The opponent in the second quarter

"What's the meaning?"

Scar's eyes looked along Reth's finger and looked at the balcony in the distance. He could not see anything wrong. Any entertainment building had such a special place for the enjoyment of dignitaries. It was not high and too far forward. A person with good jumping ability could even climb up from the arena alone. There was no doubt that in order to prevent this accident, a hazy magic halo was wrapped there.

Reis did not answer, his fingers slightly tilted, pointing to the center of the arena, two teams of gladiators who had begun fighting.

Scar turned around keenly and found a guard outside the lounge looking here. Scar realized that the guard was paying attention to him.

These guards are all humans, natives of Kalean. At least Scar has never seen a vampire in the arena to hold this position. The legend is correct. In Kalean, vampires are nobles and will not lower themselves to do such a job.

"You are being targeted." Reis gently patted Scar's shoulder, then walked aside, closed his eyes and rested.

Scar turned his head and turned his gaze back to the arena. Fighting and fighting continued, blood had flowed all over the ground, and the remaining gladiators were still fighting for their lives.

They had no way to dominate their own destiny, they were just a group of chess pieces. For some reason, Scar suddenly remembered what the old man said at that time. A group of people with similar destinies and no conflict at all were forced to walk onto the arena under the will of others. This is the best interpretation of what the old man said.

This time, the Gladiator team that went out of the lounge where Scar was in failed, and all eight people went out fell on the arena. When the battle ended, the same ringtone declared the end of the fight, and the entrance and exit gates opened, and the victorious gladiators helped each other leave the field amid the cheers of the audience. The servants began to play and clean up the bodies left in the arena. A wounded man from the winner was carefully carried away, and he would receive as much treatment as possible. All the people on the loser were cut and dragged away.

Kalean's gladiator are educated to give gladiators a cruel reality with cold rules and countless examples. That is, the winner may not be able to survive, but the loser may not be able to survive.

The rest left the gladiator and returned from the fixed passage to the Gladiator Academy where they lived.

Because there are only three people left, they all seem empty along the way.

It was not yet noon, and on the training ground outside the academy, the gladiators were practicing hard on various training equipment. Among the people who became prisoners of war, not everyone was strictly trained warriors. Whether they were lazy or did not have this opportunity in the past, they now had to hurry up and make up for this lesson. The academy coaches almost didn't have to make any extra urging, and reality has forced the gladiators to be so diligent that they were almost crazy.

When the scar passed by, people moved aside and looked at him with no idea whether it was envious or respectful eyes. Not everyone has the ability to live in the arena for a year or two without any injuries.

A figure suddenly blocked in front of him.

Scar stopped and raised his chin slightly. In front of him was Shag, one of the coaches of the academy, a very tall guy with an ogre-like figure. Of course, he was also a native of Kalean.

"Scar, you've ended in a tie three times in a row. Maybe I should teach you some rules."

Shag stretched out a tough finger. He was a very clever soldier, otherwise he would not have been a coach, but Scar knew that the other party was actually just a small person. This was further proved by Scar knocking him down on the training ground half a year ago.

"Do you think you can let go of water every time? Tell you that the superiors already think that this situation must be changed! They arranged a good errand for you. It's tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" This made Scar stunned. According to convention, after participating in a gladiator, the gladiators could get at least three days of rest.

"The last time a nobleman caught a desert leopard and sent it to the arena. Tomorrow you will see that kind of beast. Haha, I; I have bought the tickets and can enjoy your performance tomorrow."

Scar walked over Shag without saying a word, and this obvious contemptuous attitude made the latter laugh.

"I promise you that it will be a good opponent. Remember to have a good rest today and don't be unable to sleep. So I won't have fun tomorrow, hahahahaha..."

Scar moves forward all the way toward his own housing prices. Any occupation in the world is treated by ranks, even Gladiator is no exception. He lives in one of the best rooms in the academy and has some privileges. For example, he can ask almost anything from the elderly guard outside, wine, meat, desert fruit, and even women - except for tools for freedom and escape, he can get anything.

Because in addition to daily killings, the arena also requires a particularly grand competition on festivals. These competitions require high-level gladiators.

