In two minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds, about thirty breaths, but in such a short time, Charles, including some people with fighting experience, could see that the tall man was tired.

Fighting is a very special sport. Some people can run for dozens of minutes without being tired, but if they are asked to punch, especially in real battles, they often start to breathe in one or two minutes, because every attack during the fighting is explosive power, not the kind of physical energy consumption that can be burned step by step. If you hit it with one punch, you must use force and burst.

Every explosion brings a rapid physical decline. Even the top fighters dare not say that they can survive a high-intensity battle with at least ten minutes of continuous battles. They must take a break every once in a while, control their physical strength, and then find opportunities to launch an attack to control their physical fitness.

Of course, extraordinary people don't count.

As for ordinary people, two minutes have almost reached the limit, not to mention that the tall man is wearing plate armor, holding a heavy axe and a mandarin shield. It seems that he has been pressing against the slave boy, but in fact his physical fitness has already been problematic, his speed and explosive power have problems. It is even possible that because of his constant waving of the heavy axe, his muscle fibers have also begun to tear apart and a large amount of lactic acid is produced. That is a good thing!

The tall man behind the mask was gasping for breath. The small holes in the mask could not ventilate well, which made the heat he exhaled gather in his helmet. His face was covered with sweat, and his rapid and high-intensity breathing made his lungs hot. He lifted the mask, and the cold air outside made him feel much more comfortable the moment he came in.

He looked at the slave boys who hid and never fought head-on with him, greeted the other party with the dirtiest words he had ever come into contact with in his life, and pressed him again. But the slave boy just didn't fight him head-on, and his thin body could easily avoid his slower and slower attacks.

This was not a wonderful game. The audience did not see the arrival of blood and death in the shortest time, nor did they get their bonus. They saw a fool playing with a little mouse on the ring. Soon people began to get anxious. They kept urging the tall man to kill the little mouse quickly or curse his stupidity.

This also angered the tall man. He was too tired. When he put on this set of plate armor before, he only felt that he was very mighty and majestic, but now he could feel that each piece of steel brings himself not only safety, but also a heavy burden.

A lot of physical energy left his body with the help of these steel plates. He walked to the edge of the cage and slapped the cage, which attracted the host's idea, "Open the cage, I don't want to play anymore, let me out."

He was too tired. Now he just wanted to find a place to lie down and find two girls to relax his muscles for him. He didn't want to continue.

The host kept shook his head, "Didn't you hear what I said at the beginning?" The words between them were also conveyed through the microphone. The host pointed the microphone at the audience, and the audience immediately stomped on the floor and roared, "One can only live..."

At this moment, the tall man suddenly shouted "ah", turned around and slashed an axe, and then his body lost balance and fell to the ground. Just as he and the host made his request, the slave boy sneaked behind him, and then stabbed the tip of the sword into the bend of his legs.

The plate armor that runs together will not be integrated with the entire steel plate. It is composed of multiple steel plates and various hinge structures. However, some places are not suitable for using hinges, such as under the crotch or at the bends of legs. If you use hinges in these places, people will restrict people's movements and will not become a direct attack surface for battle and enemies, so some tough fabrics will be used.

No matter how tough the fabric is, it is not comparable to metal. When the sword tip pierces into it, the damage caused will not be lighter than a straight cut.

The slave boy stood far away, looking at the guy with a firm and calm face. He had been wandering around for two or three minutes. Except for being a little nervous every time he avoided the attack, this amount of activity made him feel less qualified to have a confusing breathing frequency.

He shook his sword, and a wisp of blood was applied to the ground with a whirlwind. He stared at the tall man who was holding his legs and showing a look of pain, with a hint of wildness in his eyes.

No one is born a slave and willing to be a slave. If life is not so oppressed, he should now enjoy his youth. But here, in a cage, fighting with others, is a twisted life, and twenty years of suppressed anger was ignited at this moment.

He began to take the initiative to spin around the tall man, and if he found an opportunity, he would poke him up and chop him with a sword. He might not have wanted to kill the tall man easily in this way. He just wanted to make the other party have no time to rest.

