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Chapter 9 Killing

The dying Kirk and Xiaopang were tied aside to watch, while the others began a day of training.

Thanks to Batiatas, he brought all the contractors to the training ground. Otherwise, the two brothers would have been seriously injured. If they stayed with them, someone might not be able to help but kill them. But the space is very balanced, brother.

The two's escape was a plot arrangement, not their own choice. They will not be allowed to bear serious consequences, and it will be an opportunity for those with bad intentions to take advantage of them.

Kirk observed that all the contractors this time were at the official "contractor" level. That is, fire. Each of them had at least one basic attribute exceeding 10 points or one basic skill exceeding level 5.

Compared to the novices in the novice plot, there is no fuel-efficient lamp here.

At this time, Docter had divided the gladiators and contractors into dozens of groups one by one and started sparring.

After just watching for an hour, Xiaopang felt that his injuries no longer hurt. The training scene opposite was too tragic.

Gladiators use wooden swords for training, which have very weak attack power. Contractors can use space equipment to fight back. These guys can survive until now, so why not take advantage of one or two enchanted weapons?

However, those who are now beaten like grandsons and crawling all over the floor are all contractors!

The gladiators crushed the contractors without any suspense. Their attacks were extremely heavy and their skin and flesh were torn open at every turn. If they hit the same part continuously, their bones and tendons would be broken. This is because they rely on their killing skills. In the arena, the enemy will not die, but you

Just die.

Kirk observed carefully that in terms of attributes, the contractors were not at a disadvantage. For example, the bearded man who was meeting Spartacus was waving a medieval-style two-handed heavy sword in his hand, which looked very cool.

. But he was always disrupted by Spartacus's flexible footsteps, agile movements, and just right positioning. If he was not careful, he would be beaten severely. Vero also beat a bearded Arab who screamed in agony and cried.

mother.

The one left alone with Kress, the strongest man in the training camp, was a MT holding a huge buckler. The buckler was as tall as a man and larger than the big buckler of the Greek hoplites. The strength of the MT was outstanding. However,

, there is a huge gap in combat consciousness between the two sides. Kress can always skillfully break through the defense, find a gap, and insert the wooden sword fiercely.

"Brother! It's so fun!" Xiaopang finally regained his composure and watched excitedly as the contractors were beaten until their skins were bruised and swollen, and they turned into pig heads. Seeing how comfortable he looked, he wished he could move a small horse and make a drink.

A pot of fragrant tea, a parasol set up, leisurely admiring the scenery of the Mediterranean Sea in the distance, while gloating about the contractor being beaten by the gladiators.

"Don't look at them being beaten badly now." Kirk smiled: "They are all fucking pretending! These grandsons."

Xiaopang was shocked: "How could it be? Gladiators are indeed much more powerful than them."

"Yes, gladiators do have more fighting skills than contractors, but the gap is not so big. Look at that big beard."

Xiaopang paid attention to it for a while and scratched his head: "I don't see anything wrong with it. He even had a nosebleed."

"Have you noticed that he only defends and pays attention to protecting himself. When attacking, he does nothing but show off..."

Xiaopang looked at it carefully for a while and nodded.

"Do you know how many times he glanced at us? 12 times."

"Brother, what do you mean? Damn it!" Xiaopang was angry.

"Yes, contractors are most concerned with practical interests. Will training with gladiators be of any benefit to them? If they are ruthless and kill the gladiators, it will immediately attract the attention of the training camp and the contractors. Gladiators are all very talented.

They are so poor that even their weapons are white wooden swords, and nothing good can be dropped if they kill them. Only by killing the contractors can they gain anything. So they work hard and passively defend themselves to protect themselves from injury. After the training, return

In the cattle pen, find an opportunity to kill us two brothers!" Kirk said bitterly.

The fat man raised his eyebrows: "Brother, even if we are meat, we still have three hard bones. Let's see if their teeth will break if they eat it!"

Kirk nodded: "Speed ​​up your recovery. How is your injury?"

"I have a 75% blood regeneration speed bonus. It doesn't matter now. What about you, brother?"

"I have just recovered from serious injuries, so I am about 50% recovered. After training, I think it should be about the same. After all, escape is a plot arranged by space, and space must be given a basic balance." Kirk analyzed.

"Brother! Woman!" Xiaopang yelled, causing the wound on his mouth to open, and he grinned and whined.

Kirk was speechless for a while. This fat man refused to change his ways. He was beaten into a pig-headed shape and he didn't forget to watch the woman in the plot. But when he took a look at it, he saw that she was really a woman.

A beautiful female contractor!

A woman wearing a robe. The thin white silk robe highlighted her curvy and exquisite figure. Her height of about 172cm made her appear slender and tall. Her face was blocked by the silk robe hood and could not be seen clearly, but from the arc of her chin

, with her fair breasts and body curves, she is definitely a beauty.

