Chapter 224 [Totem of Power]
Then came the second, third, and fourth games...
The further back in time, the stronger the gladiators become and the more intense the fights become.
However, in the end, it was almost always a pyrrhic victory after both sides suffered heavy losses. The fighters selected by the organizers were all of similar strength, and the long and intense battles could please and satisfy the upper-class people who watched the fights.
The nobles were madly seeking pleasure in this blood feast.
In their eyes, the life of a slave gladiator was probably no different from that of an animal that could be slaughtered at will.
As Ryan watched the bodies being dragged out, he remembered the words that the squinty-eyed Metternich often said: certain dark classes really deserve to be destroyed.
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Finally, it’s time for the eighth game!
The last ones to appear are all high-level extraordinary people of the third level.
"Now, welcome our gladiators..."
At this moment, the host announced the entry of the gladiators, and the entire stands erupted in cheers that were louder than the last.
"Viper!"
"Viper!"
"Viper!"
“…”
Except for some guys who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and bet on the underdog, almost everyone placed a big bet on that "Barbarian Viper".
Along with the cheers, several strong men wearing iron hoods came out, pulling chains. A few meters behind them, a tall brown-skinned warrior was chained with seven or eight chains. His upper body was naked, with a faded snake-shaped totem painted on it. He walked out slowly, like he was leading a wild tiger.
Ryan saw the totem pattern on the Coleman warrior's body, his pupils shrank, and he murmured in his heart: "A warrior from the Mountain Snake Tribe."
He also guessed the organizer's malicious intentions.
If the Mafa witch priests saw this scene, they would know it was a trap and would definitely choose to rush to save people. This scene was to stimulate the nerves of the "big fish" that sneaked into the city.
The Coleman warrior was pushed into the octagonal cage, and after the iron chain was untied, he rushed madly towards the gladiator named "Iron Head Jack" on the opposite side. For the Coleman warrior, these "invaders" all deserved to die, so he was extremely ruthless!
As soon as the two sides met, there was no hesitation and they went straight into a life-and-death fight.
The gladiator was very sturdy, about two meters tall, but compared to Coleman's warrior who was more than three meters tall, his height, arm span and leg length were far behind.
Although both of them are third-level transcendents, Warrior Coleman's physique is obviously much stronger.
Boom, boom, boom, boom…
The two men collided violently, without using any weapons, and just punched each other flesh to flesh.
At the beginning, that [Iron Head Jack] could still hold out for a few rounds, but as time went on, the Coleman tribe's superior physical strength advantage became more apparent.
The Coleman warriors who were able to be captured alive must be the elite of the tribe. When dealing with ordinary people with weak physiques, their combat effectiveness is at least half a level higher than that of the extraordinary level.
There was almost no suspense in the battle. From beginning to end, Coleman warriors continued to beat up "Iron Head Jack".
In the end, he hammered the gladiator into a ball of meat like a mad bear.
The battle was over, and the Coleman warrior's fists were stained with his opponent's blood, and he looked at everyone in the stands with hatred.
Ryan looked at it and let out a sigh. He survived, but... this ending did not make him feel very happy.
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"Viper!"
"Viper!"
“…”
There was another wave of cheers from the stands because this "barbarian" helped them win money.
Just when Ryan thought the fight was over tonight, something unexpected happened.
Those people did not open the box to let the Coleman warrior out, and at this time, the host came on stage again.
He held the loudspeaker and shouted excitedly: "Dear audience, the most exciting extra round is here! A talented fighter from the Omar Empire is ready to challenge our 'Barbarian Viper' who has won 37 consecutive games!"
When everyone heard this, they started cheering again!
"Haha, another extra round!"
"I don't know what surprises this time will bring us. Every time we have an extra match, the organizers always bring in some unexpected masters..."
"Isn't it? Moreover, the odds of the extra game will be very high. Tsk tsk, I just felt that I didn't win much just now, now I have to take a closer look..."
“…”
The gamblers also became excited.
The host introduced passionately: "Next, please welcome the fighting genius from the Oma Empire, the honorable 'Lionheart Viscount' Lord Um Lopez! "
When Ryan heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly: "It's that guy! He's not dead?"
The eldest son of the chairman of the "Sunflower Chamber of Commerce", Um Lopez, who once had a conflict at the "Plague Base"!
His own sister died in his own hands!
"This is quite interesting... Those red-robed wizards actually teleported this guy away..."
Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the guy with a cloak covering his head walking towards the octagonal cage mysteriously.
When the host introduced the identity of the man in the cloak, the audience was also excited.
"Wow... the slave owner actually participated in the competition!"
"He is actually the eldest son of the Lopez family."
“…”
Except for professional gamblers, almost all the people in the stands are rich or noble.
