There was no snow on this day, and the sun was high in the sky.
Where the big slave owners sat, the tarpaulin covering Yang Guang and the surrounding flags painted with the city's symbols were fluttering in the wind.
In the field, Yang Guang was glowing with golden light. He swung the axe in his hand and faced the behemoth. One step at a time, each blow seemed to use the strength of his whole body. A series of steps, each step was extremely strong.
The sound of footsteps on the ground came one after another. There were behemoths, and there were also beasts. Like the beating of war drums, it added a bit of awe and shock to the battlefield.
Although Snowfield City arranged this opening battle, there was a suspicion that it was a show. However, the next beast fighting young master of Snowfield City did have his strength. He had strength and knew how to fight flexibly. After chopping, he would avoid the counterattack of the behemoth. The armor on the important parts of his body would block the cracked stones on the wall.
Because the ground of the battlefield in the middle of the Colosseum was full of sand, it was also called a "sand field" by the slave owners. The sand in the sand field was screened. It was some sand with relatively large particles. Even in the desert sandstorm, it would fly close to the ground. It would not be like the sand in the Colosseum that could float lightly, which would interfere with the viewing.
The "good" battle that the slave owners thought of must be blood-stained in the battlefield. The more it was dyed, the better. Otherwise, it would be considered a failed battle.
In the sand field, the sand was shaken up and hit the surrounding walls, making a rainstorm-like sound.
The axe blade chopped on the behemoth, leaving a blood-red scar. On the huge body of the behemoth, the blood was like a spring, flowing into the sand of the Colosseum.
Madness, in this wide Colosseum, and the shouts and cheers of the slave owners in the stands, brewed and broke out.
The behemoth finally roared unwillingly and fell to the ground.
The young master of Snowfield City raised his axe and shouted as he walked around the Colosseum. The golden armor had been stained red with the blood of the behemoth. Like an Asura in the killing field, the young master of Snowfield City looked quite overbearing and arrogant.
When the Snowfield City's great slave owner, the Snowfield King, saw this scene, he smiled with satisfaction. How could the person who would inherit his throne in the future not have any strength? Today's battle was to let everyone see more of the future Snowfield King.
No matter what other people think, anyway, the Snowfield King thinks that his child is more capable than other families. The complacency on his face has not disappeared until the start of the next battle.
Just as everyone was discussing the future Snowfield King who had just finished the beast battle, in the Rock Tomb City's grandstand area, Shi Shu was holding a delicate wine glass and slowly tasting the wine inside. Hearing the discussions around him, he did not express his opinion. He just smiled, as if he did not care about the peer who was in the limelight.
The first round ended perfectly. After a little cleaning up, the second round began.
Most of the young slave owners liked to watch the competition between beasts. It was exciting to watch, but the older ones preferred to watch the battle between humans and beasts. Therefore, many slaves who were ambitious and wanted to climb up the ranks began to cater to his interests and spontaneously stood up to express their willingness to play.
At the beginning of the second round, the fighting beasts were no longer "just for show".
When the battle really began, it could be seen that this was indeed a thrilling and cruel battle. Unlike the gorgeous show of the opening battle, it was a bloody and cruel beast fighting activity to satisfy the slave owners' intention to have fun.
The slave owners usually raised the fighting beasts to be fat and round, but a few days before the opening of the Colosseum, they would suspend feeding or greatly reduce the feeding of food. They deliberately let them have a little bit of hunger, because this would enhance the ferocity of the fighting beasts.
When these strategically fed fighting beasts were brought to the entrance passage and walked into the battlefield through the opened heavy stone door, these greedy fighting beasts that had been trapped in one place for a long time were finally 'liberated'. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws as they roared towards the sky. Their roars were like rolling thunder, making the entire Colosseum seem to shake. It gave the people in the stands a kind of hair-raising stimulation.
The second game was played by the two senior slaves of Fire Hill City.
Each battle did not limit how many people could participate, so sometimes there were more people participating in the battle, and sometimes there were fewer.
