Chapter 401: The fate of the gladiator

The scene was boiling, and Ye Feng's counterattack was like a fuse, igniting the most primitive desire in the human heart, the stimulation of blood.
Ye Feng's sudden attack made many people unexpected, thinking that Ye Feng had been relying on a game to win.
"boom!"
Like a volcanic eruption, the two bodies slammed into each other fiercely, with their fists crisscrossing, and countless moiré patterns appeared on the ground, extending all around.
"Boom boom!"
The body did not stay, and after a brief separation, they struck together again, and the sound of various melee collisions appeared.
This feast of hand-to-hand combat, this is a big fight, every impact makes people awe and fearful.
In a hearty duel, Ye Feng was very comfortable. Every punch hit him, his body was tempered.
Ye Feng actually regarded his physical body as a piece of peerless divine iron, which needed constant tempering and polishing to inspire more divinity.
The tens of thousands of kilograms of giant fist slammed down, and Ye Feng's body flew upside down, his bones and hair shifted for a while, his body rolled upside down, and he returned to the place again.
"boom!"
With fists and fists, Ye Feng suffered a punch from the opponent, which in turn was a punch back.
No matter how many punches he takes, Ye Feng's body can always return to the original place in the first time, punching the gladiator.
The scene was silent. Everyone didn't understand what was lurking in Ye Feng's body. He suffered so many giant punches and was unharmed. He became more and more courageous in the battle. Looking at Ye Feng's momentum, it was actually on the rise.
Everyone doesn't understand, they don't need to understand, they just need to appreciate it, appreciate a thrilling duel.
There was mist in Haier's eyes, and he was worried about Ye Feng again. This man who didn't seem very strong was so arrogant that he was constantly knocked into the air and kept returning to the original place.
Ye Feng didn't know how many punches he had endured, or how many punches he hit. He just felt that his body was improving rapidly.
The Fu Mo Dan lurking in the body was completely aroused, and the remaining energy was volatilized and merged into every inch of Ye Feng's body.
"Roar!"
suddenly!
With a roar like a beast, Ye Feng roared to the sky, and finally succeeded in refining all the eight drops of Asura essence he had absorbed.
It turned out that Ye Feng relied on the opponent's power to refine Shura's blood, and he didn't have much time left, so he took this opportunity to refine Shura's blood.
The terrifying killing intent radiated from Ye Feng, and his hair suddenly exploded without wind, and his black hair fluttered in the wind, and his red eyes showed that Ye Feng was even more extraordinary.
With a squeeze of both fists, the space was directly squeezed, and a shocking aura suddenly appeared, like a strong light, and Ye Feng's body shot up.
"Come on, let us have a great battle!"
After successfully refining the blood of Shura, Ye Feng's physical strength skyrocketed, almost a geometric multiple. Under the muscles of his whole body, there was a dragon-like power hidden.
There was a touch of movement in the gladiator's eyes, he actually felt the crisis, and the power returned by the opponent was stronger than himself.
Ye Feng's combat power surged in an instant, and it also attracted the attention of those in the stands, and they cast curious eyes on how Ye Feng could become more and more courageous.
The prince Dia looked ugly, and of course he could see the changes in the scene. I couldn't believe it. Ye Feng was like an unkillable Xiaoqiang. Instead, he used his gladiator's strength to stimulate the blood in his body, and the rich smell of Shura blood. Exudes.
The gladiator did not evade, but also swept towards Ye Feng with a punch. The two punches resembled a big mountain, and the cracks on the ground became more and more suppressed.
"Crack!"
At the moment the fist touched, a clear click appeared.
"laugh!"
A hand bone rushed out of the gladiator's back, and Ye Feng's entire arm was punched through and drilled out of the back.
Cruel, domineering, ruthless, killing!
Asura blood stimulates Ye Feng's nerves, he wants to cannibalize the opponent and swallow everything, especially the more Asura essence blood in the opponent's body, Ye Feng is very eager and wants to swallow it.
"what!"
The gladiator let out a scream, he was a human, and he was in pain, his arm was abolished, and he roared in pain.
Ye Feng didn't give up. With a move, another punch struck the gladiator again.
Losing his right fist, the gladiator still had a left fist, and stopped towards Ye Feng.
This time, Ye Feng didn't directly attack his fist, but suddenly squatted, his legs drew an arc on the ground, and he hit the gladiator's wrist in a single punch.
"Crack!"
With another clear clicking sound, the left arm of the gladiator was blocked by Ye Feng, and the elbow became two pieces.
Although he was not blown out, his elbow was broken, the power could not be transmitted, and his left hand was basically useless.
The gladiator was worthy of being an immortal god, even if he was injured, he didn't frown and slammed into Ye Feng with his entire body.
Ye Feng admired the spirit of the gladiator very much, but in the arena, only one person could go out and there was no choice.
Facing the huge body that was coming over, Ye Feng did not evade, his fists went out to sea like a raptor, swept across the army directly, and flew the huge body out.
