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Inside the steel fence gate, Barrett held a weapon and adjusted his breathing.

Looking out through the gap in the fence, outside the door is a gladiatorial arena covered with yellow sand. The surrounding stands seemed to be more than half full, and most of the spectators on it were purgatory creatures of various shapes.

"Have you memorized the rules? Humans." The acupuncture demon behind him asked softly.

Barry nodded, "Even a goblin can understand such a simple rule."

This is a life-threatening battle of about 30 people. As long as there are only three living creatures left on the field, the battle can be ended. The guy who survives will get a certain amount of rest before starting the next brawl.

Only those who survived the three brawls can be regarded as real gladiators in this devil arena. After all, the 'Arena of Diss' can now be regarded as one of the three largest arenas in the entire multiverse. Many forces will focus their attention here, and even send their own samurai to the field, so there is never a shortage of gladiators here. .

"That's good, both me and 'Mitanu' hope you can survive, human." The Needle Demon said, "As long as you successfully win ten games, he and I will get an extremely rare promotion opportunity."

"As it happens, my desire is the same as yours, and I also hope that I can survive." Barrett smiled. Then he turned his head to look at his right arm, which had several strange purgatory characters printed on it.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a number, what is it?" he asked.

"In terms of your human numbers, it should be '9527'," the acupuncture demon replied.

After listening to this, Barret was a little disappointed. He hoped that the number was 'seven', because he heard the little mage Chris said that 'seven' was the lucky number for the entire human race, and he hoped that he could have this luck too. . But the barbarian didn't expect that although the number printed on his arm had 'seven', it was a long list of nearly 10,000.

Forget it, no matter what, in the end, we still have to speak with strength.

Outside the fence gate, a loud voice was narrating something in purgatory. The guy's voice was cadenced and impassioned. Although Barrett didn't understand the meaning of his words at all, he was a little excited by the special tone, and he began to pant slightly, wishing he could fight immediately.

"Calm down, human." The acupuncture demon said suddenly, "Don't let this 'induction technique' confuse your mind. In a while you should try to run to a place with fewer people, the battle will end sooner than you think. Say. Maybe you just need to kill one or two opponents and you may win outright.”

"Thank you," Barrett said softly. "After the battle in the interrogation room, I thought you would have confidence in my skills."

"I just don't want to let this rare opportunity for promotion run away." Acupuncture Demon replied. Then it said in a somewhat hasty tone, "Get ready, human, one, two, three, start!" Following the words of the needle stick demon, the steel gate in front of him suddenly opened.

Barrett took a deep breath and walked towards the field.

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The gates around the arena opened one by one, and the gladiators stepped out one after another from the inside of the gates and came to the arena. And the only human here is our barbarian adventurer.

He looked up at the sky, the blood-like sky was shrouded in thick smoke, far less intoxicating than the blue sky of the main material world, but this apocalyptic scene still made Barret feel a little relieved - he had forgotten How long he stayed in the prison, he forgot how long he hadn't seen the sun.

A scorching breeze blew past, rolling bits of yellow sand around the gladiators. The pungent, **** smell came to me, and it was mixed with the smell of sulfur and iron filings. The yellow sand under his feet was hotter than the air, making the barbarian who stepped on it with his bare feet feel as if he was stepping on the flames.

The gladiators stared at each other, and after a brief silence, they fought violently.

Barrett's opponent at this time was a dwarf with a pair of curved horns tattooed on his forehead. The other party held a square-headed hammer about the same height as himself in both hands, and charged towards Barrett with a roar.

When the two sides were about to approach, the dwarf rolled and reached Barrit's feet. He slammed the heavy hammer in his hand towards Barrett's knee. If this blow could hit, then Barrett's legs would be broken without a doubt.

But before the dwarf's hammer hit the target, he was kicked by the barbarian to the door. The unnamed dwarf fell on his back, but Barrett seized the opportunity to fly over, piercing his heart with a sword.

"I'm sorry." The barbarian said softly, looking at the dwarf's angry eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that some creature was approaching him at a fast speed. Barritt turned his head to look at the other party, but only saw a scarlet shadow of steel, mixed with a shrill sound of breaking the sky, slashing towards him like lightning.

The barbarian raised the round shield of his right hand to block it in time. With the muffled sound of 'dong', he felt that the right hand holding the shield instantly lost consciousness, followed by bursts of uncontrollable numbness.

The metal round shield was directly split into a crack by this heavy blow, but the opponent's weapon also happened to be stuck in the crack. This is an orc warrior with a double-edged battle axe. The strong body and bulging muscles of the opponent are not inferior to Barrett at all.

After the orc warrior's weapon was blocked, he didn't choose to pull it back hard, so he was likely to be biased by Barrit and lose his center of gravity. The orc let go of the battle axe and bent over to pick up the hammer that originally belonged to a dwarf on the ground.

Barrett let go of the shield that was stuck with the axe, and slashed at the orc with swords in both hands.

The orc's martial arts are quite good. He raised his hammer to block, preventing Barrett's first blow to the top of the head, the second blow to the right rib, and the third blow to the abdomen~www.wuxiaspot. com~ But he was successfully deceived by Barbarian's fourth blow.

When he wanted to withdraw the weapon to block again, he had already lost the opportunity. Barrett cut off the opponent's head with a horizontal slash, his huge body knelt on the ground, gurgling blood stained the yellow sand.

The third opponent is an Ant-Man with a spear. Barrett has seen this creature in the Underdark. When he helped Dong Xueren, he also killed a lot of them. The number of Ant-Man killed now increases. one.

The fourth opponent was a handsome half-elf who, at least in terms of appearance, didn't look like an evil-worshipper at all. Barrett didn't know how the other party got here, or some unspeakable difficulties.

This half-elf just made two simple hands with him, then jumped back to get out of the fight and went to find the next target. This is better, and Barret does not want to fight to the death with this half-elf.

At the last moment of this brawl, there were four survivors, including the barbarians. They stopped fighting, looked at each other with fear, and hoped that the others would fight desperately to end the battle.

The arena is obviously quite skilled in dealing with this situation. After a brief assessment of the situation, the cadenced voice announced in common language, "Whoever kills less than four people will lose the qualification to advance to the next match."

This made our barbarian adventurer have to choose to raise the long sword again, looked around, and silently walked towards a war lizard who looked unpleasant.

When the war lizard fell, Barrett looked at the corpses and sighed helplessly. He threw away the long sword in his hand, turned back and walked towards the gate.

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