At the beginning of the fight, Xiao Yuanchao killed several people in a domineering manner, and forced the mood of the arena to an unprecedented level. Blood was everywhere, and the disgusting smell of blood drifted out of the grave cage and spread to the nostrils of the audience, making them even more passionate and violent.

"Fuck! Fuck! Please forgive me for spitting out swear words, because this is the best-looking gladiator I have ever seen. The Blood Banquet opens a demon-level figure. When all of us thought he would be chopped into meat paste in an instant, the demon-king swept everything! Look at the blood in the sky, look at that... and started killing again! But this time he used not the overbearing giant double-sided axe, but the saber! Two Nepalese sabers in his hands were simply a magical weapon to destroy and meet Buddha*..."

"puff!"

"laugh!"

“…”

In the gladiator cage, Xiao Yuanchao abandoned the giant double-sided axe and wandered among the fighting slaves with two Nepalese sabers. He was very fast, and he used a series of small angles to advance and protrude. After one knife, he never stopped and continued to run towards the next target.

The screams of pain continued to sound, fighting slaves lying down and pooling blood. Not all of them died, they were almost all severely injured. Either their hands or their feet were broken, and even the broken limbs could be seen flying overhead. This was the most labor-saving attack. Xiao Yuanchao took advantage of his speed to constantly change his position and fully integrated a series of tactical movements.

As long as there is a gap, he can get in; as long as there is a chance, he can cut off the other party's limbs with one knife.

"puff!"

Xiao Yuanchao stabbed into the chest of a fighting slave, pushed the other party's body like a chariot and rushed eastward, instantly leaving the encirclement of the fighting slave. When he rushed to the east, he raised the fighting slave's body with one hand and let the boiling blood pour on his face. The saber was still in the fighting slave's body, and he held the dead body high and threatened the remaining fighting slaves with a fatal threat.

"I am the protagonist, you can only become supporting roles." Xiao Yuanchao, who had become a blood man, smiled, turned his head and stared at the location of the Hell City Manager, and whispered loudly: "Just relying on these people to maintain the market, don't collapse? Joke, you don't take me seriously!"

More than a dozen of fifty fighting slaves died, and more than a dozen were seriously injured. Now there are only less than twenty standing there intact. And some of these fighting slaves are gold-level, and some are silver-level. In other words, whether they are silver-level fighting slaves or gold-level fighting slaves, there is no threat to Xiao Yuanchao. Perhaps these people walked up on other people's corpses, but how many corpses they had only stepped on?

The fighting slaves are not Xiao Yuanchao's opponents at all, and this cannot be determined by the number of people. At least the fighting slaves in the first area are not Xiao Yuanchao's opponents. The number of people? The scenes of fighting for tens of thousands of people are much larger than those now. Xiao Yuanchao knows how to deal with such a scene and knows how to fight better.

In this kind of fight, everyone will not be afraid, because if you don’t kill the other person, the other person will kill you. So any threat is useless, but once you can let the other person know that you are stronger than them, it will disrupt the other person’s thinking.

"roar!!!"

A fighting slave roared and shot towards Xiao Yuanchao with the iron spear in his hand. Driven by the powerful force, the iron spear turned into a black light, shooting like lightning, with a precise angle and a fast speed, almost giving people the feeling of being unavoidable.

Facing the iron spear, Xiao Yuanchao pulled out the saber from the body and showed a high posture. He stood there steadily and motionless, pointing straight to the tip of the knife that soared into the sky, slowly sliding with sticky blood. The red light bursting out from his eyes was like substance.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao's body rotated violently, and he rushed forward with his arms and a high-rise sword.

"Clam!"

A violent spark burst out, and Xiao Yuanchao slashed the tip of the spear with a knife, allowing the blade to contact the middle of the spear with an extremely accurate contact, and forced the iron spear to fly out.

Seeing this scene, the entire venue suddenly became silent. They doubted whether their eyes were wrong. The demon king actually cut off the deadly iron spear in this way! And the big guys in the Hell City showed a look of fear: How is this possible?

The fighting slaves on the field were also stunned. They thought Xiao Yuanchao would dodge, but they never thought that the other party would use this method to fight head-on.

"Drink!" Xiao Yuanchao, who had broken open the iron spear with one knife, shouted violently, and held his sword and walked towards the fighting slave with great strides.

Another round of fighting began. Xiao Yuanchao rotated his body to the fullest, leading two Nepalese sabers to turn into meat grinders. No matter who the other party was or what weapon the other party was holding, as long as he touched his meat grinder, he would be crushed to pieces.

"Shit!..."

The sound of the blade cutting the flesh sounded continuously. In a short time, Xiao Yuanchao, covered in blood, cut all the fighting slaves to the ground. At this time, the thousands of square meters of gladiator cage had been covered with blood. The blood mixed with minced meat gathered into a ball, slowly flowing to the lower place, forming a small stream.

Fifty gold and silver-level fighting slaves could not face one person, and they didn't even hurt Xiao Yuanchao at all. When they were severely injured and lying on the ground, they realized that the guy in front of them was really a devil, a complete devil!

It's going to collapse, it's going to collapse!

The big guys in charge of the market are as good as dust. They gather the most powerful golden-level fighting slaves in the first zone, but these fighting slaves are simply garbage in front of Tulip's fighting slaves and are vulnerable!

"Keng!" Xiao Yuanchao threw away the two sabers in his hand and picked up the giant double-sided axe.

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!..."

The neat roar sounded, and all the audience stretched out their thumbs down. They wanted to watch Xiao Yuanchao kill the fighting slave lying on the ground, and the cruelty of the beast was completely ignited. The fight was not over yet, and one party had to be killed before it would end.

"Keng!" Xiao Yuanchao held the double-sided axe and glanced around and said lightly: "Is there anyone else coming? He accidentally broke down, but I don't want to."

This is a challenge to the bosses in the first district, who are extremely arrogant and domineering.

At this time, the faces of the bosses in the first zone had long become extremely ugly. Their hands had collapsed. Before, they thought their hands would never collapse. These gold-level fighting slaves, these silver-level fighting slaves...
Chapter completed!