"boom!"
The gladiator's body crashed to the ground, and a large human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.
With the loss of both arms, the gladiator's combat effectiveness was reduced by less than 30%. Even if he had a strong body, he couldn't use it. In terms of strength, Ye Feng now exceeded him too much.
Successfully refining eight drops of Asura's essence blood, Ye Feng's physical level rose to a new level.
Reluctantly to get up from the pit, the gladiator's eyes were firm, and even if he died, he would not frown. This kind of warrior spirit is extremely popular in the Western world.
"You take the initiative to surrender now, I can spare your life!"
Although knowing that more Shura blood lurks in the opponent's body, Ye Feng is not a murderous demon. If the opponent can voluntarily surrender, he will consider letting him go.
The big man does something and does something. Although some things can be easily obtained, Ye Feng is not that kind of murderous person.
The gladiator smiled dismal. For him, as long as he lost, he would die. He would rather die decently in the arena than in prison. If he failed, he would die when he went back, perhaps even more cruel death.
Ye Feng understood everything from his eyes, and also knew that the ending of the gladiator, there were not a few successful endings, all of them stayed in the arena in dismal conditions.
The huge body slammed into Ye Feng, and a sentiment of seeing death filled the arena. Everyone was infected. Although he was a gladiator of the Dia royal family, this kind of warrior spirit deserves the respect of everyone present.
Ye Feng stood on the spot, a terrifying aura radiated from his body, the power of thunder and lightning flashed constantly, and Ye Feng didn't want him to suffer more pain.
Bunches of thunder and lightning appeared and turned into a spear. This is the evolution of Qi Jin. Ye Feng melted his fist into the thunder and lightning to form this spear.
"laugh!"
When the gladiator was about to approach, the spear passed through his body, and a arrow shot out, and the gladiator stayed in place.
"Hey!"
There was a satisfied smile on this gladiator's face. This kind of death was the best ending. There was no irritation, and there was a kind of relief.
Looking back on all the past, there is a trace of sadness in the gladiator’s eyes. From a few years old, he was tempered by various drugs every day, wrestled with monsters, beat his body with a whip every day, and everything is vividly visible. At this time, finally Get relief.
Over the years, they have long been numb and ruthless, but who knows the pain in their hearts, they were taken away from an early age, and subjected to inhuman cruel training, just for bloggers to watch.
Ye Feng finally liberated them, so as not to suffer more pain, sometimes death is the best destination.
Although Ye Feng didn't know what he had gone through, he could see something in his eyes. The yearning for death and the yearning for survival were in two extremes.
Gladiators long for freedom, hope to live a normal life, and long for death, to be able to get rid of this kind of life. These are the two extremes, reflected in one person.
The spear solved everything and successfully freed the gladiator from this painful life and lived in a dark prison every day, living a dark life.
The body slowly fell backwards, ten drops of Shura essence blood actually wanted to break free from his body, fleeing out, trying to find a new host.
Once the Asura essence and blood awakened 90%, he would have a hint of Asura artistic conception. It seems that the essence and blood in this gladiator's body were awakened more than 90%, which was almost the same as the Asura essence and blood in Ye Feng's body.
"Get me back!"
At the moment when the Asura blood appeared, Ye Feng made a big move, firmly grasping ten drops of Asura blood in his hand, and threw it directly into the Nine Prison Demon Cauldron to begin refining.
Thirteen drops plus ten drops, Ye Feng already has twenty-three drops of Asura essence in his body. Once these ten drops are successfully refined, his body will rise again.
The entire royal arena was surprisingly calm, and it seemed that this gladiator's yearning for freedom was sensed, and he began to pay high respect to the Dia Gladiator.
At this moment, there is no distinction between country and country, only spiritual communication. I hope this gladiator, who has not completely died, can get spiritual comfort.
Feeling the spiritual support around him, this gladiator died quietly, very peacefully, without a trace of pain on his face.
At this time, the Royal Arena began to boil and began to call, but soon, they didn't know Ye Feng's name.
A vigorous battle finally came to an end, the iron fence on the side of the Dia royal family did not rise, and the prince Dia weakly sat back on the chair.
When the last gladiator died completely, Prince Dia realized that he had encountered an unprecedented crisis.
Even the attitude of the seven entourages behind him has changed clearly.
This time he took the initiative to request Emperor Dia, hoping to marry a Persian princess, and also took this opportunity to publicize the power of the Dia royal family.
Stealing chickens is not eclipsing rice, not only has the three gladiators ruined, but the mission has not been completed. After returning, they will definitely be attacked by other princes, leaving one behind as a woman and being accused of national shame.
"Emperor Dia, if you don't have a strong gladiator, this gladiatorial contest, even if our Persian royal family wins!"
Hai Wuya is in a great mood.
Haier did not speak, stood up, turned and left, and when he left, he glanced at Ye Feng again.