This lord is very scientific.

Thatcher could foresee that the arena would welcome a new star!

Originally, she just wanted to see what the elephant people were like in her spare time, but she didn't expect to discover a human who knew a new fighting style.

Yes, a new fighting style!

This fighting style only relies on the power of fists and feet, but it has the ability to win big with a small one!

With the weak body of that human, he could move the elephant people. What if he was given a star-level strongman? Wouldn't he be able to fight against the legend?

Of course, Thatcher also knew that this was unrealistic, but she was still surprised.

Not only her, there were only a dozen people in the novice arena, and now all of them stood up at once.

And the elephant man Atai below, fainted in the last uppercut he gave himself.

"It seems that Atai, who came to participate in the fight to complete the coming-of-age ceremony, has declared the failure of the first stop, but there is an extraordinary gladiator among our newcomers, he is - Sparta!"

The host's voice sounded, and more than a dozen audiences stood up and applauded.

Sparta!

Sparta defeated the underage elephant man of the elephant people!

At this time, the victorious Sparta was very calm and just walked out.

Thatcher hurriedly chased after him.

She was wearing a popular hip-wrapped long skirt. The black lace skirt tightly wrapped her body, and she was very charming when she trotted.

However, the dozen or so spectators had no time to pay attention to Thatcher, but paid close attention to the human gladiator named "Sparta" just now.

They also want to fight for this potential stock!

...

However, in the end, they failed.

Even the fastest runner did not see Sparta.

Because the Sparta seemed to be a professional, he started the second game without resting at all.

So they went to the next arena without stopping, including Thatcher.

The matching rule of the arena is that people with similar or same winning streaks will compete against each other, and people with similar or same winning rates will compete against each other.

Therefore, it is nothing if there are many people who win the first game. People who win three games in a row are lucky, but it is difficult to win five games or more in a row.

And these spectators, including Thatcher, all thought that Sparta had the potential to win ten consecutive games, even if not today, it would be someday in the future!

This was only the second game, and these spectators encountered such an opportunity, of course they wanted to witness it from the beginning, which was one of the reasons why they came to the novice field!

The thirty or so spectators who were originally present saw the other people rushing in, and immediately understood something, so they looked down the field one by one.

"Mrs. Thatcher, are you looking for a new male servant again?"

Just as Mrs. Thatcher came over, a girl in a pink skirt stood up with two muscular men on her left and right.

The girl was charming, and there was a thick tail behind her buttocks, which was dressed in pink silk, and there was a servant behind her who specially lifted her tail lightly.

"Queen of Pink Street? Ha, Stuart tastes good, right? I forgot to tell you last time that although he is a minotaur, the beginning is equal to the end." Thatcher's original trotting posture changed, and a noble and arrogant temperament was revealed.

Before her viscount husband died, she was a legitimate viscountess... one of them.

Naturally, she had the arrogance of an aristocrat.

"Stuart?" The woman known as the Queen of Pink Street narrowed her eyes. This name represents a strong minotaur she snatched from Thatcher.

Unfortunately, the minotaur was a rookie who would spray at the first touch and was useless.

"That's a coincidence. Stuart's bull tongue is thick and long." The Queen of Pink Street chuckled.

"Oh? Haha, you dragon people, it is said that there are scales there, right? Isn't he afraid of scratches? Haha..." Mrs. Thatcher smiled slightly and continued to fight back.

While the two were confronting each other, the two gladiators below also entered the arena.

One was the human gladiator "Sparta" just now.

The other was a male enchantress.

The male enchantress was muscular, with sharp muscles on the upper body, but her skin was white, smooth and elastic.

"It seems that this enchantress is the one you've chosen recently... Tsk tsk, I haven't tasted the taste of enchantresses for many times."

The Queen of Pink Street looked at the enchantress with a beautiful face below, especially at the enchantress's body, her eyes lit up.

"Hehe." Although Thatcher felt a little thirsty when looking at the male enchantress, her attention was still on the "Sparta".

Sparta is her prey!

At this time, after the host announced the start, the two people below also started fighting.

Although the male enchantress had a strong body and delicate skin, she roared and turned into a black giant wolf in an instant.

The Queen of Pink Street looked at the second half of the giant wolf, her eyes lit up again: "Not bad."

Then she glanced at Thatcher and said, "He's mine."

Thatcher didn't bother to pay attention to her, but stared at "Sparta", looking forward to the previous scene.

Sure enough!

The giant wolf transformed by the enchantress flew down towards Sparta, but Sparta still made a weird gesture, and just by stroking, pulling and pushing, he knocked the giant wolf's head against the ground.

And it seemed that Sparta was not embarrassed or nervous, and he had almost no energy consumption, and he didn't even breathe, as if he had just casually slapped a fly away.

There was no big move, no punches and kicks, no blows.

It seemed that Sparta simply touched the wild horse's mane, and the giant wolf transformed by the enchantress fell asleep there.

Seeing this, the audience exclaimed.

"Lava! What is that!"

"I swear, there must be nothing wrong with my eyes!"

"Too powerful! This is a different kind of power!"

The audience exclaimed, but it annoyed the enchantress giant wolf who had just been dizzy.

So he shook his head twice, then stood up from the ground, opened his bloody mouth, and pounced again.

"Roar!!!"

He was extremely angry and aimed his claws at Sparta's throat, as if he could tear it apart in the next moment.

It's not that people haven't died in the arena, but it seems more real because of the death.

However, Sparta was not afraid. He looked at the giant wolf's claws calmly. His hands shot out in an instant, caught one of the giant wolf's arms, and then twisted his waist at a very fast speed and threw it over his shoulder.

"Boom!!"

The giant wolf enchantress's body was thrown to the ground, and she couldn't get up for a while.

Then, Sparta slowly exhaled a breath, which contained a special breath, and there was a flash of five-color light in his eyes.

...

In the stands, the Queen of Pink Street naturally knew who Thatcher's target was.

But when she saw the breath from Sparta's mouth, her pupils trembled.

"That is... the five-color furnace!"