Many people have heard of this "Umm Lopez".
The slave business is the most profitable business besides genetic potions and a few resource monopoly industries.
The president of the "Sunflower Chamber of Commerce" seems to be Minister of Commerce Omar, but the largest shareholder is actually the Lopez family to which Queen Omar belongs.
The Lopez family also owns the largest slave trading company in Oma, and they are also the largest "slave owners"!
Seeing the "slave owner" personally fighting in the arena made everyone even more excited.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that Viscount Omar would also take part. This gladiatorial contest is starting to get interesting."
"I've heard of that guy. He's a rare fighting genius in the Oma Imperial City. It's said that he's never been defeated in a third-level extraordinary battle..."
"Haha, it's just some tricks played by the nobles. How can they not be defeated? Ridiculous... I'm afraid that kind of rookie has never seen blood!"
"Hey, the odds are pretty close... It looks like the organizer thinks Umu has a good chance of winning."
"Damn, do we even need to choose? When have you ever seen the odds of 'Viper' being more than three times higher? Most likely, the noble young masters feel invincible in the noble circle, and they arrogantly want to test their true abilities. Just wait and see, in just a few rounds, that guy will be beaten to death by the barbarians, and a high-level extraordinary person will come to save the situation..."
"I think so, too. The dealer is trying to trick us into buying the underdog! Anyway, I'm going to bet all on Viper. Three million is a sure win!"
"Hehe, such high odds are obviously meant to lure us in. Although I think the dog dealer is up to something, I'll still... bet all on 'Viper'!"
“…”
Gamblers began placing bets again, but almost everyone still bet on Coleman.
This odds is the highest that "Viper" has ever had.
After all, that Wum Lopez was a fighting genius, but he was also a third-order extraordinary. Invincible in the same level? Haha, it was just a fig leaf for the nobles' fighting games.
"Viper" has already proved with his strength who is truly invincible in the same level!
Ryan listened to the conversation among the gamblers and felt that Coleman's fighters had a better chance of winning.
Perhaps, as the gamblers said, this guy just came to test his strength.
The young master Wum whom he had seen before was indeed very strong, but he was only very strong among ordinary humans.
If he really fights against Coleman Warrior, even if he is proficient in many profound martial arts, he will not have any advantage at all. The absolute strength, fighting spirit, height and arm length are too different. The combat experience accumulated by Coleman Warrior in fighting against Warcraft since childhood is definitely not comparable to that of a noble young master who grew up in a greenhouse...
Just a second before Young Master Wum took off his cloak, Ryan still believed in his own idea .
But when he took off his cloak, Ryan's face changed drastically.
…
"Next, please welcome our Lord Viscount Wum to the stage!"
The host gave a passionate introduction, collected enough bets, and then announced the start of the fight.
At this moment, the guy with the cloak covering his face slowly untied the cloak on his head, revealing a cold face. What was surprising was that there were some mysterious totem patterns on his face!
Seeing this, Ryan was shocked and almost blurted out: "Elder Habu's [Totem of Power]! How could it be on this guy!"
All Coleman people will draw totems on their skin, but only the elders are qualified to refine those divine totems.
[Fire Totem] was taken away by Kipling Winster, the patriarch of the Winster family, one of the five major families in Glory City;
The [Wood Totem] fell into the hands of Dea Vanilla, the [Black Witch] of the "Ten Legends";
More than a month later, Coleman's number one warrior, Hab, will be auctioned off, and his [Totem of Strength] actually appears here!
"Those guys actually had this idea..."
When Ryan saw the totem glittering on Wum's face, his eyes became extremely gloomy.
This "bait" really makes people want to kill that guy!
…
"Hey... why does Young Master Wumu also have a barbarian totem painted on his face?"
"I don't know... Could it be that this thing can enhance combat power?"
"Haha, playing tricks..."
“…”
Those gamblers also saw this scene, but few of them recognized the [Totem of Strength].
When the Coleman warrior in the cage saw the totem on Young Master Um's body, he became like a bull with red eyes. He pounced on the cage and roared madly at the outside of the cage.
But Ryan understood Coleman's hysterical curse: I will kill you, you damn invader!
At this moment, Ryan's heart also felt cold.
When he saw the totem on Wum's face and the cold expression, he knew that this battle... would be difficult.
"Tonight's ninth gladiatorial contest begins now!"
At the host's command, the staff at the fighting arena carefully opened a door of the cage.
At this moment, the Coleman warrior rushed over madly, looking like he wanted to rush out of the cage and kill the cloaked young master Um.
But at this moment, suddenly there was a loud "bang" in the air!
Ryan's pupils shrank, and he cried out in his heart: "Not good!"
He was very familiar with this move, but the speed was far beyond his expectations, even beyond the scope of visual capture.
