BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
BAM! BAM! BAM! The collisions of iron fists and sharp claws, together with the roaring cheers, were echoing in the empty space deep inside the forest. A bunch of gladiators were enjoying the competition of two experts in a circle.
The one on the left was the leader of the bull-horned muscular men.
The one on the right, who was dealing with the attack unhurriedly, was Li Yao.
"Moo!"
The leader of the bull-horned muscular men roared. His arm suddenly became twice as thick as before, with circles of veins entangled on it like the threads of a nail. The punch was mixed with a tricky helical force. Even though Li Yao had crossed his arms to block it, he was still blown away. The veins on the leader's arm, on the other hand, twisted in the opposite direction instantly, like a tightened rope that had been loosened. Then, a new force was unleashed and pressed Li Yao's chest heavily.
Li Yao retreated seven or eight steps in a row and heavily crashed into a big tree, causing the leaves to sway. He waved his hand repeatedly and said with a smile, "I don't want to fight anymore. Brother Mo's' Coiling Python Force 'has already reached 70% completion. I am not your opponent."
Li Yao had limited his strength and speed to seven percent. He could not use the strength of Jin Dan or his spiritual energy. With only seven percent of his strength, he was indeed no match for the leader of the bull-horned muscular men.
It was the seventh day since Li Yao had arrived at the Skeleton Island.
After the first battle, they had become official gladiators from new blood. But they were not in a hurry to arrange a second battle. Instead, they were caged deep inside the Skeleton Island for further training.
Although they were called cages, in Li Yao's eyes, the place was indeed an out-and-out training camp.
Every day, they would be given strengthening drugs that contained a lot of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Li Yao was not clear about the standard of the strengthening drugs in the Blood Demon Sector. But all he knew was that, according to the standards of the Tian Yuan Realm, they were all the rarely-seen products. Even the elites of the Nine Elite Universities might not be qualified to take them.
In addition, there was also an unlimited supply of all kinds of demon beast meat that contained spiritual energy. Even when Li Yao swallowed seven whales in one go, the guards didn't even frown. Instead, they brought him more food.
Apart from that, they also received information balls. It was also a comprehensive upgrade. Many intermediate and high-level Demon Generals and even Demon Kings had battle experience.
Ordinary gladiators might not be able to understand that kind of flashy and mysterious battle scene. But to Li Yao, with these combat experiences, he was like a fish in water!
In the special training camp, all the gladiators were mixed together. Other than the new blood, there were also a lot of veterans who had participated in multiple games. Some of them were tough warriors who had won five games in a row and regained their freedom, but they were still working as tutors on the Skeleton Island.
Under such circumstances, all the gladiators would naturally work together. Gradually, they got to know each other. The leader of the bull-horned muscular demons and Li Yao, an expert who nailed a Soul-Splitting Behemoth to death with a javelin at the critical moment, gradually became the central figures among the new blood.
Li Yao knew that the leader of the bull-horned muscular demons was named 'Mo Tiesheng'. He used to live in the Cloud Vast Swamp with his compatriots. The Cloud Vast Swamp, just like the Hundred Desolation Mountain, was one of the most dangerous places in the Blood Demon Sector. There were a lot of demon beasts, and they made a living by hunting demon beasts in the first place. After generations of cruel competitions where the strong preyed on the weak, they had developed such a strong body.
The battle between the Coalition Army of Demons and the Blade of Chaos had also affected the village. Under the savaging of the war, they had to leave their hometown. As a result, they ran into the slave-catchers of Void Turmoil City.
Powerful as the naturally-endowed techniques of the Red Blood Bronze Bulls and the Fire Kirin were, they could not resist the barrage of the acid cannons and the bone piercing spears. Many of their compatriots who dared to resist were killed. The rest of them, on the other hand, were paralyzed by the hallucinogenic drugs. When they woke up, they were already tied up and could not move at all.
Therefore, Mo Tiesheng hated the high and mighty nobles' guts.
The situation of the other gladiators was more or less the same. Most of them had been living in the borderlands where demon beasts were abundant. But because of the scourge of war, they had suffered unexpected disasters and ended up in this place. From ignorant hunters in the wilderness, they had been carefully refined into powerful slaughter weapons.
"Something is indeed wrong with the operation of the Skeleton Island!"
Li Yao was deep in thought.
Chaotic-blood demons were certainly not synonymous with weaklings. In fact, their potential was even higher than that of many black-blood demons and bronze-blood demons.
Before, the discriminated chaotic-blood demons were mostly distributed in the corners of the Blood Demon Sector. They were loose sand and could not cause any trouble.
However, through the slave trade, the chaotic-blood demons who were full of fury and hated the nobles' guts were gathered in Void Turmoil City, and the most disobedient ones among them were sent to the Skeleton Island to receive such mysterious, harsh, and effective training.
