"Take it down!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a soldier touched his big-bellied belly and commanded mercilessly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He looked at the young man's eyes, three points surprised, seven points indifferent.

Not bad.

The boy single-handedly defeated 150 opponents, which was indeed breaking the record of the "Meat Grinder Contest", and even three times the highest record, but it still did not change his fate to die in this duel arena.

"Click!"

Heavy chains, roasted on the boy's hands and feet, dragged him like an animal, and dragged him to the cage-like dwelling beside the gladiatorial arena.

Even if he won 150 opponents alone, it was just to win the smile of those nobles, his identity was still as lowly as a mustard, and his fate was destined not to change.

Ten days later, the boy was once again pulled into the gladiatorial arena, and the number of opponents he faced increased again, to 160.

This time, Xiao Jue witnessed this inhumane hand-to-hand fight from beginning to end.

One prisoner after another, as if he was not dying, attacked the young man, the young man's eyes, cold and sharp, like a wild beast, he waved his arms like crazy, and every time, a prisoner of war was knocked down.

But even so, his body was inevitably attacked by those prisoners of war, and there were wounds of all sizes.

Blood even overflowed from his mouth, but he seemed to be unconscious, just waving his arms numbly, and his eyes were stubborn and cold.

Xiao Jue couldn't help but gasp, this "meat grinding competition" is really cruel, this is completely taking other people's lives for fun!

"Hahahaha... It's fun, hit, hit! ”

"Kill this kid, which one can leave a wound on his body, and he will not die!"

....

However, these aristocrats who were watching around had no pity at all, and they watched the "performance" in front of them as if they were watching the cattle fight, and even applauded and applauded, and offered the tempting conditions of the prisoners of war not to beat the young man with their lives.

"Ahh

The young man let out a beast-like roar, picked up the body of one of the prisoners of war, and then took himself as the center of the circle, waved the body of the prisoner of war, and knocked out the last dozen prisoners of war.

Won.

Once again, the boy won.

However, even if you win, it is meaningless, it is just a time to delay death, and to gain the glory of nothingness when you die.

This kind of despair that knows that death is just around the corner, but has to struggle desperately every day, can be seen in the cold and stubborn eyes of this young man.

The heavy iron chains once again roasted the young man's hands.

10 days, 10 days, another 10 days....

Today, the number of opponents faced by this teenager has risen to 290, which has never appeared in the entire history of the "Meat Grinding Competition", you know, the highest record of this "Meat Grinding Competition" is only 50 opponents!

But this teenager has to face 290 today, nearly six times the highest record!

The entire gladiatorial arena was occupied by the nobles, who craned their necks, looking forward to the "show" that the young man brought with his life.

Xiao Jue stood in a corner where he couldn't intervene in the scene, frowning fiercely, the last time he faced 280 opponents, this teenager was almost knocked down, and now his injuries have not healed, how can he beat these 290 opponents!?

"Good!! Hit him, beat him! ”

"Come on, hit hard!"

....

In the inhumane shouts of the nobles, the young man's body was almost overwhelmed by layers of human walls, and if it weren't for his constant roars, Xiao Jue would almost have thought that he had died under the beating of these prisoners of war.

"Ah!!h

There was a deafening roar, the young man's eyes were red, all kinds of bruises were particularly conspicuous on his body, his arms, chest, back, abdomen, and even his face, and there was blood flowing from his wounds, or from those prisoners of war.

An hour, a full hour.

Of the 290 prisoners of war, there are only twenty or thirty left, and the young man's body has long been unable to see a piece of finished flesh, only hideous wounds and blood stains.

In the midst of the wailing prisoners of war, the young man, like a bloody man, stood stubbornly, with a ferocity like a beast in his eyes.

The remaining twenty or thirty prisoners of war, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to step forward, you know, this young man, but alone, defeated them all, so terrible, is it still human!?

"Oh, he's no longer good!"

"Yes, if we can defeat him, we can live!"

....

The prisoners of war glanced at each other, and a flash of determination flashed in their eyes, and they rushed towards the young man, whose body had begun to crumble, and the movements of his hands had slowed down a lot.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Jue's eyes couldn't help but turn red, but these damned nobles had no mercy at all, as if the lives of these people were not lives at all!

"Bang!"

When he punched the last prisoner of war, the young man's body was also half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body was covered with blood, and the color of his skin was completely invisible.

"Hahaha, this 9863 is good, next time, it should be 300 opponents!"

"Isn't it, the record of this 'meat grinding competition' is just afraid that it will not be broken again!"

"Next time, I must come and see it, it's very interesting!"

....

In the midst of the inhumane conversation of the nobles, the young man's body was carried back by the officials of the gladiatorial arena, who only treated him with the simplest wounds and stopped the bleeding, and then left him to lie on the straw mat and fend for himself.

This is also due to the fact that this teenager has set the highest record in the "Meat Grinding Competition", if other people are injured after the competition, they will not be able to bandage and stop the bleeding at all.

The boy lay on the straw mat, gasping tiredly, his bright and stubborn eyes covered with a faint layer of despair.

In 10 days, he will face 300 opponents, and this may be the end of his life. When he faced 290 opponents today, he was already dead, and after 10 days, he was afraid that his injuries would not recover, and facing 300 opponents, it was simply a fantasy.

Are you going to die....

desperately wants to live, but in the end, he still can't escape the fate of dying in the gladiatorial arena. Is this what happened to "lowly" slaves like them!?

PS actually has the leader of the alliance, this baby is dying and sits up in shock, plus more offered!