My Magic Age

In the underground black boxing arena, everyone will become extremely excited because of the warm atmosphere here. Some aristocratic teenagers grasp the iron cage railings with both hands and shout desperately to the fighters inside, eagerly hoping that their favorite fighter can finally win. Get the win. But the person who can stand at the end is often not the bravest one, nor the one who is most eager to perform. Generally speaking, only the gladiator who can hide himself in the crowd and deliberately preserve his fighting power can persist until the end. The end of the game.

A maid carrying a silver dinner plate and wearing a sexy leather jacket shuttled through the crowd. She didn't mind at all the hands reaching out from the side, and would often cleverly and flexibly avoid some of the hands that were reaching out to her most critical parts. hands, and those who can only make small gains His hands would just let it go, and often someone would throw a silver coin into his dinner plate at this time. Generally, after someone threw a silver coin in, the maid with a rich look on her face would stop and touch it from her arms. Put out a handful of colorful chips and let the financial owners choose.

I looked over curiously, just because the leather coat on the maid was tied with knots on the back, dividing her back into countless diamond-shaped pieces. I didn't know if such a leather coat would be comfortable to wear, maybe for the purpose of manufacturing The visual impact is so impressive that you have to endure it even though you know it’s uncomfortable!

Seeing that I kept staring at the maid walking among the crowd outside the venue, Benjamin thought that I was very interested in this round of betting, so he leaned next to me and asked: "Jijia, do you want to buy two chips together? Yes." Any fighter in the arena can win, and if he wins, he will get double the reward!”

He took out a few silver coins from the money bag at his waist and kept tossing them in his hands. I took a look at them and shook my head to say I didn't need them.

The friend next to Benjamin who was wearing soft sheepskin armor said to me: "There is no need to throw money to them in such a hurry. The battle will be more exciting later on."

Hearing what his friend said, Benjamin also smiled dryly, catching a series of thrown silver coins and putting them into his arms again.

"Their fighting methods are very different from the fighting techniques taught in the academy. When these underground gladiators attack, they are often more direct and effective. Sometimes, after staying here for a long time, I even have an illusion. Will those fancy things I learned in the academy really be useful on the battlefield?" Benjamin was right next to me, using the cover of the noisy voice to tell me his opinions.

He looked at the melee in the iron cage intently, his eyes looking sharp.

I asked doubtfully: "Are they all soldiers who came down from the battlefield?"

"How is it possible? How could the imperial military allow someone to trample on their dignity like this? Most of the gladiators in these underground arenas are slaves or wanderers. No one cares about their life or death." Benjamin said to me.

"How do these slaves have such skillful fighting skills?" I asked a little puzzled, but in my heart I was thinking: How did these extraordinary people become legal slaves of the empire.

"The gladiators in these black boxing matches have been trained for a certain period of time before they are assigned to participate in the competition!" Benjamin patiently answered my doubts.

I know very little about underground black boxing matches, so I listened with great interest! It is rare for someone like me to humbly ask them about the situation in the underground black boxing competition. They also introduced me to the basic situation in the underground black boxing competition while paying attention to the fighting situation in the iron cage.

"The gladiators competing in the underground arena here all come to several different slave training grounds. The owners of these gladiator training grounds only need to pay some fees to the black boxing arena, and then they can bring their own Slaves and gladiators competed in tournaments, and each time they won Victory in the game will result in a hefty commission. Of course, the loser will get nothing. Of course, slave farm owners can also participate in those bets. Generally, slave farm owners will only bet on their own gladiators! "The slightly fat friend on the side interjected.

Benjamin’s friend continued: “War losers, deserters on the battlefield, those who owe debts and are unable to repay, criminals who have violated the laws of the empire, aliens, civilians who killed nobles, wanderers, etc., these types of people are Of course, there are other people who become slaves for various reasons, but many of the slaves who can stand here are warriors with strong physical fitness. However, if they want to survive here, they can't. Not an easy task!”

At this time, the battle in the iron cage was coming to an end, and the last person standing on the field also paid a heavy price. Holding a dislocated arm, he limped around the field and asked everyone Man declares himself ultimately victorious.

At this time, there were cheers and curses in the stands outside, and some nobles threw their silver coins into the iron cage to reward the final winner...

Benjamin pulled me away from the edge of the iron cage and nimbly wormed his way in and out of the crowd. Unknowingly, I climbed onto the slow platform of the winding staircase leading to the second floor. There was already a lot of people here. However, Benjamin still skillfully stood aside, reached out and patted the shoulder of a noble who was looking down, covered his mouth and said to him in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious: "Sir Siba , there is a lady at the door of the arena looking for you!"

The man turned around unexpectedly, looked at Benjamin suspiciously, and then said in surprise: "Oh, really?"

Seeing Benjamin in a gorgeous dress, and me standing next to him in a black magic robe, it didn't look like I was joking with him. He forced an awkward smile on his face, and after saying "thank you" to us several times, he turned around and walked downstairs in a hurry, and it seemed that he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Benjamin raised his eyebrows at me proudly, pulled me to squeeze in the empty seat left by the man named Sir Shiba, and looked down with both hands on the railing.

This is obviously not the best place to watch the game, but at the corner of this staircase, you can clearly see ten cylindrical copper platforms erected in front of the iron cage. These copper platforms are in a semicircle around the iron cage arena. These copper platforms are about one meter in diameter and about three meters high. The surface is very smooth. Now many onlookers near the iron cage have gathered under the copper platforms. But obviously this corner of the stairs is the best place to watch the copper platforms, and you can see all ten cylindrical copper platforms.

I asked Benjamin curiously: "Do you know that guy just now?"

"Yes, most people here know Sir Shiba. He is famous for watching underground black boxing matches. He comes here almost every time there is a black boxing match. Of course I know something about him!" Benjamin admitted frankly.

