Thatcher could foresee that the arena would welcome a new star in the arena!
Originally, I just came to see how the Elephant Human Race was doing in my free time, but I didn't expect to find a Human Race that knew a new style of play.
Yes, a new style of gladiator fighting!
This style of fighting only relies on the power of fists and kicks, but it has the ability to use small things to make big things happen!
With the weak body of that human race, he can move the elephant race, but what if he is given a star-level powerhouse? Wouldn't he be able to face the legend?
Of course, Thatcher also knew that this kind of thing was unrealistic, but she was still surprised.
It wasn't just her, there were only a dozen or so people in the novice arena, but now all of them stood up at once.
But Artest, the Elephant Man below, fell unconscious from the last uppercut he gave himself.
"It seems that Artest, who came to participate in the gladiatorial battle to complete his coming-of-age ceremony, has declared failure at the first stop, but our newcomer has an incredible gladiator, and he is - Sparta!"
The host's voice sounded, and more than a dozen audience members stood up and applauded.
Sparta!
Sparta defeated the underage Elephants of the Elephant tribe!
At this time, the victorious Spartan was extremely calm and just walked out.
Thatcher quickly chased him out.
She was wearing a hip-hugging long skirt that is currently popular. The black lace skirt tightly wrapped her body, and she looked extremely enchanting when she trotted.
However, the dozen or so spectators had no time to pay attention to Thatcher, but paid close attention to the human gladiator named "Spartan" just now.
They also have to fight for this kind of potential stock!
…
However, in the end they failed.
Even the fastest runner never saw Sparta.
Because the Spartan seemed to be a professional, he started the second game without rest at all.
So they went to the next arena without stopping, including Thatcher.
The matching rules of the Arena are that people with similar or identical winning streaks will compete against each other, and those with similar or identical winning rates will compete against each other.
Therefore, it doesn’t matter if there are many people who win the first game, and those who win three games in a row are considered lucky, but it is very difficult to win five or more games in a row.
And these viewers, including Thatcher, all believe that Sparta has the potential to win ten consecutive games, if not today, then one day in the future!
This is only the second game. When these audiences encounter this opportunity, of course they have to witness it from the beginning. This is one of the reasons why they come to the new game!
The thirty or so spectators who were originally present immediately understood what was happening when they saw the other people rushing in, so they all looked down the field.
"Mrs. Thatcher, are you looking for a new valet again?"
Just as Mrs. Thatcher came over, a girl in a pink skirt stood up hugging two muscular men.
This girl was charming and had a thick tail behind her butt, which was covered with pink silk. There was a servant behind her who gently lifted her tail.
"Queen of Pink Street? Haha, Sturt tastes good, right? I forgot to tell you last time that although he is a minotaur, the beginning is the end." Thatcher's original trotting posture changed, and he became more confident.
The noble and reserved temperament is revealed.
Before her Viscount husband died, she was one of the legitimate Viscountesses...
Naturally, he has the arrogance of a noble.
"Stuart?" The woman known as the Queen of Pink Street narrowed her eyes. This name represented the majestic minotaur she snatched from Thatcher.
It's a pity that the tauren is a chick that sprays water when touched, so he can't be used for much.
"That's a coincidence, Stewart's cow tongue is thick and long." The Queen of Pink Street chuckled.
"Oh? Haha, you dragon people are said to have scales there, right? He's not afraid of scratches? Haha..." Mrs. Thatcher smiled slightly and continued to fight back.
While the two were confronting each other, the two gladiators below also entered the arena.
One is none other than the human gladiator "Sparta" just now.
The other one is a male enchantress.
I saw that the male enchantress had a strong figure and the muscles in her upper body were sharp and angular, but her skin was fair, smooth and very elastic.
"It seems that this enchantress is your new crush... Tsk, tsk, I haven't tasted the taste of an enchantress a few times."
The Queen of Pink Street looked at the beautiful enchantress below, especially her body, and her eyes lit up.
"Haha." Although Thatcher felt thirsty looking at the male seductress, her attention was still focused on the "Spartan".
Sparta is her prey!
At this time, after the host announced the start, the two people below also started fighting.
Although the male enchantress had a strong figure and delicate skin, she roared and turned into a giant black wolf.
The Queen of Pink Street looked at the second half of the giant wolf, and her eyes lit up again: "Not bad."
Then she glanced at Thatcher and said, "He's mine."
Thatcher didn't bother to pay attention to her, but stared at "Sparta", looking forward to the previous scene.
really!
The giant wolf transformed by the enchantress swooped down at Sparta, but Sparta still made a weird gesture. With just a touch, a pull and a push, he pointed the giant wolf's head towards the ground.
Hit it.
Moreover, it seemed that the Spartan's face was not red and his heart was not beating. He spent almost no time and did not even take a breath, as if he had just swatted away a fly at random.
There is no big opening and closing, no punches and kicks, no punches to the flesh.
It seemed that Sparta simply touched the wild horse's mane, and the giant wolf transformed into the enchantress slept there.
Seeing this, the audience burst into exclamations of surprise.
"The lava is up there! What is that!"
"I swear, there is definitely nothing wrong with my eyes!"
"It's so powerful! This is a different kind of power!"
The audience exclaimed, but this angered the enchantress giant wolf who had just been knocked dizzy.
So he shook his head twice, then stood up from the ground, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced on him again.
"Roar!
!”
Extremely angry, he aimed his claws at Sparta's throat, as if he could tear it apart in the next moment.
It’s not that no one has ever died in the arena, it’s precisely because of death that it becomes more real.
However, the Spartan was not afraid. He looked at the giant wolf's sharp claws with calm eyes. His hands shot out in an instant and caught the giant wolf's arm. Then he twisted his waist at an extremely fast speed and threw it directly over his shoulder.
fall.
"boom!
"
The giant wolf enchantress's body was thrown to the ground, but she couldn't get up for a while.
Then, Sparta slowly exhaled a breath, which contained a special aura, and a five-color light flashed in his eyes.
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In the stands, the Queen of Pink Street naturally knew who Thatcher's target was.
But when he saw the breath in Sparta's mouth, he was shocked.