The two of them tangled for several minutes, and the tall man finally exhausted his last little energy. After he waved the axe at one time, he could no longer raise the weapon in his hand.

The slave boy was still very careful about spinning around him, and even took away the axe from his hand. Until this moment, the angry audience and the gambler began to roar with cruel demands such as "kill him", but this time they did not ask the tall man to kill the slave boy, but let the slave boy kill the tall man.

Perhaps because of fear of death, the tall man struggled for another minute. The accumulated energy had been exhausted again, and the slave boy stopped wandering and walked directly to him and stepped on his helmet.

He begged loudly, saying that he talked about his family, his children, and his parents, saying that he talked about his own property, his workers, and everything he thought he could "add points" to himself, but he did not understand that life is priceless, and if he could understand this, he would not have appeared here.

All the audience stood up, they gave thumbs up and went down, and the entire eighth floor was filled with the sound of "killing him". Faced with the request of so many audiences, the slave boy pointed the tip of the sword at the gap between the helmet and the breastplate, about two fingers wide, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, clenched the fist in the other hand and raised it high, and then smashed it down hard.

The tall man with a red nose and a red face cried loudly and begged, but could not stop the ending sword. His neck was shaking, his body trembled violently for a few times, and a large amount of blood overflowed from his mouth. He might never have dreamed that he wanted to kill a slave to find his face, but it became the most wrong thing he had done in his life.

People roared, roared, cursed angrily, and a large number of torn gambling tickets were thrown into the air like snowflakes, and slowly fell. They started to leave the game, and there was no way to play it.

Charles and Alfred also stood up, and they clapped. Charles' bets instantly increased their assets by more than ten times. This is one of the charms of gambling, which is enough to make people ascend to heaven in an instant.

The slave boy was brought to Shire by the host himself. The host's face was full of joy, and tens of millions of bets were wasted, but for the staff, this was a great achievement.

He bowed to Charles, "Mr. Shaya, are you going to buy his ownership?" The slave boy behind him also raised his chest.

If it was a girl, Charles would not mind continuing to develop his style, but a male sir is still a male sir in his twenties...

"How much does it cost to let him be free?" He said something neither of them could believe.

The host quickly reacted and his brain spun quickly, "Sixty gold coins, Mr. Xia, he won a gladiatorial game, so his price will increase significantly!"

Shire nodded, "Is there any problem if you deduct these from my chips and give him freedom?"

The host shook his head and bent down, "Your will, sir!"

Shire patted his shoulder and walked past him. After he left, the host looked back at the slave boy and shook his head without objection, "You met a kind-hearted person who is willing to give you freedom, but sometimes freedom is not an antidote for you, but poison!"

"I'll give you a suggestion, and after freedom, you will sell yourself back to the Sky Tower, as a free slave, at least you can live for a longer time!"

The slaves' freedom seemed like a perfect solution, but it was not, the slave boy was not a local slave. Most of the slaves came from abroad. They had no relatives, no families, and no place to accept them here.

Once they lose their status as slaves, they will start to fight for their survival. Eating, accommodation, and some necessary risk prevention deposits will become their biggest source of problems. The slave boy is not a girl. He only needs a place to lie down. He can do what he can do, and he does not have much salary.

What he could not do, other slaves could still do. In this city, without technology, he could not compete with other slaves. He would either starve to death or commit crimes and be arrested and castrated into consumables.

The host is right, gain freedom, and then sign a contract as a free man to become a new slave, a slave with some autonomy. He won a game and will be valued. If there are professionals to train him, his experience will also become part of the beginning of the legend. He can achieve success for a considerable period of time, and then leave here or let the legend end. This is much better than freedom. Of course, he needs to put in a lot of effort.

For some people, freedom is everything to them. They can fight, bleed and sacrifice to regain their freedom. But for others, freedom will not bring them any benefits, but will kill them.

For example, the slaves of Belley.

For example, the animals on the lawn of the Earl's Mansion.
Chapter completed!