Chapter 397: Ye Feng Plays

The excitement of blood was not only for the gladiators of the Diya royal family, but also for everyone watching. . .

Ye Feng watched quietly, every movement could not avoid Ye Feng's divine sense, his soul power had already reached the peak of the early stage of Immortal Martial Realm, and was approaching the middle stage.

With a distance of several thousand meters, every move is under control, and I was deeply surprised by the powerful body of the gladiator of the Dia royal family.

The fourth gladiator didn't show any expression. When he walked to the arena, he chose another way, wrestling, and rushed up directly, hugging the gladiator of the Dia royal family.

The situation changed as expected, the two bodies fell to the ground at the same time, entangled with each other, their fists hit each other's body like rain, making a crisp bang bang sound.

This situation lasted for several breaths, and the scene fell into a stillness. The two gladiators suddenly stopped moving, and no one knew what happened.

After waiting for a few breaths, one of them stood up, and the other remained motionless, as if dead.

"Roar!"

Standing up was the gladiator of the Diya royal family. He saw blood on his hands and was looking at the ground. The face of the gladiator of the Persian royal family had already been distorted, and his face was blown off by a punch.

The people at the scene were numb, and even forgot to shout, watching this murderous maniac quietly.

fifth person...

sixth person...

...

tenth person

fifteenth person

...

One by one died, and only the last three of the twenty gladiators remained, and they were also the strongest gladiators.

The arena had already been covered in blood. The gladiator from the Diya royal family beheaded seventeen people in a row. This simply overturned the Persian royal family. It was simply unacceptable. This is a demon, not a human being.

Now everyone starts to wonder, can the last three gladiators really be able to turn the tide?

The iron fence continued to rise, and the eighteenth gladiator appeared. Blood was everywhere in the oval-shaped arena. Some people were pierced through the stomach, some were blown off their heads, and some had their hands and feet broken, lying on the ground crying.

A hell on earth!

Hai'er was expressionless,

It seemed to be completely numb, only the eldest prince Diya was drinking tea leisurely, crossing his legs, very comfortable.

"Uncle Hai, my gladiators are not bad. They are no worse than those of the Persian royal family. It's a pity that the Persian royal family can't come up with a gladiator that can compete with our Dia royal family. This is not a level contest at all!"

The eldest prince Dia had a sarcastic tone!

"snort!"

Hai Wuya snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a man in golden armor came out from behind. It was the general who had just entered the cage to talk to twenty gladiators.

"Is there a way to defeat this gladiator!"

Hai Wuya sent a voice transmission to the general.

"It's very difficult to return to the emperor, and the remaining three people probably died in vain!"

The man in golden armor showed a look of helplessness. In the blink of an eye, the eighteenth gladiator died.

"Are you really going to marry Hai'er into the royal family of Diya?" Hai Wuya showed a vicissitudes of life smile.

"You do everything you can to find me a few gladiators, and you must not let the Diya royal family win this duel!"

Hai Wuya showed a sinister look, and transmitted the sound again.

"My lord, there is not much time left for us now. It is impossible to find a gladiator again, and the time is too late. There is still one person in the prison. Judging by his appearance, he is probably going to die!"

The man in the golden armor didn't know Ye Feng's identity. Ye Feng was imprisoned here and mistakenly thought that Ye Feng was a gladiator.

"No matter who it is, pull it out for me. As long as I can defeat the Diya royal family, I can agree to any request. Even if I can't win, I have to delay time."

Hai Wuya didn't think about other things, as long as there are people, he must delay time and find a more powerful gladiator.

"Subordinates to do it immediately!"

The armored man left, and after a cup of tea, he returned to the basement.

And the nineteenth gladiator announced his death, leaving only one of the twenty gladiators of the Persian royal family standing quietly in front of the iron fence. He witnessed all this with his own eyes, and a total of nineteen people died in front of him.

"Open the door!"

The armored man went back and forth, opened Ye Feng's cell door, and walked in.

"I don't care who you are, you have to fight for me now, defeat your opponent, you will be free, and even get a lot of rewards, don't fight, just kill!"

After speaking, the armored man drew out his sword and pointed at Ye Feng. If Ye Feng refused, he would probably kill Ye Feng directly.

"Forget the benefits, if I win, as long as I can be free!"

Facing the long sword of the armored man, Ye Feng flicked his fingers and said indifferently.

"Come out, let me tell you the rules, gladiators are not allowed to use martial arts, and are not allowed to kick the lower genitals..."

The armored man said some rules, but it was just a formality. He never thought that Ye Feng could win, but just pretended to make time for himself.

The basement is dark and damp, and Ye Feng would be very happy if he could change it. As long as he is in the Persian royal family, He Luo has nothing to do with him.

"Go, it will be your turn to play in a while!"

The armored man didn't talk nonsense, and led Ye Feng towards the entrance.

As he walked forward, the deafening shouts could clearly reach Ye Feng's ears, and the blood in his body began to boil, especially the five drops of Shura's essence blood, as if he had received some kind of call, and jumped excitedly.

