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Seeing Vero and Spartacus eating so seriously, it seemed as if they were sitting in the lobby of a noble villa filled with aroma and comfortable seating, quietly enjoying delicious oysters and fresh fish (the Romans loved all aphrodisiacs),

Instead of eating rancid bread and stinky beef stained with excrement in this stinking pit with waist-high feces and urine.

Then, Spartacus began to close his eyes and meditate, while Vero simply sat in the manure pit and stretched out comfortably, as if they were in the Otavango Delta in Africa, under the shade of a big tree on a summer afternoon.

The lazy male lion had eaten its fill of fresh meat, opened its mouth wide and was ready to take a nap.

"Oh my god, these two eldest brothers have good appetites and big hearts." Xiaopang felt ashamed.

Kirk thought for a while, took out a bottle of water from the space mark, and threw it to Vero. The two brothers tasted strong enough, but they couldn't drink urine. Fortunately, the little fat one got hungry very quickly due to his talent [Abnormal Metabolism]

, all those good food and drinks, his space imprint is full, and it also takes up his own place.

Willow took the water, glanced at Kirk in surprise, then opened the bottle, took a sip, and threw it to Spartacus. Spartacus rarely opened his eyes, took a sip, and put it aside.

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After that, there was no intersection between the two sides. It wasn't until night that someone came over and threw down a rope to let them all come up.

"I want you to start training immediately and make up for the lessons that were delayed due to your stupidity!" Doct, the black instructor, grinned and roared, cracking a black and shiny whip.

As for Kirk and Xiaopang, they were completely ignored by him. In his eyes, the two gladiator training materials were not even qualified to talk to him. Can you talk to a sandbag?

Fortunately, slaves soon took them away. Before leaving, Kirk looked back and saw Olmos whipping Vero and Spartacus for training. The two men were fighting with long wooden swords for training.

A ball.

Little Fatty Kirk was taken to a "pen". You heard it right, it was a place like a cattle pen fenced with logs. Moreover, there were about 20 contractors inside!

This time "Spartacus" is [Arena Mode]. There are many contractors transported in space. This time it is killing mode, and there are reward bonuses. When two people were pushed in, many contractors were unable to use it.

They looked at these two unlucky guys with good intentions. The two unlucky guys were like drowned rats, covered in feces and urine, and the stench was overwhelming. Some of the female contractors frowned and hid as far away as possible.

There are also contractors who are looking at the two of them with envy, jealousy and hatred. Contractors have come and gone through thick and thin, what kind of miserable things have they never encountered? If you can have close contact with the protagonist of the plot for one day, don't throw it into the cesspit, just eat it.

There are people who do shit! As long as it’s beneficial.

Kirk and Fatty found a place where no one was and sat down. The two knew that this was an extraordinary period and did not dare to be careless, so they took turns staying on duty at night. Fatty fell asleep first, and Kirk stayed up for the first half of the night. The shift changed in the second half of the night.

At night, the moon rises, and a large fish oil bonfire is lit in the camp. From the training ground of the camp, the miserable groans of Spartacus and Vero can be heard all the time. Both men are as tough as lions, with strong will.

To be able to make such a sound, just think about it and know how much pain they suffered.

Kirk was thinking. There were no contractors around him who were awake now, and snoring was coming and going. But only he knew how many people actually fell asleep.

The situation is very bad. The purpose of the space is like the masterpieces that Edison took of Sister Cecilia. Chi Guoguo can't wait to have it written on his face.

Kill!

Not only does it make it clear that killing will not be punished, but it also provides a 20% reward bonus based on the original rewards. What makes the contractor even more tempted is that it is arranged that [valuables] [soul crystals] will inevitably drop!

For a piece of [Soul Crystal] (broken) on the Space Taobao in Las Vegas, the buyer’s bid has never been lower than 10,000 survival points, but there is always a price but no market! It turns out that he specifically asked the person in the upgrade hall

Little beauty Yuqing, this soul crystal is necessary for contractors to upgrade their skills to level 6 or above. Since they are contractors, they have encountered level 5 bottlenecks. Kirk himself has five skills that have reached level 5 bottlenecks. This thing is in demand.

Big, as you can imagine.

Finally, when summarizing the plot, additional plot rewards must be calculated based on the amount of [Soul Crystals] collected! This really pours a bucket of oil on the fire!

In this plot world, all contractors exist as slaves and are locked up in a training camp. They have no chance to go out to MF, and no time to do branch tasks and hidden tasks. All profits must be obtained by killing each other. Taking risks in the plot world can only be achieved in 7 days.

When you come in once, time is the opportunity cost. If you waste this opportunity and do not reap the benefits, then you will be a world behind. Next time you fight with the enemy, you may be just a little behind, and you will die in their hands.

It becomes a cold bloody key! A small gap can mean the difference between life and death.

