I was in Conan, and after picking up Xiao Ai, I was chased by Hongzi.

He originally thought that he was wearing armor that could protect his whole body and holding a sharp sword to engage in a battle between men with the gladiators.

But as of now, the shabby cloth on his body can hardly cover his whole body, let alone resist attacks.

As for weapons...

Maybe that tetanus artifact can play some unexpected roles.

When Hiroshi Otoi held the rusty long knife in his hand, the audience suddenly burst into mocking shouts.

With his typical oriental thin body, he was just a joke to a gladiator who was as strong as an ox.

"Below, there will be an epic showdown between Tartarus, the slave from the Julius family, and the barbaric tyrant from Gaul."

Otoi Hiroshi closed his eyes and gently smelled the smell of blood in the air. It had been a long time since he had fought like this.

When the barbaric tyrant of Gaul stepped into the arena naked, all the spectators placed their bets on him.

After all, with his extremely tall body, eyes filled with bloodthirsty desire, and arms and thighs as thick as Hiroshi Otoi's waist, he looked very much like a human-shaped buffalo.

Coupled with the countless scars on his body that look like meritorious deeds, they all prove his strength.

At this moment, only one of the two can get out of here.

"Little one, lift the blade in your hand." The savage tyrant challenged.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at the Tetanus Blade in his hand, which had a physical damage of 1 but a magic damage of 999. Then he raised his head with curiosity on his face, "Are you sure?"

The brutal tyrant's bloodthirsty eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed towards Otoi Hiroshi.

The roar was like thunder, and Otoi Hiroshi's ears were filled with the "dong-dong" sound of him stepping on the ground.

"Kill him!"

"Tear him to pieces!"

Stimulated by the roaring atmosphere of the audience, the savage tyrant's eyes became even more excited, and his huge iron fist struck in the direction of Otoi Hiroshi with huge force.

……

Although the arena allows civilians to watch, it still has a clear hierarchy. Nobles are in the lower area, and civilians are in the higher area. In short, the lower the status, the higher they sit.

At this moment, in the aristocratic area, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old was sitting there. Her long brown hair was slightly curled and hanging down, looking a little tired and rebellious. Wearing a pink off-shoulder chiffon skirt, the bow at the waist is cute and moving, and layers of lace are embellished on the beautiful skirt.

Her index finger kept tapping on her beautiful profile, her eyes covered by eyelashes shone with interest, and under her short skirt, two slender white thighs overlapped.

"What do you think of this game?" She looked at the guards guarding her.

"This, this..."

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Just say what you are told, and hesitate to do whatever you want."

"Yes... the barbaric tyrant has won nineteen consecutive victories. I'm afraid Tartarus is no match for him." The guard said cautiously.

"Oh~ That's it~" She raised her leg and lightly kicked the guard's leg, "Go and deposit all the money you brought with you to Tartarus."

"Miss Yulia, this..." the guard hesitated.

"Just do whatever I ask you to do? Are you questioning my decision?!" Her eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Yes, yes, I'm going now."

After the guards left, she looked at the two people in the center of the arena again.

"Tartarus, if we lose, I will kill you all." She murmured with a smile.

……

The moment the savage tyrant struck, Hiroshi Otoi tried his best to dodge, but his speed was ignored because of the opponent's strong physique.

A punch hit him in the stomach.

With a cry of pain, the breath in his body was instantly emptied, his eyes widened, and his body dented into a rotten shrimp with the brutal tyrant's fist.

"Boom!" Hiroshi Otoi flew backwards like a cannonball.

All the bettors couldn't help but whistle excitedly, as if they had seen that a lot of money was about to enter their pockets.

The moment Otoi Hiroshi's back hit the ground, a stream of hot blood spurted out from his throat, and he resumed breathing.

He punched the ground and Kankan raised his body into a half-squat position.

"Damn it, I really underestimated you."

"Roar! Roar!"

The savage tyrant patted his strong chest and rushed towards Otoi Hiroshi again.

Otoi Hiroshi quickly stood up and dodged to the side. The moment he jumped into the air, the brutal tyrant's huge body fell heavily to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Otoi Hiroshi turned over and rode on his neck.

"Ouch~Ouch~Ouch~"

Iron fists like raindrops were constantly bombarding the savage tyrant's head, blood was constantly seeping out, and the savage tyrant was also stimulated to be wild under his constant bombardment.

He slammed the ground, stood up instantly, held Otoi Hiroshi's legs between his arms, and fell with his back to the ground.

Otoi Hiroshi directly raised the tetanus blade and swiped it in front of his eyes, and blood spattered out instantly.

Unexpectedly, even so, the savage tyrant's arms would not relax, and Otoi Hiroshi suddenly fell on his back to the ground again.

"Ahem, damn, this guy's body is simply harder than armor."

Just as Otoi Hiroshi turned over and jumped up, the savage tyrant also stood up covering his scratched eye.

When he turned around, his uninjured eye seemed to be bursting out of its socket, filled with madness.

After fighting to this extent, Otoi Hiroshi was completely aroused. The blood in his body was boiling like 99-degree boiling water, and waves of heat hit his oxygen-deprived brain.

This time, he took the initiative to attack.

The savage tyrant roared angrily and rushed forward. There was a mixture of roars and roars, blood splattered from fist to fist, and both sides started an astonishing fight without giving in.

Finally, in the irrational brawl, Hiroshi Otoi seized a chance and kicked the brutal tyrant hard in the face, sending him flying to the ground.

The savage tyrant shook his groggy head and just about to get up, Otoi Hiroshi didn't want to delay any longer and pounced directly on him.

He raised the tetanus blade with both hands and stabbed him in the face.

"One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords..."

"Five knives, six knives..."

"Thirteen swords..."

The entire audience watched in amazement as Otoi Hiroshi lost his mind and kept raising the rusty long knife, and then stabbed it down until his whole body was soaked in blood.

"That's enough, he's already dead!" A scream rang through his ears.

Otoi Hiroshi rubbed his somewhat blurred vision, but his hands, face, and even his whole body were covered in the blood of the barbaric tyrant.

He just raised his head, and his dark red pupils reflected an extremely beautiful girl.

"Did I win..."

She walked up to Otoi Hiroshi without any care, stretched out her index finger to lift his chin, and said with a sly look in her eyes, "Yes, you win, Tartarus."

"That's good……"

After saying that, Otoi Hiroshi fell to the ground with a bang.

He is too tired.

[Question: Can you scold me? 】