Ye Feng was taken aback for a moment, Shura's essence and blood seemed to have bumped into his companion.

After sending Ye Feng to the iron fence, the armored man left. Ye Feng looked at the fierce battle in the field, and the Shura essence and blood in his body rioted more and more fiercely.

"So it turns out that the body of this gladiator from the Diya royal family has been transformed by Shura's essence and blood, so his body is so powerful!"

Ye Feng said secretly.

The armored man returned to the high platform, and gently communicated with Hai Wuya.

After a fierce fight, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family was seriously injured, and finally hurt the gladiator of the Dia royal family, leaving a long gash on his chest, bleeding horizontally.

"Roar!"

The gladiators of the Diya royal family were completely enraged, killing 19 people in a row, which consumed a lot of energy, panting like a cow, staring at the Persian gladiators not far away.

He wiped the blood from his chest, put it on his mouth and licked it, and a strong smell of blood came out.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, the gladiators of the Diya royal family were not human at all, they had no feelings, they were just killing machines, taking pleasure in killing people.

While the opponent was panting, the last gladiator of the Persian royal family made a move, and his fist was like a gust of wind, hitting the head of the royal gladiator of Dia.

quick!

Incomparably fast, if this punch hits, the gladiator of Dia royal family will be crushed to death.

Many people stood up, stretched their necks into the arena, and witnessed the death of the gladiators of the royal family of Dia with their own eyes.

As long as she is a Persian, her heart is in her throat. If she wins, the princess will naturally not have to marry to Dia.

Hai Wuya clenched his fists tightly. Seeing the fists getting closer, he wished he could personally contribute to the flames and blow up the Dia Gladiator.

And the gladiator of Dia royal family turned a blind eye, watching the fist enlarge in his eyes little by little, and had no intention of making a move.

one meter!

Three feet!

Two feet!

One foot!

As they got closer, both sides could even smell each other's violent panting, and a strong smell of blood emanated from each other's bodies.

Thirty centimeters, twenty centimeters, ten centimeters, they are only a punch away from the head of the gladiator of the Diya royal family.

Everyone waited quietly to see how this punch blows the head of the Dia royal gladiator.

"laugh!"

An imperceptible sound appeared, and the gladiator of the Diya royal family raised his right hand like a magic spell, tightly grasping the fist that was only an inch away from his face.

this moment!

Time seemed to stand still, and no one thought that the Dia gladiator had fought against nineteen people in a row, and still had such strength that he could easily grab the right fist of the gladiator of the Persian royal family.

"weak!"

The Dia gladiator made a hoarse voice, and did not rush to make a move. His eyes swept around, everyone closed their mouths, and the entire arena instantly calmed down.

"Crack!"

The Dia gladiator's fist suddenly squeezed hard, crushing the fist of the Persian royal gladiator, making a crisp cracking sound.

"ah!"

The gladiator let out a shrill scream, and his bones were crushed alive.

There was no sound at the scene, no one thought that it would end like this, and the last person could not defeat the opponent.

What is even more unacceptable is that the gladiators of the Dia royal family abused the Persian gladiators in front of everyone in Persia, which is a national shame.

Soon, countless voices of indignation and condemnation appeared, accusing the Diya royal family of being cruel and immoral.

Facing the condemnation from all around, the eldest prince Dia turned a blind eye and enjoyed it very much. Seeing his gladiators beheaded all the way, he was in a good mood.

"ah!"

With another scream, the Diya royal family crushed the left hand of the Persian gladiator.

"enough!"

Hai Wuya let out a roar.

The eldest prince Diya waved his hand, and the Dia gladiator below saw it, and swept his right fist, hitting the face of the last gladiator, knocking his head off.

Before the screams could be heard, the last gladiator knelt down in front of the Dia gladiator.

quiet!

The scene was silent!

"Uncle Hai, do you have any gladiators in the Persian royal family? If not, today's duel will be considered a victory for the Dia royal family!"

The eldest prince Dia spoke at this time.

"Don't get complacent too early, of course our Persian royal family still has powerful gladiators!"

This time Hai Wuya didn't speak, but the golden armored general beside him.

"Oh, I'll wait and see!"

The eldest prince Dia showed a humble look. He had already checked the details of the Persian royal family. There were only twenty powerful gladiators.

The iron fence rose slowly, and Ye Feng suddenly felt a glaring sun shining directly into his eyes, making him very uncomfortable.

Anyone who has been locked up in a dark basement for a day and a night will feel uncomfortable when suddenly encountering strong light.

After a short time to get used to it, Ye Feng walked out of the passage, looked at the pieces of meat all over the place, and shook his head, just like that, twenty people were lying here forever.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the people who appeared on the stage, Prince Dia suddenly burst out laughing.

"Uncle Hai, you're not just pretending to be someone else, are you? Find someone like this to be a gladiator!"

Ye Feng's figure is not burly, but well-proportioned, without steel-like muscles, but the place that should be raised is definitely not recessed. ()