The gladiator opposite her is the most lustful "cripple" Ashur in the camp. This cripple has obviously lost the qualification to compete. Now he is in charge of the camp's logistics and supplies. Training opposite the beautiful "raw material" is clearly a drunkard.

The intention was not to drink. Dirty words and teasing words spewed out of his famously foul mouth like a machine gun.

It may be that some curse word touched the female contractor's reverse scale, and she suddenly gave up her usual strategy of only dodging without attacking. She raised her fingers on her right hand and muttered something. A colorful light burst out from her fingers, striking like lightning.

It entered Ashur's head. Ashur held his big head and was dizzy for a while, then staggered and fell down.

"Magician?" Kirk was shocked. This was the first time he met a magician in space. According to the "Beginner's Survival Manual", magician is a profession that is difficult to get into in the early stage. He is weak at close range and has low mana.

It's a little on the small side, but once you have enough resources, it will skyrocket and the development potential is huge.

After the female contractor knocked down Ashur, she kicked him twice before walking away. The use of any spells and props is not prohibited in the training camp and the arena. As long as it is your own ability, you can use it.

Even if it means summoning Sun Wukong to help you fight gladiator.

Kirk stared at Ashur's white eyes, thoughtfully in his heart.

After another hour, Doc clapped his hands and everyone stopped and gathered.

"Okay, the comfortable warm-up time is over. Now leave the raw materials here and continue in the afternoon. The gladiators will start formal training, one-on-one, and those who are defeated will not be able to eat lunch!" Doct shouted.

Call.

Doctorate was once a famous gladiator, the only one to survive the battle with the legendary demigod gladiator "Shadow of Death". Doctorate is now the chief instructor of the training camp, guiding Spartacus and the others in their battles

, is the most respected and trusted slave in the camp. He relies on his whip to defend the cruel system here. He is a strong, proud and unselfish man.

So, the raw materials were lined up in a row and escorted back to the cattle pen. Kirk and Xiaopang felt many malicious eyes lingering on their injuries, but they both sneered and followed the team back to the cattle pen.

Everyone entered the cattle pen and sat down, and began to wrap up the wounds. In the morning training, although Batiatus clearly stated that he was not allowed to kill the raw materials, he could not escape the punishment. Faced with the pressure of survival, the gladiators used extremely heavy blows, almost every training

All the contractors were injured. The most serious one was a middle-aged man who fought against "Mad Dog" Barka. His legs were torn apart and the bones were vaguely visible.

The contractor's eyes were focused on the leg of the man with the wounded hand, but no one paid attention to Kirk and Xiaopang. Everyone could see that the two brothers' injuries were almost better in the morning, and there were two of them, which was better than one man alone.

It is more difficult to kill. If you attack Kirk, firstly, you have to unite other people, which means profit sharing. Secondly, they can shout, the guards are around, and whips and cesspits are not vegetarian. Thirdly, these two guys

He has never made a move, so I don’t know what his strength is. He may be a tough guy. This injured man is just average.

So, 15 minutes later, after a few glances were exchanged, a fat black one-eyed dragon and several men gathered around him in a tacit understanding. A contractor tore up a magic scroll, and a "Law of Silence" made the middle man

The young man became mute. The murderers pounced on him like a pack of wolves. It was impossible to see who was responsible. The sound of the injured man thrashing could be heard from the encirclement. After a few seconds, he turned into a cold corpse.

The blood-red key and [Soul Crystal] have disappeared.

While delivering meals at noon, the guards discovered the body, and alarm bells rang throughout the training camp.

Batiatus rushed to the scene with a gloomy face and saw the injured man who was still staring at death. His cold eyes swept over all the "raw materials" in the cattle pen.

He suddenly laughed: "Very good, someone killed him. Although he was injured, I am going to let a gladiator kill him this afternoon, but I never gave you permission to kill him. According to Holy Roman law, you, including

They all belong to my personal property. You are thieves! I can apply for the consul to hang you all now!"

There was silence in the camp

"Who did it? If you don't explain, I will let those rookies kill you all in the afternoon! The Bacchanalia in Marseille is about to begin, and I eagerly hope to send those rookie gladiators to the Colosseum there to compete.

To perform, they need human lives as a qualification for admission! If you don’t tell them, you will all die!" Batiatas began to roar.

An expressionless contractor stood up. He was a participant in the black one-eyed dragon series just now. With a look from Batiatus, the contractor was quickly thrown into the manure pit by the slave.

Obviously, the one-eyed dragon who committed the crime has touched the lifeblood of Batiatas' greed for money. He decided that he would not take any further action on this matter because the loss of his property was a fait accompli. Killing the perpetrator would make him lose even more.

Big! As long as there are steps to go down, Batitas will not go into details!

This is undoubtedly tantamount to announcing the opening of the bloody killing field for contractors!