Pirate Company

"waste."

The members of the Lucius family looked at Sparta who had lost the breath of life, and there was no pity in their hearts, but anger was written all over their faces.

They don't care what the fate of Sparta is, they only know that the opponent did not bring themselves a deserved victory. As a "talking beast", he can't bring benefits to his master, and he deserves his death.

The attitude of the Lucius family almost represented the thoughts of all the nobles present. I don't know how many people have lost their property in the hands of Sparta. Seeing that this troublesome existence has finally disappeared, the little nobles who were very happy in their hearts couldn't help but sneered in a low voice, saying: "It wasn't before It’s quite powerful, it turns out that it’s not useful, so it’s so easy to die in the hands of an outsider, it’s really disgraceful to the Gladiator Empire, and it deserves it when it dies.”

The performance of the nobles immediately attracted glaring looks from all the people present, especially the slaves and gladiators present. Some of them could not restrain themselves and had already grasped the weapons in their hands.

"Why, do you want to rebel? Don't forget, your own identities, you have to know who is feeding and drinking for you." Seeing that the situation was out of control, Pompeii took the initiative to stand up and drew the long sword in his hand. The slightest movement of the people in front of them will definitely usher in a fierce counterattack.

No matter where the slaves rebelled against the nobles, they would be severely suppressed. All the nobles present, for their own benefit, will absolutely abandon their previous suspicions and unanimously speak out.

"Stop, we are not their opponents."

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the appearance of Pompeii immediately brought the angry gladiators back to their senses. They knew that their current strength alone was not enough to resist all the nobles in front of them.

So, after a sigh, they had no choice but to accept their fate.

They calmed down, but some people in the arena really couldn't calm down. A group of pirates who appeared in an ordinary room in the Eternal City before have changed their attire, and they look no different from ordinary people around them.

Following Sparta's unexpected death, they began whispering to each other.

"I thought it would be a good partner, but I didn't expect it to be a stupid poor guy."

In the eyes of this group of pirates, as long as they can live, even if they have to kneel down and beg for mercy, they are really hard to understand. Most of them are contemptuous of Sparta's behavior of begging for death.

"Don't care about this kind of thing anymore, our plan has changed, let's imagine what to do first." Among the pirates, someone stopped the casual conversation of the crowd and said: "The loss of Sparta is among the gladiators. , with a strong appeal, our manpower is somewhat insufficient."

Although they are bold, they have not reached the point of madness. They are confident that they have the courage to challenge the entire mighty gladiator empire. After hearing the words of the speaker, everyone felt a headache.

"Or, just give up." Someone said.

"If you give up, everything before will be in vain." Although they know that this is the best choice, they still feel a little unwilling.

"That's all there is to it."

Even if they are unwilling, they can only accept the fact that in the end, all their plans can only be turned into a helpless sigh in the end.

"You guys win."

The Lucius family and all the nobles under the vassals could only accept the fate of failure in the end. Sparta was already the most powerful gladiator under them, and even he couldn't win. There was no need to continue the third battle.

Gaite's voice rang out at the right time, and he said loudly, "I declare that Caesar's followers, Monday, will win this battle."

"Caesar."

"Caesar."

"Caesar."

With an unprecedented battle in front of them, there is no reason for the audience in the auditorium not to cheer for Caesar, who has such a powerful follower.

The more the audience cheered, the more angry the aristocratic forces represented by the Lucius family on the lost side became.

It seemed that every cheer from the crowd was like a painful slap on their faces.

Thinking that after this incident, the prestige of one's side among the common people will undoubtedly be too weakened. Thinking of losing the support of many civilians, it might be possible for one's own forces to lose power. Once they lose in the cruel game of power, how miserable the end will be, as nobles, they will not fail to understand.

"We're going to lose everything because of you."

A little nobleman could no longer suppress his anger towards Sparta, jumped out of the auditorium, picked up the long whip in his hand that usually beats his slaves, and whipped it fiercely at Sparta who was standing.

Crack, crack, crack.

The clear sound of whipping reverberated in the sky above the arena.

"stop!"

All the gladiators, the anger that had subsided, burned up again when they saw the scene in front of them.

"A group of beasts, is it possible that they still want to rebel against the noble nobles? I'll let you see how overwhelmed we are when we end up rebelling against us."