Of the two slaves, one seemed to be physically weak, but it revealed a sense of cleverness and cunning, and its movements were agile when fighting. On the other hand, the other was a complete strength-type slave. Every strike of his was powerful enough. The cooperation of these two people made the battle more enjoyable, at least to the satisfaction of the City Lords.
Without the provocation of the beasts, the fighting beasts that were finally released urgently needed to release their killing intent. People killing beasts, beasts killing people, it was tense and exciting.
Within the Bestial Battle Arena, miserable screams, shouts, strange howls, and cheers were all connected together, forming a vortex within the Bestial Battle Arena that sucked in everyone's emotions. It practically tore apart all other distracting thoughts, leaving only madness.
At the end of the second battle, whether it was the fighting beast or the two slaves, they were all seriously injured. Both sides lost the ability to continue fighting. Finally, the Snowfield City Lord had to judge the end of the second game. As for who won and who lost, it was not important. The important thing was that they enjoyed the process. As for the rest, it was left to the people of Fire Hill City to worry about. After all, the slaves in the second game were their city's people, so losing the face of Fire Hill City was also a loss.
Seeing the anger on the Fire Hill City Lord's face, the Snowfield City Lord's mood was better.
The third game was a contest between the two beasts, between Shaqi City and Skywheel City.
In the gap before the start of the third game, the Luoye City King Su Lun let the slaves around him bring a message to Su Gu.
"Father asked you to prepare for the fourth game." Su Gu's face was complicated. If this collaborator fought to death, wouldn't he lose a lot of benefits?
Shao Xuan was only slightly surprised when he heard this. He said that if Lei and Tuo were forced to play, he would also follow. But now, the third game had just begun, and the people in the fourth game had not been seen. How did Su Lun know?
It seemed that Su Lun did not know anything about the arrangement of Baishi City. He had his means to understand.
"I know." Shao Xuan nodded. He had long been psychologically prepared and was not surprised.
"Also," Su Gu lowered his voice and said to Shao Xuan, "Baishi City is preparing a horned lizard beast that has just been caught not long ago. It has not been enslaved, and its wild nature is very strong. Moreover, the horned lizard beast is not as easily angered as other fighting beasts. It knows how to judge the situation very well. If you intend to use any strategy to induce it to go crazy, and then find a loophole to start, you may not succeed. "
Su Gu told Shao Xuan about the desert horned lizard's habits and fighting methods. The horned lizard beast could rarely be trapped by people. The lure of food and other means had limited effect on them. At the same time, the horned lizard beast's rejection of other creatures was also very strong. If it met other people on the same battlefield, the horned lizard beast would certainly kill all these people, leaving no one alive.
"It is said that the Baishi King told several city lords that the arranged battle would certainly satisfy everyone." Su Gu said.
Under normal circumstances, the beast fighting was a contest between several cities, such as the second and third game. But sometimes, it was arranged by the cities themselves, such as the opening battle of the first game, or the fourth game arranged by Baishi City.
"Can you predict it for yourself?" Su Gu asked.
"No." Shao Xuan replied. He also tried divination, but did not get an exact prediction. But he felt that something big was brewing.
"You have to be careful. If you can't win, then find a chance to avoid it as much as possible. Alas!" Su Gu was not optimistic about Shao Xuan. Even if the three people from Yanjiao played at the same time, even if they could use their peak strength, this was not the mountains or jungles. There was no place to hide, so they could only brace themselves to face it. Besides, Shao Xuan's three people's strength was not very good. In other places, it was okay, but in the Colosseum, a place where the strong were like clouds, it was not enough to look at.
Shao Xuan's breakthrough to a senior totem warrior was not told to others. Therefore, Su Gu did not know that Shao Xuan's strength had improved. Even if he knew, he would still not be optimistic.
"Okay, I'll go down first."
Shao Xuan pulled the hat on his clothes and followed Ai Shi to leave the stands. Behind the stands, there was a staircase leading to the bottom of the Colosseum. From there, they could reach the passage into the battlefield.
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