looking around, the silence was terrifying, she cleared her mind, opened her red lips, and loudly announced the end of the battle.
But there was no response, and everyone's eyes just moved with the man's figure until he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
"Gulu."
Someone finally turned his head,
his Adam's apple surging, and there was a palpitation in his pupils that had not yet dissipated.
"The 36-game winning streak is too strong!"
The companion next to him patted his chest, leaning close to his companion,
with his elbows on the pestle, his face flushed.
At this time, the voices in the stands were already noisy, and gradually became high.
If you didn't talk close to him, it would be difficult to hear them clearly.
"Yeah." The man next door nodded, and immediately asked,
"Which sect do you think he came from as a Golden Warrior?"
To say that such a fierce person is not a spirit master from a big family,
he would definitely not believe it.
"Haotian Sect?"
The companion replied in a low voice.
"Are you blind?
The Golden Warrior is clearly using a sword!"
The man turned his head and gave him a white look.
"Who said that a person born in the Clear Sky School must use a hammer?
Martial spirit and spirit power cannot be used in the arena.
Maybe others think it is convenient to use a sword?
Besides, the Golden Warrior is so young, which soul do you think has a sword and martial spirit?
At this age, a master can smash a heavy-armed gladiator of several hundred kilograms into the air? Only a soul master with the Clear Sky Hammer has such strength."
His companion was not angry, he touched his chin and lightly nodded his head, with a very determined tone. .
"It seems to be quite reasonable. It is also reasonable for a hammer player to use a heavy sword." The companion nodded slightly.
"You farts!"
A loud shout suddenly came from the side, and the tone was excited,
"I just use swords, and sword skills are difficult to master. People from the Clear Sky School can hone their sword skills to this level at this age, I will call you directly. Dad."
As soon as the voice fell, another clear voice came from the side,
"I think so."
Small groups gathered in the stands and began to discuss vigorously,
and they were not in a hurry to leave.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone