Merion suddenly understood. Everyone in Colosseum, no matter they are enemies or friends released from a cage.
It might be the one who stabbed him.
The situation on the scene had completely lost control.
Some novice warriors couldn't help but attack their companions. Those who were obviously not as good as they fought for the three-survival list.
"Ouch!"
Merion looked in the direction of the scream. It was the bare-armed man who took away his shield. He was the first to attack his companion, and the closest person to him was killed by him in a sneak attack.
Soon, the novice warriors began to fight with each other, and each move was more tragic than the scene just now.
Urged by the excitement of the audience, the eight horse riding warriors were stunned at the scene. After they quickly killed a few novice warriors, they seemed to feel that their strength and equipment were far from each other, which was very boring.
The eight warriors rode back to the line and watched the battle from afar.
Behind the masks, some of the two lines of horse-riding warriors seemed not to be surprised, and some could not help showing their contempt for the internal strife of the novice.
Merion was about to explode with anger. He picked up a short sword on the ground, blocked a sneak attack from some companions, and rushed directly in the direction of the two rows of horse-riding warriors opposite, aiming straight at Ovodo.
"Oh!"!
In the stands, tens of thousands of people involuntarily let out a gasp of surprise.
Their eyes followed the running Merion.
Ovodo looked at him. There was a little surprise in his cold eyes behind the mask. This gladiator who rushed over was quite brave and decisive!
the two horse warriors around Ovodo immediately rode forward to stop the running Merion.
Merion first met a horse rider with an iron net in his hand. He rushed over and headed straight for Merion. Merion rolled over on the ground with a short sword and dodged, but he still stood up and rushed forward.
The other warrior with a long spear thrust his spear straight. Merion dodged sideways and continued to rush forward.
The gladiator who cast the net caught up from behind and threw another net.
"WOW!" The audience exclaimed.
This time, Merion only felt darkness in front of him. The heavy subway network had already crushed him on the ground.
The warrior quickly dragged the horse down to the Merion on the ground.
Merion felt as if he was rolling on the earth at a fast speed, and his back head rubbed against the ground, and then his face turned upside down. he ate a mouthful of sand, and couldn't tell the direction at all.
He struggled hard and pricked the net with the short sword in his hand, but the net was made of iron and the short sword could not cut it.
When Merion felt that he was about to faint, the iron net suddenly loosened.
The horse rider had left with his horse.
Merion was dragged back to the center of Colosseum.
He quickly jumped up from the ground and aimed at Ovodo at the opposite direction, preparing to push forward with all his strength again.
At this time, a slender hand had rushed over and grabbed his arm tightly. A voice said anxiously, "Please, help me and my brother."
Merion had to look back at the man who caught him.
This was the leg of the scrawny boy of 16 or 17 who began to stab the Gladiator with his sword.
On the ground beside him crawled the man with a beard who was the first to call out the array and shield.
Beard's back was completely stained with blood.
The clothes on his back were not torn, but his body was bleeding inside. It was as if the old wound on his back had been exploded by the previous blow, and blood could not stop.
Now the bearded man was struggling on the ground because he had lost too much blood, but he was unable to get up.
Merion suddenly realized that there were only four companions left in Colosseum.
He, the young man, the bearded man who was struggling on the ground, and the strong man with bare arms who first grabbed his shield and killed his companions.
The strong man was standing a few meters away with a shield in his left hand and a short sword in his left hand, looking at Merion playfully.
A smile appeared at the corners of the man's mouth. "Bro, if I were you, I would stab the man who was struggling on the ground to death with my sword. The battle would be over before I could even touch him."
Merion didn't move with the short sword.
The man's smile froze on his face. "If you don't want to come, then get out of the way. I'll do it."
The bare-armed man took a step forward.
Merion also took a step forward in his direction and stood in front of the brothers.
The man stared at Merion and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy? Your fight is good, and mine is not bad. Why do you have to fight to the death between us? There is a ready-made one on the ground. Let's do the easiest thing together, okay?"
"If you don't take my shield away when you come up or if you don't kill your companions first, maybe I'm willing to do that easy thing with you."
Merion almost burst into laughter, "people like you can't talk about cooperation."
As he spoke, Merion switched the short sword back and forth between his left hand and right hand. "In this battle, the last death ticket is given to you."
Seeing that Merion had taken two steps forward, the bare-armed strong man could not help but take two steps back, and his eyes began to glance across the arena.
Unaffected by him, Merion pounced on him.
On the other side of the arena, there seemed to be a horse rider rushing over.
The horse's hooves sounded crisp in the arena.
Merion stabbed at him with his sword. The bare-armed man opened his short sword with his right hand, and the shield in his left hand smashed at him; Merion turned around to avoid his shield and stabbed his sword into his left arm with the shield. The strong man screamed in pain and the shield fell to the ground.
When the strong man quickly threw away the short sword in his hand and pulled out the short sword on his arm.
Merion bent down, picked up the shield and smashed it on his head.
As soon as the strong man pulled out his short sword, he felt dizzy and fell to his knees.
Merion walked to the back of him and stared at the eyes 50 meters away from him. Behind the mask, Ovodo's eyes were slightly narrowed because of excitement.
He grabbed the man's right hand and rubbed it on his neck.
The blood sprayed to the ground in an instant and dyed the yellow sand in front of him red.
The whole action was as smooth as flowing water, neat and efficient.
The horse suddenly stopped.
The dashing Gladiator on the back of the horse held the triangle in his hand in a daze and stopped in midair in a paused posture.
The fight was over, and the horse riders couldn't stab the two brothers again.
Merion let go of the strong man's head, but there was no joy in his heart.
He knew that he had actually killed a person who didn't have much real fighting experience, his former companion. Although he was forced to do so.
The audience widened their eyes, and time seemed to stand still.
They looked at the stage anxiously.
On the stage, the unprepared white beard referee whispered to the people around him, and someone quickly rushed up to give him the list.
The referee with white beard announced loudly, "Cabul Colosseum's rookie—Buck Whitman."
All of a sudden, tens of thousands of audiences of Cabul Colosseum screamed crazily. They flapped the back of the chair, waved the fan and handkerchief, and shouted out the same name, "Whitman", "Whitman".
"The rookie Whitman."
"Whitman, the rising star of Cabul Colosseum!"
The audience gave him with his due with their most enthusiastic applause and cheers.
Looking at the handsome and strong Merion, the girls in the stands scrambled to throw the handkerchief with names into Colosseum.
Eagering to get his response.
The closed iron gate behind him opened.
Merion didn't say anything and left Colosseum without even looking at anyone in the audience.
The audience's enthusiastic cheers seemed to be stuck in the throat again. They watched him leave silently.
People liked heroes, but this new hero didn't want to talk to them at all.
In the center of the grandstand, two beautiful women in mink and jade were eating milk grapes and joking as if no one was around.
The younger girl, with watery eyes, looked at the back of Merion and said, "Cousin Fatima, look at this tall and handsome rookie, Whitman. Em, what do you think of him?"
"Are you asking about business or choosing a lover?"
"How about to do business? Or to pick up a lover?"
"The business was very simple. The first show was more explosive than expected. The audience liked him very much, but they couldn't guess him. The new cash cow. As for lovers, it's easier. Young, interesting, I want him."
"Well, I won't let you go."
"In the free trade city, there are still people who want to snatch a man from me. Let's see how capable you are!" The woman put the milk grapes into her mouth with a smile, and her eyes were like shining stars, thrilling.
In Cabul, the free trade city.
Colosseum belonged to men, the males; The competition outside Colosseum was only for women.
The undercurrent surged.