People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

Looking up at the sky, the towering chimneys block the scorching sun, and the uneven floors are reflected in orange-red colors.

As the sun sets, it's the day when the sons and daughters go home to pay the public rations. As long as there is no Lao Wang next door, the tree-lined path going home tonight will not be filled with people and covered with hoarfrost.

"Fortunately, my surname is Ning, and my wife is very fierce, no one dares to offend her." Ning Xiaotian looked to the north, feeling a little melancholy in his heart. He missed seeing the ridges and peaks on the side at home, with the upper and lower hands being different, and he didn't know the true face of the two peaks.

It’s just the days when my face was sunk into the mountainside.

"Let's have a meal first, and then go to the arena to have a fight to vent our anger."

Thinking of this, he walked quickly.

Half an hour later, Ning Xiaotian arrived not far from the arena and looked up. Although he claimed to be well-informed, he was still a little shocked. The arena was circular in shape, with towering and thick walls that were hundreds of meters high.

It's a bit like the ancient Roman Colosseum in its previous life. But what's scary is that more than ten meters down from the top are actually covered with cones about ten meters long, standing upward at a forty-five-degree angle.

Under the setting sun, there was a bloody cold glow.

"This is simply a prison!" Ning Xiaotian frowned and walked inside. Two burly guards in armor stood upright with spears in their hands and did not do anything to stop him.

Entering it, there is an empty hall. A huge stone pillar with a diameter of about ten meters stands in the center. Surrounding it is a circular counter, about 1.5 meters high. Several enchanting beauties are sitting behind it, talking with each other.

People were chatting.

And close to the wall, there are benches arranged neatly in a circle. Sitting on them are many fully armed warriors, some male and female, but the vast majority are men. There are also various weapons placed beside them, some with long weapons.

Spears, huge axes, sharp swords...

Compared to these people, Ning Xiaotian, who was wearing a tunic, was a bit strange. A few people looked at him, but they just glanced at him and stopped paying attention. He was less than 1.75 meters tall and did not wear any armor.

, even though he is wearing a mask, you can still see his delicate features, without developed muscles, and he is so thin that he does not look like a warrior at all. He should just be a spectator who comes to watch the game.

"It's really a bunch of iron lumps, a lot of them over two meters tall. The rule is that you can't use soul power... From this point of view, the gladiators in the arena should also be equipped with armor and weapons, otherwise, those who win the game will

, the moisture is a bit serious.”

Withdrawing his gaze, Ning Xiaotian walked straight to the counter, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said, "I'm here to sign up for the gladiatorial competition. Could you please introduce the rules here?"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the closed hall, and everyone looked over.

"Is this kid a foreigner? He has thin arms and legs, and he doesn't bring any weapons or armor. He actually comes to the gladiatorial competition. He is looking for death." Someone's eyes lit up and he murmured: "If you are touched by me, it will be another 20

Income of gold soul coins."

Thinking of this, he stood up, and many people around him also stood up one after another.

In the arena, there are not only battles between contestants and gladiators, but also matches between contestants. After all, there are only a limited number of gladiators in each arena, and it is impossible to arrange frequent fights with others.

"This warrior, are you sure?" Behind the counter, the beauty was surging and looked surprised.

"Sure!" Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly and said calmly: "It's best to arrange a soul master opponent for me."

With his current strength, in his eyes, for ordinary people without soul power, there is no difference whether he wears armor or not. The difference in physical fitness is too big. Wearing armor only weighs a few hundred kilograms at most. He can play football.

"Are you a soul master?" The beauty was surprised. Not many people were willing to come to the arena to participate in the competition. Although this winning streak can bring extremely high wealth and military honors, in the face of death, many soul masters still choose

Retreat.

Unless you are really confident.

"Yeah." Ning Xiaotian frowned.

"It turned out to be a soul master..." Most of those warriors who stood up sat down. Soul masters have soul ring amplification, and the difference in physical strength cannot be made up by wearing a set of armor. Unless they are rookies, but they

Don't dare to try.

In just a moment, only a few warriors who were soul masters were still standing on the field with bright eyes.

It was as if Ning Xiaotian was walking with twenty gold soul coins. For a civilian soul master, that was a huge amount of income.

"Warrior, if you participate in a gladiatorial competition, in addition to signing a life-and-death certificate, you must also wear a soul guide bracelet to suppress the soul power in your body. In addition, the opponent you match must also be a soul master. I hope you know."

The beauty did not ask what level of soul master Ning Xiaotian was, because no matter what level he was, once he put on the soul guide bracelet, he would not be able to use soul power.

The random match at the beginning is the part with the lowest number of wins so far. If you encounter an opponent with high physical fitness and good combat skills that you can't beat, you will die if you die. You will be eliminated later anyway. After defeating, the opponents will be assigned according to their performance.

"Well, okay. Do you have any other requirements?" Ning Xiaotian asked.

"There are no other requirements. Instead, you can choose whether to choose hand-to-hand combat or hand-to-hand combat. If it is hand-to-hand combat, both sides must be equipped with armor and weapons, just like those warriors." As she said this, she pointed to the warriors who had just sat down consciously.

, and added: "If you choose hand-to-hand combat, both parties are not allowed to wear any weapons and equipment."

"Then I choose hand-to-hand combat." Ning Xiaotian said without hesitation.

His initial consideration was to hone his boxing skills through life-and-death struggle and choose hand-to-hand combat, which would limit his performance. Of course, when the sword is forged, it will be necessary to engage in hand-to-hand combat with those experienced players with high winning rates.

.

Players who can achieve a high winning rate in hand-to-hand combat in such a place, especially those gladiators who have no choice but desire freedom, must have high attainments in certain weapons, which is very suitable for practicing sword skills.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but ask: "By the way, you should have gladiators here who are good at hand-to-hand combat, right?"

"Naturally, the remaining gladiators in this arena are all warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, so there is no shortage of masters in this field." The beauty smiled and said politely: "If you win a certain amount, we will naturally arrange for you to be good at hand-to-hand combat.

master."

"This is massacre..." Ning Xiaotian felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, "As long as you choose hand-to-hand combat, you will inevitably encounter veterans or even gladiators who are good at hand-to-hand combat. As the woman in front of me said, the gladiators who can survive to this day must be among them.

Master."

"Moreover, many of them are soul masters, maybe even high-level soul masters. If ordinary people or civilian soul masters eliminate each other and achieve a certain winning rate and encounter such opponents, they will basically have a narrow escape. No wonder these people are all dressed like iron knots.

.”

"But even so, it's only a slight guarantee." Ning Xiaotian nodded slightly and said, "Then make arrangements for me."