Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Or in other words, that kind of living like a walking dead is really alive?

"Feel sorry……"

Thinking of this, Brinos couldn't help but glance at the stands in the distance.

On the stands, the elegant and luxurious lady has no expression on her face.

However, at the moment when the eyes met, the noble lady was still moved after all, just because Brinos's current posture was really too strange-the body was already covered with wounds, and the blood dripping was even on the ground. Puddles formed on his face, but at this moment Brinos' complexion became more and more rosy, and he even carried some kind of strange excitement.

At this moment, Brinos' sense of existence was so strong, that tyrannical posture of waving his fists, as if he had really become a giant who came out of myths and legends.

"you……"

In Brinos' sight, the noble lady obviously wanted to say something.

But Brinos took the initiative to stagger his gaze.

As lovers of each other, their understanding of each other is too deep, as it is now, with just one look, he already knew that this noble lady is probably going to find the emperor to quell the battle— —Indeed, this may allow him to live, allow his injuries to be treated effectively, and it will not even affect his process of becoming a free man...

But now, everything doesn't matter anymore.

Whether he can become a free man, whether he can heal his serious injuries, or even whether he can survive, doesn't seem to be that important to him.

Indeed, it is possible that with his current state, after the next punch, he will die.

But at least for this moment, he had lived.

And live like a man.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

With one heavy punch after another, Brinos's fists have also changed from the earliest orderly ones to the current disordered ones - it's not that he hasn't learned the techniques of boxing, but at this moment he has already used He couldn't come out anymore, whether it was physical strength or energy, he was almost exhausted, but he still waved his fists, even if it was just the simplest straight punch.

Even if it was a random fight, he would continue to fight.

After all, his opponent hadn't fallen yet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The seemingly unremarkable man in front of him was also waving his fists, and every punch collided with Brinos' heavy punches precisely—as if Brinos' heavy punches were actually actively looking for the opponent like a fist.At this moment, both sides in the war intentionally avoided the opponent's vital points, and they chose the most stupid and toughest way of attack by coincidence.

That is, fist to fist, to see who falls first!

"Brinos! Brinos! Brinos!"

At first, there were only a few sporadic shouts, and then there was a huge shout from the stands—the audience in these arenas had seen a lot of wrestling, but this kind of fight between punches, this This is the first time they have seen such a random head-to-head encounter.

Indeed, this style of play is too stupid, even a little unreasonable. There are weapons all over the ground but they don't pick them up. They can blow the opponent's head but deliberately avoid them... In the past, when they saw this situation, It will only feel that this is a passive fight between two gladiators and will boo it.

But now...

"This is the battle between men!"

Excited audience members stood up abruptly, and his robe even bulged out of his excitement.

"That's what I want! Brinos! Brinos! Come on! Conquer him! Let him know what a real man is!"

"Shit! Brinos die!"

If there are hard fans, there will be black fans, and if there are audiences who praise Brinos, there will naturally be audiences who don't like Brinos-but when this audience is going to cheer for Brinos' opponents, but Suddenly, I realized that I didn't seem to remember that person's name.

I really don't remember, after all, this is Brinos' retirement battle. In a sense, all other gladiators this time are essentially Brinos' foil.

But now, it's hard to say.

"Aha!"

Watching the passionate fights in the arena, this Brinos black fan couldn't help laughing.

Although he still didn't know who Brinos' opponent was, that man didn't seem to need the audience to cheer him on.

After all, the outcome of the battle has always been in the hands of that man.

That's right, maybe for new spectators who don't often watch wrestling, the two sides are fighting evenly, but for old spectators like him who have some experience in watching games, the situation of the battle has already changed. It's one-sided.

Although it is true that Brinos seems to be getting more and more courageous as he fights, his overly brave offensive posture also makes this giant weak at a fast speed—on the other hand, Brinos' opponent, the seemingly mediocre Although the man also looked weak, his fighting posture was still extremely stable, showing no signs of being knocked down at all.

"Brienose's strength is exhausted! The old thing is going to lie down!"

At this moment, a smile appeared on the face of the audience.

But immediately, this smile turned into a serious one.

No, how could Brinos not think of what he, a viewer, could think of. You must know that Brinos, as a star gladiator, has probably fought more gladiators than he has ever seen. An omission, could Brinos have missed it?

Of course it won't.

In fact, when he first started fighting, Brinos had vaguely noticed the problem of the physical strength of both parties, but now, when he was about to run out of fuel, his perception in this regard became more and more acute .

Whenever punches and punches are struck, he can feel that the man in front of him not only retains his physical strength, but he is clearly extremely energetic!

