Seeing Zhang Hu'en and Spartacus start practicing in an orderly manner according to the gladiator routine, Wenders showed a strange smile on his face. This ornamental gladiator emphasizes fancy and good-looking, and does not require any ruthless strength or unnecessary skills. Neither of them tried their best. They just tried their best to use their fast moving steps and big-blocking moves, and flashy and tumbling to please everyone.

As they watched, these knowledgeable nobles and merchants yawned. If it were just a fight of this nature, they would really not be interested.

"sulfuric acid!"

Zhang Hu'en and Spartacus fought another sharp blade, and felt that it was almost done, so he exerted his force and shattered Spartacus' shield in succession, and then put a sword on Spartacus' neck who was crushed to the ground.

"good!"

The onlookers around finally saw a decent flower job and couldn't help but applaud. Zhang Hu'en and Spartacus maintained this look and looked at Wendes sitting on the throne. After Wendes patted him a few slaps, he stretched out his right hand and raised a big big thumb. Zhang Hu'en was about to pull up Spartacus, but he saw Wendes' big thumb suddenly go down and shouted:

"kill!"

The audience was stunned by the sudden change. This kind of ornamental gladiator could not see blood. In history, no noble would have let the blood of the gladiator pollute his own flower hall. Zhang Hu'en glared at Wenders, knowing that the boy's heart was so bad that he put away his iron sword. However, the blood guards around him drew their swords and surrounded him.

"Kill! Otherwise you will be killed!"

The sharp blades of the personal guards were all aimed at Zhang Hu'en. Zhang Hu'en turned around and looked at Spartacus sitting on the ground. Spartacus's face with a helpless smile, saying:

"End my life. Give me the mercy of my ancestors, and then I will have freedom."

"Do you know, true freedom is fought for by your own hands!"

After saying this, Zhang Hu'en turned around and chopped towards the guards. The guards in front of him were cut through the helmet on their heads with a sword, and fell down screaming. The guests around him screamed and ran outwards. Zhang Hu'en pulled Spartacus up, and the two cut over the guards blocking the door and followed the guests outwards.

"Stop them!"

The Blood Army guards held the gate with a spear. Zhang Huen saw the iron sword throwing it out and nailing one of the guards to the door, but more guards rushed towards them with spears.

Zhang Hu'en gave up and escaped from the main gate. He returned to the flower hall in three or two steps and saw at least twenty personal guards protecting Wendes. The spear in his hand was facing the two. Zhang Hu'en took a sledgehammer from the weapon stand and walked towards Wendes' throne step by step. Wendes sat on the throne and said with a smile:

"You think you can really kill me, stop dreaming, come!"

Thirty archers emerged from behind the curtain in the flower hall. The bows and arrows in their hands were shining with cold light. Zhang Hu'en and Spartacus did not dare to move rashly, and were pointed at 30 bows and arrows at such a close distance. God could not withstand it even when he came.

"Even though you are so rude and arrogant, I will give you a chance to kill Spartacus and swear allegiance to me that I can make you my slave."

"Wait. Master Wenders, I don't want money anymore. Let me take this disobedient slave away. OK, Spartacus can be dealt with."

Yantu was taken into the flower hall by his personal guards. Today's incident cannot end well, but he still hopes to remove Menthus from the fire pit. Wenders didn't even look at him, and said:

"Cut off the head of this profiteer and put it in the door, warning those profit-oriented businessmen not to think that everyone dares to offend anyone if they have money."

(Last try!)

Zhang Hu'en raised his sledgehammer and was about to swing it at Wenders. The archer's arrow was about to shoot at him. A cold shout came from outside the flower hall:

"Stop it all!"

Earl Ruth was surrounded by his guards in military uniform and came to the flower hall. He looked at the mess on the ground and the few guards lying at the door, took out a white handkerchief to cover his nose, and said in disgust:

"Wanders, the guards I gave you are not used to do this."

Wenders quickly stood up from the throne, ran to the count in a few steps, and whispered:

"Father, am I not venting my anger for Ms. Rose?"

"Get out, get back to me immediately!"

Wenders followed the two guards in disgrace. Before leaving, he turned around and glared at Zhang Hu'en fiercely. Zhang Hu'en, who put down the hammer, stood there and looked at the count. The count waved his hand, and his entourage took out a contract and stuffed it to Yantu, saying:

"This is a deal contract of 10,000 Jinsu. Go back to the butler to get the money, and you can leave!"

"Sir, I..."

"Why, not enough?"

The count's tone changed, and the archers who put down their bows raised them up again. Yantu immediately put the contract into his arms and pulled Spartacus's hand. The two looked at Menthus standing alone in the field, showing guilt on their faces of leaving under the escort of their personal guards.

"You'll die."

As soon as Earl Rus spoke, Zhang Hu'en felt that this man had a problem with his brain. He stood in front of him with confidence and made a prediction in his light words:

"But it's not dying here, but dying where it should be."

"The arena is your last destination. When you go to please my people and keep getting tired of you, you can die."

"Believe me, you can't live tomorrow."

After saying these words to himself, Rus asked the Blood Army guards to escort Zhang Hu'en. After another bumpy journey, the guards threw Zhang Hu'en into a room in the Ruby Gladiator Arena. Gladiators along the way saw Zhang Hu'en bowing to him one after another. It had not been a God of War in Ruby Bay for a long time, and it was a God of War that actually came out of the Shura Field.

"Two guys, this is 500 Jinsu."

"Fast speed, not much time."

Zhang Hu'en, who was resting on the stone bed, heard the female voice sounding at the door and immediately sat up. A woman in a black cloak walked in. She took off her cloak and exposed her long black middle-parted hair. Under her slightly raised eyebrows were light blue eyes.

"I heard you will die in the arena tomorrow?"

A noble lady walked up to Zhang Hu'en, put her white right hand on his abdominal muscles. Zhang Hu'en looked at her, moved to the side, and said:

"Who are you?"

"Lan Ting, I hope you don't be so rude..."

Seeing Lan Ting take off her cloak, a translucent silk suit was revealed inside, and the red balls on her peaks were looming under the silk, which attracted endless imagination. Zhang Hu'en retreated to the corner of the wall and said with a surprised expression:

"I don't know what your night visit is..."

"Am I beautiful?"

Lan Ting sat on the stone bed and looked shy as if she was too lazy. Zhang Hu'en said:

"Please go out!"

Lan Ting was a little surprised. She picked up her cloak and put it on and said to Zhang Hu'en:

"Sir Yantu asked me to tell you that your wife will live well by his side. He will take your wife to Wudong City. If you unfortunately die in battle tomorrow, he will arrange for your wife to marry an honest and reliable farmer. If you can survive by chance, your wife will wait for you to Wudong City to find her."

"Please tell me, I will survive." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!