He quickly shifted his gaze to the door of the cage.
Sure enough, I just saw the cloaked shadow staying in the same place, but the next moment, I heard a muffled sound like a cannon fire.
At the door of the octagonal cage, the Coleman fighter who was about to rush out was caught off guard and kicked in the chest.
A wave of air vibrated visibly.
"Bang!"
The tall figure flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground of the arena.
Seeing this scene, the gamblers in the stands were all shocked.
The "Viper", who had won 37 games in a row and was invincible, was actually kicked away?
"This... How is it possible!?"
"The power of Master Wumu's kick was so strong that it could actually send a powerful barbarian flying? No way, could it be that Viper was careless?"
"It doesn't look like he was careless. Judging from the force of that kick, it must have been quite strong..."
"Didn't you see how fast Master Wumu was charging? Without the support of absolute explosive power, even the [Ultimate Divine Movement] couldn't reach such a terrifying speed."
"Fuck it, the dog village has tricked us again! There must be something strange about that noble boy from Omar, otherwise, even a third-level extraordinary person with pure strength wouldn't be able to kick like that, let alone a fourth-level one!"
"No wonder the odds are so similar, it turns out that Wumu is so strong..."
“…”
A battle that originally seemed like a foregone conclusion suddenly turned into a stalemate between two evenly matched opponents.
No one expected that an ordinary human being could compete with the "barbarians" in strength and not lose at all!
The Coleman warriors attacked Umm frantically with the intention of killing her.
Wum was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a sneer on his face, which was exactly what the opponent wanted. His every move showed his calmness and ruthlessness, and the whistling wind from his fists already had an aura of his own.
That was his own fist!
Ryan narrowed his eyes and looked at the fierce flame lion that was slowly condensed from the fighting spirit overflowing from Young Master Wum's body. His expression was full of solemnity. He thought to himself : "This guy has reached the threshold of 'transforming intention with power' as Bazel said..."
Having spent a lot of time with Basel and the others these days, his horizons have naturally broadened. He can see that the "power" gathered by Wum is not simple at all, but brutal and violent.
When Ryan saw this, he suddenly realized: that guy also wanted to use this to concentrate his "fist spirit"!
Wumu became more and more courageous as the battle went on, but with the blessing of the [Divine Power Totem], he made up for the difference in strength and even had a slight advantage. The two sides fought back and forth, punching each other to the flesh, and it was very tragic.
Bang! Bang! Bang…
It's a head-on fighting style, with all kinds of high-level fighting techniques going back and forth, which is dazzling.
[Spirit Movement] is flexible and changeable, [Cannon Fist] is extremely lethal, [Rain Cutting] is a smooth and flowing kick, [Ten Hands], [Vajra]...
There is no conspiracy or intrigue, just a head-on confrontation!
The Coleman soldier was beaten so hard that he vomited blood. Wumu was not much better, his face was also covered in blood, but he looked even more ferocious. Both sides showed the ferocious look of wanting to kill the other!
"I see……"
Ryan also saw it, and finally experienced what the "soul of martial arts" is!
This Wum, his martial arts seemed to be integrated with his body, and his fists and feet were full of the "kingly power of the flaming lion".
Ryan looked at it and felt vaguely that he understood something, but it was not quite real and he could not grasp it.
He stared coldly at the two people fighting fiercely in the arena, his mind racing with thoughts: "Fortunately, that guy got the [Divine Power Totem] not long ago, otherwise he would have been able to advance to the next level, and his power would have grown to a terrifying level..."
Ryan was confident that he could advance to the third level and would definitely not be worse than this guy, and might even be much stronger.
But... now he was worried about something else.
[Divine Power Totem] not only increases strength, but also restores fighting spirit. The longer the battle lasts, the greater the advantage.
Tonight, that Coleman warrior is in danger!
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While the gladiatorial contest in the Oak Tavern was in full swing, the sky outside the tavern had already darkened.
When night falls, the zombies are most active.
At this time, the guards on the city wall were looking forward to it, each holding a musket.
With such high walls and powerful guns, the zombie tide every night is a welfare activity that gives them money.
But today, it was very strange. It was almost midnight, but it was eerily quiet outside the city. Not even a single zombie was seen.
"Eh... That's weird. Why aren't there any zombies today? Hey, I finally got naturalized, spent money to get a job as a city patroller, and was hoping to earn some extra money by patrolling at night. What's going on?"
"Who knows? Maybe we have stayed in the Mechanical City for too long, and the zombies nearby have been almost cleared out?"
"That's not right. If we clean it up a bit, there should be three or two small skeletons."
"Hey, look, isn't that coming? No! It seems... a little too much?"
"Oh no! There are super-large zombies, an S-level zombie tide, quickly sound the alarm!"
