The Laughing Clown in Pirate

Boom! The white lightning illuminated the hero in the arena. He stood on the ground and stepped on the giant's bloody chest.

He held a spear in his right hand, and the tip of the spear was pointed at the defeated man's one eye.

The spectators around were screaming and roaring. They stood up and slid their thumbs on their necks, making throat-slitting motions and shouting.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Even the Celestial Dragons sitting on the high platform looked excited, but Spartacus' long-term stagnation soon made them dissatisfied, and asked the attendants to make gestures for Spartacus to take action.

Spartacus looked into the eyes of the defeated man, watching the man try to become relieved from the fear of death.

"Do it, Spartacus, I've wanted to die for a long time!"

He said with trembling lips, fear still on his face.

Spartacus's hands were trembling. The upright giant Fitz was one of his few friends in the arena. They had fought side by side and faced the most ferocious beasts and the most ruthless pirates together.

"Why hasn't that slave done anything yet? He hasn't been trained yet, right? Antonio Saint," the fat Draco sitting next to Master Spartacus mocked.

The owner of Spartacus is different from the average Draco. He has neat short black hair, a well-proportioned figure, slender arms, a neat and handsome face, and he does not wear a Draco glass cover on his head. According to his own words,

If he were not a Celestial Dragon, he would still be able to accomplish great and earth-shattering things, but his status as a Celestial Dragon only makes him even greater.

Besides him, which Celestial Dragon would build a gladiatorial arena and generously use his body as a god to have fun with the people.

"Warn him!"

The Celestial Dragon waved his hand, and a servant immediately pressed the electric shock remote control button on the slave's collar.

Zhizhi! The strong electric current made Spartacus' body unbalanced. The giant under his feet suddenly turned over, grabbed Spartacus's ankle with one hand and threw him to the ground, creating a deep pit.

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The huge impact made Spartacus groan in pain, but his fighting instinct made him tighten his grip on the spear and stab it suddenly.

He wanted to use this thrust to drive back the giant, but his blurred vision was dyed red, and blood fell on his face. The audience saw... the hero thrust the spear into the giant's neck, and the bright red spearhead penetrated straight into the giant's neck.

From the sky, blood sprayed the hero's body like a fountain.

The heavy rain was pouring down at this time.

The flesh-faced giant grinned, revealing his teeth covered in blood, and hugged Spartacus with his arms.

So warm...

"Hey, Spartacus, do you know how big the largest pizza in the world is?"

"I've seen it in the Chambord Islands. It's about ten meters in diameter. It must be the third World Chef Competition."

"No, no, no, the biggest pizza is in Elbaf. My mother made it. It is made from a whole pig's thigh of ham, slices of huge fruits that ripen once a year from a giant tree are sprinkled on top, and there are milky nuts, so fragrant!

Only the stone slabs from the crater can be baked, and three giants can lift it. It is so big."

Fitz's arms formed a large circle above his head.

"So big..."

He laughed, tears streaming from his eyes.

The heavy rain that had been suppressed for a long time finally poured down.

"The hero defeated the evil Cyclops and won honor. The winner is the undefeated King of the Arena, Spartacus!!! Cheers!"

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!" The audience shouted the name of the hero, and the sound shook the rain curtain.

The Tianlong people will always create a simple script as the background of the fight for the enjoyment of the fight.

The script this time is that a traveling hero comes from a distant country to a country ruled by giants, kills the giants and his pirates, and becomes a hero.

The hero should have retired after victory, but Spartacus did nothing.

The black-haired Celestial Dragon on the high platform frowned and waved his finger.

Click, click, click... The huge gears rotated, the door of the arena slowly rose, and dots of green light lit up in the darkness. In an instant, a dozen black shadows rushed towards the center of the arena.

Their arena cleaners, giant black dogs, can clean up the corpses in the arena in just ten seconds. This bloody stage is usually served as a dessert after a duel.

Obviously, today's dessert is going to be a big cake. The giant dog is more interested in living people.

Spartacus turned around and pulled out the spear from behind the giant's neck, and the giant fell to the ground. He rolled suddenly, and the two giant dogs with long mouths and teeth full of fishy saliva collided with each other.

With his fingers inserted into the handle of the shield on the ground, Spartacus half-knelt on the ground, holding the shield in front of his chest. The shield was reversed! The shield was swung, and he faced the three giant dogs that were rushing towards him and was knocked away. At the same time, he rotated the tail of the spear in his right hand.