Every punch can accurately catch his fist, and every punch can just hit his fist back... It is reasonable for this kind of thing to happen once or twice, and it can be considered a coincidence if it happens dozens of times in a row. But if it appears hundreds or even nearly a thousand times in a row... even a pig can tell how much water is in it.

The sacred and inviolable life-and-death duel that was originally in his heart was actually just a farce.

The hard work, hard work, and desperate fight he thought had lost their meaning at this moment, and now he felt that his whole body had been hollowed out—the things that filled him up had disappeared, and the things that made his blood throbbing The battle in this battle is actually fake, and everything is just a performance made by the other party to cooperate with him.

At this moment, Brinos felt insulted.

It was the ultimate humiliation that was more embarrassing than insulting him, just because the opponent in front of him was clearly treating him like a child—but he had already experienced so much, he had gone through so much hardship, Why is it still looked down upon!Why!

kill!It must be beaten to death severely!

"drink!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, Brinos's heavy punch was unruly at this moment, and went straight to the opponent's head!

That's right, since he doesn't care about anything anymore, he naturally doesn't need to care about these bullshit rules of the game.What's more, he has already broken too many bottom lines, and this time is not too bad - just kill the opponent, just kill him to be safe!

Brinos' desire to win has never been so strong!

"Oh!"

When the two fists intersected, Brinos felt that his bones were in severe pain, and being blocked from attacking this time really proved his judgment-the opponent did retain his physical strength, even enough to deal with emergencies!

However, Brinos still chose to continue punching, even though his fist was almost about to crack.

"Left uppercut!"

"Left uppercut!"

"It's still a left uppercut!"

With four punches in a row, Brinos's left hand bone already had obvious bone cracking sounds, but at this moment, Brinos didn't feel any pain at all, because he had already focused on it and put all his strength into it. , accumulated on his own iron fist!

"Left! Hook! Punch!"

At this moment, Brinos shouted loudly.

It's just that what he sticks out is his right hand.

The open right hand is only a short, and it grabs the copper helmet on the top of the head!

"die!"

Bang!

The copper helmet smashed hard on the opponent's head, and blood spattered!

But at this moment, Brinos' face turned pale.

Feel... not right.

His killing blow didn't do any damage at all!

"I……"

Brinos opened his mouth instinctively, but at this moment he couldn't even utter a word.

Just because the opponent in front of him has already raised his hand.

What was raised was only the palm, not even clenched into a fist, but it was this seemingly ordinary palm that made Brinos's hair stand on end - as a veteran gladiator, he had also fought Some gladiatorial fights that really wanted to take the other party's life, but the life and death he had experienced combined could not compare to the terrifying aura brought by the palm in front of him.

In Brinos' sight, the hand moved extremely slowly, but he knew that this was not a slow-motion trick, but something more terrifying.

His consciousness has begun to freeze, which is a sign of dying.

Although, as a veteran gladiator, Brinos knew very well that the more he recalled those good memories at this time, the closer he would be to death, but at this moment he could no longer control his thoughts— —Fortunately, he doesn't have any good memories, and the ones that come to his mind right now are all painful memories.

Breaking the bottom line again and again, blaming himself again and again... Indeed, this can make him live, but it can only make him live.He is like an animal, a pig and a dog, who just live to live, as long as it allows him to live, let alone dignity, even if he is asked to drink urine, doesn't he do the same?

The lady's clothes are very noble, but the lady's smell is indescribable after all. Whenever he thinks of the wrinkled body that has begun to age, Brinos feels that his brain is shaking-but it doesn't matter, as long as he lives Well, just need to live.

But is there really any point in living like this?

Or in other words, he can really survive...

"Snapped."

Just when Brinos was sinking into near-death despair, a voice sounded from his shoulder.

The ordinary palm didn't pierce his throat, but patted on his shoulder.

"This trick is okay, I didn't expect it."

In front of Brinos, the bloodied opponent showed a kind smile.

"Aren't you good at fighting?"

"……Eh?"

Brinos looked up in astonishment.

This is the first time he heard praise, not for his strength, but purely for the martial arts he used-of course, if he wants to hear it, he only needs to clenched his fists, and there will be Many gladiators and even the audience would praise him, but the praise obtained in this way was only superficial after all.

However, at this moment, through the hand on the shoulder, he clearly felt kindness.

That's right, kindness, and even extreme tolerance—it wasn't until now that Brinos realized that the battle itself didn't need to be dragged to this moment at all.Long since the fist fight...no, the sword fight, or even the first shield collision, the winner has already been decided between the two of them.

If life and death were really to be separated, when he was knocked off balance by the shield, the opponent in front of him could have taken his life instantly.

But the opponent still chose to cooperate with him and continued to fight him to the end.

It's just...

"Boom!"

Brinos, who was too weak, couldn't even stand firmly at this moment, and fell directly at the opponent's feet.