"Congratulations, I'm back intact again." The guard smiled when he saw Scar. "What do you want me to prepare? A hearty celebration dinner is a good choice. Want a woman?"

"no thanks."

"Why have to be so old-fashioned? Life is in danger, why can't you hold the mentality of being drunk today? I know if the one next door to you? That person can never come back. Although I have been with it for a month, I was still seriously injured in the end."

"I don't plan to die so early."

"Hey, whether you die or not is not in your hands." The old guard may have heard some wind. "You put water too conspicuously, and it is beginning to make people feel unhappy."

"I didn't let the water go."

"It doesn't depend on whether you did it or not. As long as others think you let it go, your fate will be settled."

"What fate? Desert leopard?"

"So you have heard of it. To be honest, you surprised me. When I first saw you, I thought that a young man like you, who would soon disappear. In fact, you are still alive to this day."

"I learn very quickly, and reality is the best teacher."

"Then you'd better give me another accident tomorrow." The old guard sighed slightly. "What do you want to have for dinner? What about barbecue, cider and raisin bread? There's convenient roast lamb here. Also, you really don't plan to have a woman? I can tell you that there are many beautiful women in the city now and the prices are also cheap."

Scar shook his head. If the desert leopard is really as dangerous as they said, then he will need every bit of physical strength tomorrow. Instead of dying after a carnival, it is better to save the last bit of effort and improve his chances of survival.

"The desert leopard is really so dangerous?"

"I can't imagine anyone who can catch a head alive, except those nobles."

"Luckily my mission is not to capture it alive."

Scar turned around and walked towards his room.

"You can always be so rational and restrain yourself, and you should be full of hope. This is really rare." Behind him, the old guard's voice sounded. "Fate is fair. If you can survive this time, maybe you have a chance."

When he heard the word "opportunity", Scar couldn't help but turn around, but the old guard had already left his position and went to arrange a delicious meal he had promised just now.

The next day, when it was dawn, Scar was woken up and brought to the arsenal. Each gladiator could choose his own weapon in the arsenal before participating in the competition. Of course, this process was strictly monitored to prevent them from hiding a gadget and using it for certain unsuitable uses.

This time, there were three coaches by Scar, one of them was Shag with a smug smile on his face.

"This time the boss allows you to choose a good weapon. Otherwise, this showdown will be of little interest."

Scar walked into the small door on the side of the arsenal. This was his first time entering here. This is also part of the arsenal, with weapons arranged neatly. But the difference is that the number of weapons here is much smaller, and any of them has a halo, an energy that cannot be explained clearly, but can be felt.

"Magic Weapon!" Scar gasped. He had to show up with a magic weapon, which means that this fight was not that simple. This is enough to explain why the smile on Shag's face was so bright.

"Today there is a noble audience, so a gladiator must be organized in a sufficiently high-end battle, and you cannot just pull a few idiots to the field to make up the numbers."

Scar looked around in the arsenal, with all kinds of equipment here. He walked towards a pair of magic armor, but was immediately blocked.

"It can only be a weapon?" He looked at the coach who was blocking the way and received a positive answer from the other party's eyes.

Scar turned his head and looked at the weapon stand for a long time. Spear, long sword, long sword with both hands, battle axe, warhammer, shackle, dagger, everything you should have.

"I want this." Scar finally stopped on a sword. It was a sword that looked inconspicuous, with a black and red hilt, and a simple wooden scabbard. He picked up the sword, as expected, with a very good sense of weight.

For some reason, all three coaches looked at him with weird eyes.

"What's wrong? Isn't it okay?" Scar pulled his sword out of the sheath. Suddenly, he felt a sting of coldness and bone marrow on his hand. This feeling came from the hilt of the sword, invading the palm and seeping up to the wrist.

But Scar had known that this was a magic weapon. He tightly pinched the hilt of the sword. For a moment, he had the illusion that the flesh and blood on his palm had been stuck to the metal. When this feeling finally faded, Scar felt an ancient and cold force surged on the sword, like death.

"You have to choose it, of course it's okay. Although this sword... is usually used for nobles."
Chapter completed!