Naturally, it could be explained that only through such refinements could the gladiators have the most exciting matches and even become the sharpest claws and teeth of the nobles.
However, would the claws and teeth not rip the throats of the nobles in return?
Not to mention anything else, how could they allow all the gladiators to be raised together freely without strict monitoring? Would it not be convenient for the gladiators to communicate with each other?
That was indeed the case.
After only a few days, Mo Tiesheng had already established enormous prestige among the gladiators and vaguely became their big brother. Li Yao and the other gladiators also established their positions with their overwhelming strength. Many gladiators obeyed their every command, too.
While they were chatting in the middle of the night, there was no telling who started it, but they began to talk about the reason why they were captured and brought to the Skeleton Island. Hearing that everyone's experiences were so similar, the fire of sympathy for each other and hatred for the enemy secretly flowed in their eyes.
In the past, they were like a sheet of loose sand, but now, they had built the most basic organization.
If the gladiators rose up to resist, the experts such as Mo Tiesheng and Li Yao would be the natural leaders!
"This is a natural training camp for the rebel army!"
While he was pondering, Mo Tiesheng smelled a pungent odor. He sat down next to him and stared at the gladiators who were training hard far away.
"We will be able to go home after we win four more games," Mo Tiesheng said slowly.
Although he was unparalleled in the arena, in private, Mo Tiesheng's personality was rather simple and honest. His greatest goal was to lead his people back to their homeland and live the poor but peaceful life they used to have.
Before Li Yao replied, laughter that sounded like crows echoed behind them. An old man who was covered in gray feathers, whose skin was wrinkled, and whose eyes were bloodshot approached them.
The old man's name was Ba Mingsong. He used to be a gladiator, too, but his wings were broken in a battle. Although he luckily survived, he was too weak to fight anymore.
He worked as a servant and a masseur in the training camp. Occasionally, he would answer the questions of the new gladiators, too. He was more or less an unimportant person.
But at this moment, mysterious brilliance beamed out of Ba Mingsong's eyes. He chuckled and craned his long neck. "Do you really think that it is so easy to let you go home? In your dreams!"
Mo Tiesheng glared at him. "Is the master of the Skeleton Island not a man of his word?"
Ba Mingsong sneered. "Of course, the master of the Skeleton Island is a man of his word. But you have to know that you will not be free after you win five games, but after you win five games in a row! It's just a difference of one word, but the difference is too big! "
"Crazy Bull, Bloody Claw, the two of you are among the most distinguished of the new gladiators that have been sent here in recent years. You are almost the cash cows of the Colosseum. How can we let you leave so easily?"
After they entered the Skeleton Island, their names lost their significance. According to the features of the gladiators, they were given the most vulgar code names. Mo Tiesheng was named 'Mad Bull', and Li Yao was' Bloody Claw '.
Blinking his eyes, Ba Mingsong lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you something. There are plenty of ways to keep you here. For example, after you win four games in a row, a tough and unbeatable enemy will be arranged for you in the fifth game. You will have to start all over again after you fail in one game!
"Or, you can be given certain drugs that are very effective but can only be triggered if you take them continuously. Of course, the drugs will be free at the beginning, but after you taste the strength, you will have to pay for them later! No money? That's easy. Borrow from the Skeleton Island! As long as you borrow the first sum of money, you will never be able to rise again. Even if you win five games in a row and regain your freedom, you will still have to stay on the Skeleton Island or work for other nobles! "
Mo Tiesheng sniffed. "So to speak, we will never be able to make a name for ourselves on the Skeleton Island?"
"Make a name for ourselves? Hehe. Hehehehe! "
Ba Mingsong chuckled and said, "Even if you do regain your freedom and return to your hometown, will you ever be able to make a name for yourself? In the Blood Demon Sector, the silver-blood demons and the bronze-blood demons will always be the high and mighty sky, and the black-blood demons and the chaotic-blood demons will always be the humblest soil and ants. Is there any difference between us on the Skeleton Island and somewhere else?
"Right now, soldiers are being recruited on a large scale. You will be killed if you work as a gladiator on the Skeleton Island, and you will also be killed if you are sent to the Tian Yuan Realm as cannon fodder. What kind of name do you want to make a name for yourself?"
Mo Tiesheng was rendered speechless for a moment.
Li Yao, however, thought of something and observed Ba Mingsong in secret. He felt that the demon's face was creepy and his eyes were mysterious. It was obvious that he was much more than a simple servant.
As he expected, Ba Mingsong's head turned quickly. Seeing that nobody was around, he said in a low voice, "Unless, under the guidance of God Chaos, we overthrow the reign of the silver-blood demons and the bronze-blood demons and restore the status of the black-blood demons and the chaotic-blood demons, that will be our real name for ourselves!"
Brilliance flashed in Mo Tiesheng's bull eyes. He grabbed Ba Mingsong's wings and asked, "Are you the Blade of Chaos?"
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