"But if you lie to him like this, aren't you afraid that he will come back and question you later?"

"Don't worry, although he is a coward, he is not a fool. He was not fooled by me. He saw this one of mine, and of course yours." Benjamin patted the badge on his chest, and then flicked the magic apprentice badge on my chest with his index finger, and then with a smile on his lips, he leaned close to my ear and said: "I chose him because he knows the times. He only has half a noble status in El City. His father is a noble baron, but according to According to the laws of the Green Empire, this noble title will be inherited by his brother in the future, and he has nothing to do with it. However, his brother was unfortunately captured by the barbarians on the ice and snow tundra this spring. Although he survived after the barbarians retreated, he was crazy and stupid all day long. "

"How dare he, a child of a noble family who has half a foot in the door of the nobility, mess with us!" Benjamin finally told the truth. In fact, his lame excuse was not expected to deceive him from the beginning, but to give him a way out.

I can't help but think: It turns out that there are clear classes among the nobility, and those in higher positions always have more rights!

Now the copper platform is still empty, but with a cheer, the crowd below suddenly made way, and a strong man with a huge iron hammer on his shoulder ran out of a secret door with big strides. He was only wearing a pair of black leather pants. The black leather pants looked like the leather of some sea beast in the ocean, and emitted a faint orchid glow under the illumination of the chandelier. The black iron hammer in his hand weighed nearly 100 kilograms, but he carried it on his shoulder as if it were nothing. It seemed that he must be a power fighter.

He took a big step and used a short run-up to easily jump onto the copper platform. Immediately, under his copper platform, a group of nobles in gorgeous clothes were cheering for him.

"He is Marta. This time he actually recovered from his injury and fought. He is the real god of war in the black boxing match!" Benjamin took a breath and introduced me to the first gladiator who participated in the competition.

I looked at his big iron hammer which had turned dark purple due to the blood stains. It was obvious that it was used to intimidate the opponent. The blood stains on the iron hammer seemed to have never been cleaned, and some dried flesh and blood hung on the barbs of the iron hammer. The iron hammer Marta was covered with various scars, and there was a clearly visible new scar on his neck. It looked like he was a gladiator who had just returned from injury, just as Benjamin said.

Before I could turn my eyes away from Marta, a skinny figure appeared on the second copper platform. It was a dry man with linen strips wrapped all over his body. Even his face was wrapped with linen strips, and even his facial features were wrapped very tightly with linen strips. This skinny figure appeared on the copper platform almost silently. He only had a very simple fist sword on his right hand, which was a special weapon used by assassins. And this guy obviously only had a glove on one hand, which seemed to be extremely confident in his assassination skills.

Benjamin was also stunned. He obviously didn't know this gladiator. At this time, his two friends happened to follow. These two young men obviously didn't have such a good temper as Benjamin. They looked at the people standing next to us from behind, and then patted the back of the two people's necks from behind, waving at them like swatting flies. The two middle-aged men who were dressed decently left their seats with embarrassed faces and made way for Benjamin's two friends.

"Hey, Mr. Jie, you are really special. You always like to squeeze in the corridor. There is not even a seat here. What's good?" Someone with a slightly fat body complained to Benjamin.

Benjamin ignored his complaints and asked him directly: "Where did that guy wrapped like a mummy come from? How can he climb onto the bronze platform?"

"He has a very special background. In the last match, he killed Puli with three moves and occupied his bronze platform. I didn't even see how he did it. I just saw his fist sword stuck in Puli's chest. Puli was wearing a steel plate armor at the time. It was simply..." The fat man began to introduce the gladiators who came on stage one by one.

Then, another soldier holding a Roman sword and wearing standard light armor like a soldier of the Green Empire jumped onto the bronze platform easily, and the cheers became louder...

Another lizard man with a scimitar hanging on his waist and only a piece of rag wrapped around his waist stepped heavily on the bronze platform, his pupils flashing green light like a venomous snake. He has a human body, but his head is like a lizard head, covered with green scales, and has a flexible tail behind him. I have heard that there are some lizard people living in the wilderness in the south of the empire. They live in the rainforest, are good at taming beasts, good at using hunting bows in the jungle, good at poison, and good at using scimitars. I really want to see what is the difference between this lizard man's crotch and humans!

It seems that this gladiator from an alien race must be extraordinary, otherwise, how could he have a place in this underground black boxing arena.

Every time a gladiator appeared, Benjamin's friends would give a detailed introduction to their origins and achievements. I was amazed that they had such a huge amount of information. They must be frequent visitors to underground black boxing matches. Benjamin suddenly made a move like lightning and pulled out a thin book from the sleeve of the slightly fat friend. It turned out to be some brief information about the gladiators participating in this competition. I suddenly realized... So that's it.

With another fierce cheer, a familiar black figure landed on the stage. She was as agile as a swift through the forest and full of explosive power like a cheetah. I almost didn't need to look at her face. Just from her graceful posture and familiar movements, my heart was broken. She was wearing a layer of black animal skin as thin as sand. From a distance, it looked like a layer of black oil paint was painted on her exquisite body. She wore a pair of black leather boots on her feet, held a big iron gun in both hands, and her eyes were full of dead silence. She stood coldly on the copper platform.

I would recognize her even if she turned into ashes - Hamasaki!

When I first heard what Qiangbach said about Hamasaki and Baoji, I was a little bit unconvinced. I thought that these two extraordinary adventure team leaders would never fall into such a miserable situation. But now I see that Hamasaki has become a gladiator in an underground black boxing match. It seems that she has become a slave girl under a slave farm owner. Although her face is still as beautiful as a flower, there is only blood and killing in her eyes, like a war machine.