"Tarro. Madara!"

Finally, with the host yelling, the protagonist of the Order Arena appeared. His appearance was undoubtedly the climax of the entire competition. The people began to cheer, and shouts like a tide resounded throughout the arena.

Only then did Rhode understand why Aubrey was so passionate about this sport. The cheers made by thousands of spectators shouted like thunder, which could stimulate your most sensitive and primitive nerves and make your blood boil, as if the next second was like being on the battlefield of passionate blood and fighting against your opponent. The competitive spirit rooted in the hearts of the people in the north is affecting them all the time.

Even the witch Caroline, who has always been gentle and elegant, showed extraordinary excitement. Her eyes were glowing, as if she was about to integrate into the atmosphere here... Alas, it seems that she is indeed here to take risks... Seeing this scene, Rhode only sighed silently in his heart. At the same time, the longer he had been in contact with Caroline, the more Rhode felt that this guy was a childish little girl. Although she was twelve years older than her daughter, from a certain extent, she was not much more mature than Dennis... Maybe Dennis, who had grown up in a few years, would be even more mature than her...

"What a kid I can't grow up."

Rhode couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

"What?"

But Caroline caught him right away.

"Oh, nothing, I mean Alves..."

Rhode explained. Then he signaled Caroline to look at Alves. The dwarf was also dancing with an excited look on his face. Caroline smiled and continued to join the national carnival.

Maotou raised his weapon in the center of the venue and roared at the audience. The roar was like the roar of a wild beast, stimulating the residents of the Iron Ring City who came to watch the game. His emotions were once again detonated.

It was not until the host signaled the audience to be quiet again that everyone's cheers gradually stopped.

"Brothers and sisters, the most exciting moment has finally come. Next, we will witness the great legendary Taro. Maotou game. Taro is a legend in the Iron Ring City. In fifteen years, no gladiator can defeat him. Taro. Maotou is a living legend, and this legend will continue. Let's start a bloodthirsty journey to welcome the first real gladiator. Challenger - Baron Kano."

The host standing in the center of the rostrum announced loudly.

Then, the iron gate of the arena was slowly opened. A fully armed human gladiator slowly walked into the arena. According to human standards, the challenger named Baron was already burly and strong, about 1.8 meters tall. He held an oak shield and a dagger, wore a thick full-body armor, a huge iron helmet on his head, and his cheeks were intertwined like a hornet's nest. It can be said that he was armed from the beginning to the feet.

The challenger dressed so thickly did not arouse the audience's disgust. On the contrary, the civilians were very satisfied with such outfits. Because if it weren't for such thick equipment, it would be difficult for any human challenger to withstand the three attacks of the savage's hair head. Just imagine how boring it would be to kill an opponent in three moves. It would be like a pure massacre, not a competition.

Therefore, the challenger's appearance did not cause much response.

Compared with the fully armed human challenger, the savage hair head seemed lightly worn. He was wearing only a simple hard leather armor, with huge steel shoulder pads on both shoulders. Between the two straps, there was a thin heart guard glass, with almost no protective equipment on the lower body, revealing the thick leg hair. The only distinctive thing was his helmet, which was a huge cow horn helmet. The sharp steel horns extended from both sides of the helmet, like bull's horns, and the shape was terrifying. This reminded people of the Chaos Warrior in historical legends. Although no one born in this era has ever seen a Chaos Warrior.

"Now, the game begins!"

With the host's order, the two gladiators began to fight.

Rhodes noticed that although the human challenger was well-equipped and burly, he still seemed inconvenient in front of the legendary fighter Taylor, who was nearly two meters tall and strong. At least at the beginning, Maotou completely suppressed the opponent in terms of momentum.

He almost didn't move, carrying an axe, with a look of contempt. He waited until the other party rushed up and took a stumble, knocking the aggressive challenger to the ground.

The whole audience heard a unanimous "boo" sound. For the audience of Iron City who were looking forward to seeing a challenging game, such a game that was crushed at the beginning was of no interest. Some even shouted after seeing this scene and asked Maotou to quickly execute the opponent and start the next game. Such an opponent is not worth a fight.

However, the human gladiator who has been pushed to the forefront of the blade has no possibility of retreating. Today, if he does not kill the Maotou, he will never raise his head when he returns. Honor is crucial to the gladiator, even exceeding their lives. Lost honor is better than death.

Amid the audience's sighs, the human gladiator who fell to the ground rose up again and charged again against the arena champion Taro. However, this time, without surprise, he was knocked down again. The moment the opponent rushed to the front, the savage swung his axe, and a whirlwind slashed the Gladiator straight down the plate. Before the opponent's short sword could stab, the sharp battle axe chopped over his calf.

Suddenly, a bloody and broken leg appeared in the sand pool of the arena. The challenger fell to the ground and let out a heart-wrenching scream, and blood stained his lower body red. However, the audience made a carnival.

"Execution! Execution!"

The audience echoed the deafening shouts of the people. It was worship of the strong and contempt for the weak. Even Aubrey, the lord of the Iron Ring City on the rostrum, showed a satisfied smile. The beast won again, and he needed more blood and raw meat...

Aubrey clasped his fist, pointed his thumb down, and made a gesture of execution.

Immediately, the hairy head stepped on the challenger's chest, held the axe in one hand, and cut off the gladiator's neck with an axe. The bloody head rolled quietly to the side. The audience burst into more fanatical cheers.

"Hairy!Hairy!"

They screamed and were intoxicated by this feast of blood.

Soon, the executed human gladiator was dragged off the field. Instead, the next challenger, a manic greenskin.
Chapter completed!