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Unfortunately, the Iron Tree people do not reproduce quickly and are not adapted to large-scale production. .biquge And once their skin is peeled off, this magical defense will be greatly reduced, and it is not as good as ordinary body armor, so it has not been promoted.

Thick skin is one of the genes most easily manifested by the Iron Tree tribe. Even if Caesar has only one-sixteenth of the Iron Tree blood, he still has about one-eighth to two-fifths of the defense of a pure Iron Tree tribe.

The bald fist hammered on his back.

The first blow caused Caesar to vomit blood.

With the second blow, Caesar's dark and hard skin cracked inch by inch.

With the third blow, Caesar's bones, internal organs and muscles wrapped in tough skin broke every inch.

Clear water flowed from the empty sac, mixed with blood, and dripped from him.

But Caesar always held the bald man's waist tightly, never letting go even if fists rained down on him.

Chicken Brother finally reacted, grasped the bald head's fingers tightly with both hands, and pecked the bald head's palm with his sharp beak.

The bald man frowned in annoyance and pushed Chicken Brother against the wall. With two fingers rubbing, Chicken Brother's beak came off his head, causing his face to be covered with blood.

Caesar couldn't hold it any longer, so he let go of his arms and slid limply to the ground.

"Tsk. If all the players this time are as weak as you, then I will be disappointed."

The bald man twisted his neck, showed a victor's smile, and looked at everyone in the cell one by one with disdain.

Caesar fell to the ground, Chicken Brother covered his mouth and fell into the corner of the wall. Bolases tried his best to stuff himself into the corner of the cell, and there was a stench from underneath him.

Blue's body was still spurting blood, but it had changed from a fountain to a stream that was about to dry up. One of his hands was still holding the box of luncheon meat, which was soaked in blood along with ham and other food.

"Ok?"

The bald man's gaze fell on Song Fang, who was lying in the corner, and he touched his chin.

"Boy, you are the only one who dares to stare at me now." The bald head smiled, "By the way, what did this chicken call you just now? Reserve food, right?"

"..."

Song Fang could not speak, but there was no trace of fear in Qingming's eyes.

He finally understood what was going on with this bald head.

He's definitely a gladiator, there's no mistaking that.

The information Catherine gave Song Fang mentioned that gladiators like to use ordinary prisoners to practice.

And because the gladiators are better at fighting and can bring more violence to the Death Row Star, they can also bring more ratings and attention, and the profits of the planet owners will be higher, so the method of transporting prisoners is He is also willing to provide conditions for the gladiators to practice.

Catherine's information told him that if he met a gladiator unfortunately, he must stay low and be small, and it didn't matter if he sacrificed others if necessary. As long as he reaches the death wheel alive, the gladiators will generally not attack him.

But it is a pity that the gladiator in front of him will not give him this opportunity.

Otherwise, why do they have almost no supplies in this small cell?

Because they don't need to.

Because those who imprisoned them here knew that they would surely die.

They are live chickens and ducks fed to this group of jackals. Their executions are scheduled long before they arrive on death row.

who said it.

The veins on the back of Song Fang's hands bulged.

He was soon able to clench his fists.

What he analyzed was the ability of the bald man.

Currently, the Sentinel Factor's first phase transformation has reached 48.

According to the information given to him by the system, when the transformation progress reaches 50, he can forcibly pause the transformation process.

It is not impossible to pause before 50, but the transformation results may not be maintained. In that case, the sentinel factor will completely fail, and his body will collapse due to the failure of the sentinel factor, and he will be disabled even if he is not dead.

There are only 2 left. Soon.

Also, if the modification of his body by the Sentinel Factor is suspended now, at least the potential of the Sentinel Factor 30 will be lost.

But as long as you can survive, the loss of this potential is nothing.

What he was afraid of was that even after the modification of the Sentinel Factor was forced to be suspended, he would not be able to defeat Baldhead.

After all, the Sentinel Factor is "the ability that the owner of the copy has access to, and has a higher potential than the person being copied." There is bound to be a backhand disadvantage, and there is no way around it.

Therefore, the time of suspension of transformation should be pushed back as far as possible to make his body stronger as much as possible, analyze the bald head's ability, and use a two-pronged approach to improve efficiency.

The bald man came over licking his lips.

It's not like he really wants to eat human flesh. There is so much food in his backpack, it is necessary to eat raw food.

Just the feeling of unleashing violence on others is so sweet.

The sentinel factor transformation progress on Song's side is 49.

The parsing progress is 70.

The analyzed target ability is the melee combat ability of the bald head. The closer the bald head is, the more unexpected it can be.

Suddenly the bald man raised the corner of his mouth.

Then, a cluster of flames flashed past his fingertips without any warning.

Song Fang's brows jumped, and his mood suddenly sank.

Could it be that this guy's ability goes beyond close combat?

But what else can human beings do with bare hands besides close combat?

Otherwise, would they still be human? !

Flames suddenly jumped out of the bald hand and rushed toward Song Fang's face.

Even if Song Fang ignores it at this moment and forcibly suspends the sentinel factor, it will be too late!

A familiar prompt sounded in Song Fang's head. Song Fang felt reassured, but before he could react, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

It's Caesar.

He crawled over, and when the fire spurted out of the bald head's hand, he stood between Song Fang and the bald head, and pushed him away from the hot zone.

"..."

Song Fang wanted to tell him that he didn't need it.

He had systems in place to protect him, and Caesar's actions were completely senseless.

But he had no chance.

Caesar's skin was very tough and could still be relatively intact after suffering a heavy blow, so everyone present, including Song Fang, did not realize that Caesar's internal organs and bones had been beaten into a puddle of mud.

The moment he released his hold on the bald man's waist, he was about to die. It was only when he saw the bald man walking toward others that he held on to his breath and crawled over.

Why did he do this?

He didn't have a chance to say.

When flames suddenly burst out from behind Caesar, his limbs suddenly softened, and his whole body pressed against Song Fang like a mountain, completely pressing him under his body, leaving no trace outside to let the flames burn.

Caesar is dead.

At the last moment of his life, he did another meaningless thing.