Paladin of Asgard Chapter 164: [Spartan Arena]

Ro Wei frowned slightly.

After listening to the middle-aged man's description, he couldn't help but suspect that the Spartan arena was probably a means for Tianqi to screen the flesh, and the middle-aged man's friend was probably cold.

"By the way, you said that two people have been received by God in the past twenty years. Besides your friend, who is the other person?" Luo Wei asked.

Middle-aged man: "A guy with abilities similar to my friend's. He is invulnerable and powerful. It is said that he came to the Spartan arena to fight everywhere in order to win the heart of a girl in Megara City."

Rowe: "Is his name Diops?"

"Yeah, have you heard of him?"

"Well, I heard someone talk about him on the way." Luo Wei said casually, absent-mindedly, this Diops was exactly the Asgard warrior he was looking for.

After chatting with the middle-aged man for a while, he left and went to the arena in Sparta City.

As one of the most martial civilizations in human history, Sparta's arena was naturally built extremely majesticly, and a large number of spectators, gamblers, and gladiators came in and out every day, making it very lively.

"Do you think Howlett can win ten consecutive victories?" said a passerby.

"Of course, Howlett is the strongest gladiator!"

"Hey, I don't think so. Ten consecutive victories is a huge threshold. His opponents are definitely extremely strong, and they won't be those who have been sent to death before."

"That's right, from the beginning of the nine-game winning streak, the opponents have become more powerful. Most of the gladiators who have won ten consecutive victories in history have failed. I bet half a month's wages on him to lose."

The passers-by were talking, and Luo Wei followed them into the arena.

The arena is a ring-shaped open-air building, in the middle is the venue for gladiators to fight to the death, surrounded by audience seats from low to high.

At this moment, the arena was full of voices, and the audience shouted loudly for the upcoming battle, and most of them shouted the same name: Howlett.

Rowe found a seat and sat down, and asked the person next to him: "Who is this Howlett, very powerful?"

"Of course. Haven't you watched his previous nine battles?" The man said, "Howlett can definitely break through ten consecutive victories."

"Why does he want to participate in the gladiatorial fight?" Luo Wei asked again.

"Honor, money, do you need to talk about it?"

However, another person nearby said: "I heard that he is saving his son... as long as he gets a strong record in the arena, he can be received by the gods, and maybe the gods will rescue him Terminally ill son."

Several people nearby started talking.

Not long after, a bald man wearing a robe appeared in the middle of the arena. His voice was astonishingly loud like a bell: "Today, our undead fighter Howlett will usher in his first victory after nine consecutive victories." A battle!"

"Whether he can break through the ten-game winning streak, let us wait and see!"

"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience chanted along with the big man in robes, and the atmosphere reached a new peak, and then a man in leather armor walked out from one end of the battle field.

He has black hair, firm eyes, and a stern expression, like a long sword in his hand.

Then, Howlett's opponent, a thin young man with a double dagger, also appeared from the other side.

The two came closer and stared at each other.

"The battle begins!"

With an order, Howlett acted first, roaring and rushing forward.

However, the thin young man was nimble and dodged easily, and immediately started a fight.

Obviously, the lean young man is a master fighter who has experienced long-term hard training, and his skills are very superb. In comparison, Howlett's fighting level is much rougher, not much better than beginners.

In a short while, Howlett was shot several times by the lean youth, and was even stabbed in the abdomen.

However, he seemed to be fine, and he was still attacking fiercely. While roaring, he waved the long sword in his hand like the wind, gradually forcing the thin young man to the disadvantage.

"Howlett! Howlett!" The voice of the audience became stronger and stronger.

Luo Wei couldn't help asking: "Is he immortal?"

"Yes, so we call him Undead Fighter." The person next to him said.

At the last moment of the battle, every move was extremely fierce. Some parts of Howlett's leather armor were almost stabbed, and the lean youth was also injured in many places, gnashing his teeth.

He roared, turned around, and stabbed Howlett's neck with two daggers.

Howlett gritted his teeth and held the long sword in both hands, stabbing straight at the lean young man's chest.

Blood splattered immediately, and both sides hit at the same time. The lean youth pierced Howlett's neck with both daggers, and Howlett's long sword pierced into the lean youth's chest.

"Boom!"

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and the atmosphere in the arena was momentarily quiet.

After a while, Howlett pulled out the dagger stuck in his neck, stood up again covering the wound.

"Howlett!"

"Undead fighter, ten consecutive victories!"

The atmosphere in the auditorium exploded instantly, and almost everyone shouted the same name.

After the victory, Howlett covered his wound for a while, and left the arena without saying a word when the originally horrific wound healed.

From the time he came out to the time he left the field, he never said a single word except for howling during the battle.

Looking around in the arena and asking for some news, Luo Wei also left and found a nearby hotel to stay.

"Spit out a stone." Luo Wei touched Shilute's head.

"Wow—" Xiaoshi Lute opened his mouth, and the mudslide surged violently, and a large stone was condensed in a blink of an eye.

Then Luo Wei took the Rowe Blade, cut off a piece, carved it carefully, and the image of the devil slowly took shape. It was a winged devil with a pair of huge bat-like wings on its back.

After these hours of practice, Luo Wei's sculpting has improved significantly, and the carved demon statue finally has a certain appearance, at least it can be recognized as a demon, not a toy for children.

After making two more demon statues, Rowe was ready to rest.

"Buzzing." Little Shilute looked over eagerly at this moment.

"Eat all the stones again?"

"Om~IndoMTL.com~Little Shi Lute nodded.

Luo Wei: "I don't have any stones anymore, it's so late now, let's look for it tomorrow."

Xiao Shilute couldn't help being a little frustrated.

Luo Wei sighed slightly, and took out a gem, Little Shi Lute's eyes lit up immediately when he saw this: "Buzz buzz!"

"I know how to eat all day long, look at your fat body." Luo Wei gave him the gem, and then patted his stomach.

Little Stone Root gnawed on the gem happily.

In the dead of night, Luo Wei immediately went to bed to rest, and little Shilute also lay down in front of the window silently looking at the stars.

However, shortly after Luo Wei fell asleep, a loud noise woke him up.

"Ah-ah!!" A hoarse voice came from the next door, extremely shrill, as if someone was being tortured.