He knocked away the giant dogs that were coming from the right rear. Without stopping, he threw out his spear and nailed the two giant dogs further away to the stone wall of the duel ground.

Chih-huh... Chih-huh... Spartacus held his shield to adjust his breathing, while the giant dogs formed a long-lost hunting formation opposite him.

"Looks like our hero doesn't want to leave just yet! Audiences! Keep enjoying it!"

Screams continued to echo through the arena's auditorium. The men roared angrily and beat their chests with their fists. They almost thought they were the ones facing a dozen giant dogs in the center of the arena.

Woof... After the giant dog roared, four or five giant dogs attacked at the same time. Spartacus held a shield and launched a countercharge. The giant dog on the right was hit in the waist and abdomen.

Not comfortable.

The huge force knocked the giant dog in front of him away. Spartacus jumped up high and cut off the injured giant dog's head with the sharp edge of his shield. At the same time, his free right hand had already picked up the curved weapon in the hand of the corpse next to him.

knife.

The Draco gladiators came from all over the world, and Spartacus was good at using all weapons. After the next charge, Spartacus once again killed two giant dogs.

The giant dogs, which had always only fed on the flesh and blood of dead warriors, hesitated. Several of them had vague intentions of retreating, but were roared by the leading dog and managed to maintain their formation.

Spartacus was not feeling well. The formal duel had consumed most of his physical strength. At this time, every breath he took was as hot as drinking boiling oil.

He stared into the head dog's green eyes, and the beast wanted to bite his neck off.

With a roar, Spartacus stamped his right foot on the ground, and bright red blood steamed from his body. This time he took the initiative to attack. First, two beasts came forward. They pressed down very low, and their front legs were tense at any time.

The more you prepare, the more you dodge.

Spartacus let go again, and the curved scimitar cut open the faces of the two beasts. Spartacus passed between them, and the sharp shield blade inserted into the head dog's head full of sharp teeth.

mouth, cutting its head in half.

The calf hurt, and a giant dog had bitten Spartacus' leg. The powerful bite force was about to break the calf bone. The shield hit hard, the giant dog's body and head were separated, and the huge head became a

Badax's leg pendant.

Roar! There was another war cry, and Spartacus's blood became more and more vigorous.

The giant dogs no longer had the courage to fight, so they lowered their bodies, swallowed several times, tuck their tails between their legs, and fled back to the dark dungeon in dejection.

"Spartacus! Spartacus!..." The audience shouted again. And Spartacus limped to the giant's side and resisted the giant's body.

He passed through the cold rusty railings and entered the dark passage. The rain curtain seemed to cut off the glory, and the cheers gradually faded away.

The identities of hero and slave were switched in this moment.

With a snap, the whip with iron spikes hit Spartacus's back, leaving bloody whip marks.

He turned his head and looked angrily at the leader of the guards in the arena, who received a fierce look in response.

"Put the body down, and don't forget your identity!" the guard leader said, as if he didn't want to offend the arena celebrity, and added, "We will deal with it."

Then he looked at him coldly and warily, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Spartacus put down Fitz and let him lean against the wall. The one-eyed giant seemed to be sleeping peacefully at this time.

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In the smoky and pungent-smelling pool, Spartacus was cleaning his wounds. He was as calm as a man who had just experienced life and death. After the gladiatorial battle, the winner would soak in the bath for disinfection to prevent wound infection.

His fingertips touched the slave collar around his neck, which was still cold and solid.

"Soon……"

In the thick smoke, Spartacus's body gradually turned into a pitch-black color. Being able to cover his whole body was already a highly accomplished act of armed domineering, but Spartacus had never shown it in a life-or-death fight.

How can the undefeated Spartacus be undefeated? There are times when he is injured, and there are times when he is so weak that his steps are sluggish, but at that time there are always fools who defeat the enemy or even die for him...

"I saw it...you know how to be armed." The treacherous Snake Eyes smiled slyly, and then blocked the arrows for him in a gladiatorial fight.

"Hey, you are probably the one among us who has the best chance of escaping from this hell. Don't die!" The strong man held up the monster's huge mouth.

"I will keep your secret." The young boy was taken away by the guards and never came back.

"I will definitely escape"

The man silently recited it to himself for the 923rd time.