A group of slaves who were not qualified to speak in front of him usually had the courage to reprimand him. The nobles in the arena couldn't help being very annoyed, and the strength of the whips they waved in their hands was a little bit stronger. While vigorously whipping the dead Sparta in front of him, he did not forget to look at the angry nobles with provocative eyes.

In his eyes, it seems to be saying, if you have the ability, you can do it.

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Glancing at the guarded nobleman beside him, the gladiators still didn't have enough courage to vent their endless anger.

"It's you who are stupid." Looking at the proud little nobleman in front of him, Zhou Yixian said with pity: "In this world, strength comes first."

"Why, are you going to stand up for them?" Hearing the young man in front of him with good strength say something inexplicable to himself, the little nobleman suddenly felt unhappy. Why do cats and dogs have the courage to talk to the nobleman? .

It's time for these untouchables to learn some rules.

Thinking so, the little noble put down the Sparta in front of him, picked up the whip in his hand, and turned his head towards Zhou Yixian. He wanted to let the other party know that the reason why nobles are nobles is that the power of life and death of common people depends entirely on them mind.

"Young man, if you want to stand out for others, you have to see if you have the ability first." The little noble walked noble steps all the way, glanced at the young man in front of him arrogantly, and said, "Don't have a little strength, You can do whatever you want. I will teach you a lesson now, I don’t know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. If I hit you, you should continue, um, you still dare to hide?”

Turning sideways, dodging the whip in the opponent's hand, Zhou Yixian did not get angry, and said flatly: "If you want to teach me, you are not qualified."

Just as the little noble in front of him was about to continue waving the whip in his hand, Zhou Yixian kindly reminded: "You should worry about your own affairs."

Zhou Yixian saw that Sparta moved.

The little noble in front of him is undoubtedly committing suicide.

In fact, everything before that was nothing more than a drama that Zhou Yixian and Sparta discussed and put on together for everyone. Apart from death, it seemed that Sparta had no other better way to escape from the arena that bound him. The two hit it off right away, Zhou Yixian naturally didn't mind, and helped each other change their own destiny.

Zhou Xian, who is familiar with the fate of Sparta, has a feeling in his heart that perhaps this is the only way to change the other party's tragic fate.

The injury on Sparta's body looked horrifying, but it was just a little skin trauma, and it didn't have much impact on him.

With the powerful qualities of the powerful people in this world, it might be all right to go back to sleep.

With freedom, who would support themselves and launch an uprising?

However, the historical trajectory that should have been changed seems to have been set back on the correct path due to the appearance of the little nobles in front of them.

Sparta, who was supposed to be a dead person honestly, didn't expect that even if he became a dead person, the aristocratic lord would not let him go. At this moment, Sparta's heart has lost the last trace of his heart to this sinful city. nostalgia.

What he has to do now is to destroy everything in front of him.

"You're not dead yet!" Seeing Sparta, who was covered in blood and was extremely miserable and terrifying like a ghost, walked in front of him, the little nobleman held on to the last noble courage in his heart, and reprimanded loudly: "Since you are not dead, Just go to work for me, quickly knock down the young man in front of you, and restore our lost face."

"In your eyes, what are we?" Sparta asked in a flat tone, without waiting for the slightest emotion.

"What is it?" Unexpectedly, the other party would ask such a question, the little nobleman was stunned for a while, and then replied with disdain on his face: "You are just a group of talking animals.

"Yeah, we are all animals." Sparta said.

Others see me as worthless, so I must.

Click!

Sparta, who was completely disappointed in his heart, let go of the last trace of awe for the nobles in his heart, and broke the neck of the little nobleman in front of him.

"Bold."

The wind in the arena was calm, and the nobles who had been sitting on the Diaoyutai, as if their buttocks were burned, couldn't sit still, and stood up angrily.

"Sparta."

"Sparta."

"Sparta."

On the arena, Sparta's behavior undoubtedly ignited the long-buried anger of all the slaves and gladiators present. They took out their weapons and raised their arms and shouted.

"Better die fighting for freedom than die for the entertainment of nobles."

Sparta cut off the head of the little nobleman, held it high above his head, and uttered the strongest voice in history.

At this moment, the aura in Sparta's body rose steadily, breaking through the limit of the body, and successfully advanced.

Level 7, Awakened!

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