Can you kill gladiators? Don't be stupid. First, these gladiators obviously rely on their killing skills to make a living. The contractors are their human sandbags who practice killing, so they are not easy to mess with. Second, gladiators are slaves and paupers. They

If you had money, you would have redeemed yourself long ago. How could you spend the whole day squatting in a cesspit? If you were to rob and kill slaves, you would still be the kind of person who would risk your life, especially not afraid of death, and especially good at fighting. Can you afford to get hurt?

Kirk sneered coldly, I am afraid that the contractors are all thinking about how to turn other people's blood-red keys into the space mark, and how to take the soul crystal as their own.

Until dawn, there was no conversation all night. Everyone was on guard against each other, and no one talked or made friends. As for whether there was any conspiracy or clique in private, only those involved knew.

"Raw materials! Get up!" A big man roared and whipped at the huddled contractors. His name was Barka, a big man with a cruel personality, a skilled gladiator, and also the bodyguard of Batikos.

To play the role of a killer, he is responsible for managing these "raw materials".

"Don't think about escaping. Yesterday someone verified the consequences of escaping. I assure you that they were thrown into the cesspool absolutely because of the luck of Jupiter! I talked to Batiatus last night and he agreed with me.

, zero tolerance for escape. If anyone escapes, our rookie gladiators who need human lives on their hands will have work to do. Maybe they have been impatient for a long time." Bakar shouted loudly.

"Bakar is right!" A lazy voice sounded from behind, it was Batiatas. He said every word very gloomily: "Wow, look at you. I spent a whole 100 gold coins.

You bought them from the slave market, which caused a serious economic crisis in the training camp. The price even exceeded the price I paid for [God of War] Kress at the time! You all belong to my personal wealth. According to the great Roman law, you can escape if you want.

You must pay the price! Bakar! Punish those two slaves from yesterday in public!"

Kirk and Xiaopang were quickly pulled out of the "cattle pen" by the accompanying slaves and tied to the fallen wooden stakes. Bakar raised his whip with a grin!

"Bang!" Xiaopang started to scream at the first blow. His physical strength has now reached 10 points, and his health points have reached 140 points, but he can't even withstand one hit.

Kirk couldn't help shouting. This whip was very vicious. It was made of dozens of fine strands of fine cowhide. It was soaked in olive oil for ten days, exposed to the sun, soaked for another ten days, and repeated ten times.

The toughness of the cowhide and the moisture of the olive oil are completely integrated, and then the tip of the whip is wrapped with a lead-containing metal iron sheet! As soon as the whip is pulled down, first there is a sense of adsorption, as if there are locusts trying to burrow into the skin, and then there is

There was a hot and painful clawing with the metal head. With a flick of the torturer's wrist, a piece of skin was scraped away, leaving only bloody skin tissue and flesh. The lead-containing whip tip has a slight toxin, which will prevent the wound.

Heals and leaves a deep mark.

After receiving 20 lashes, the two men were both dying. Kirk looked up with difficulty, and actually saw the eyes of the contractors. Hidden under the expressions of laughter, ridicule, indifference, and indifference, there was a kind of

A deep and bone-chilling greedy peek! It was as if a group of Arctic wolves were drooling and staring at two moose with injured hind legs!

You were injured during the whipping, right? Very good, I will find an opportunity to send you to heaven, and your bloody key master will accept it!

Kirk lowered his head, and blood fell from his forehead to the ground drop by drop. The ground was covered with yellow sand. The breath of the Mediterranean sea breeze blew from a distance, and the scorching sun shone on the head wound. Everything was so hot.

It’s so hot that people can’t breathe...

The bright red blood dripped onto the sand, and was absorbed by the sand within a second, just like the life of a gladiator lost in the Colosseum...

It turns out this is blood and sand...

Morrie's face was roaring in front of him, unheard, but Kirk knew what he was talking about!

Kirk's eyes were red, and blood seeped out from the corners of his eyes. His eyes were like a lone wolf forced into a corner, fierce and violent!

If you want my life, you have to pay for it!

Kirk and Xiaopang were thrown to the ground. Batitas said loudly: "You two are always so lucky. In order to protect my wealth, you don't need to participate in today's training! We will train normally tomorrow!" Then he

He said coldly to the black coach Doc: "Let's start working!"

The little fat guy was beaten to pieces, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. He came from a good family and was pampered, so how could he have suffered such a big crime? He was screaming and mumbling, which roughly meant that he wanted to kill that Batiatus.

and Bakar.

Kirk is calmer than ever. Here, the biggest enemy is not the gladiators, not even Batiatas, because they are private wealth, and Batiatas will not let them die easily. But the contractors are different

, they have enough reasons to covet their own and Xiaopang’s lives!

Thinking of the last sentence of the space prompt: "Watch your back", Kirk's fists clenched tightly.