The host stepped forward and carefully touched the body of the Hell Saint to confirm his death.
He also sent out soul torture to the entire audience.
"Who else wants to appear and challenge Ye Feng!?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into dead silence again.
It was as if they were afraid that if they made a single sound, they would be called to the ring by name. They were so frightened that everyone kept silent and felt inwardly.
"what about you!?"
The host looked at the group of gladiators who had just been kicked off the field.
"You were the first to take the stage just now, wanting to challenge Ye Feng and defend the glory of the gladiators!"
"How about it, now do you want to continue to go on stage to pursue your dreams and break through yourself!?"
In order to boost the morale of the gladiators, the host pointed to the statue on the side.
"Spartacus is watching you! He will give you courage and strength!"
Hearing this, the gladiators were all stunned.
I wonder if the host thinks we are fools?
We are simple-minded, but we are not retarded!
We can’t even take a slap from Torres, the God of War, and now you let us go on stage to challenge the strong man from the East who just killed the Saints of Hell!?
It's better to just let us go to hell on the spot!
Immediately, those gladiators threw all their glory and oaths out of the sky. By the way, let Spartacus go to hell!
One by one, they fled the scene as if they were captured.
"well……"
The host sighed heavily and muttered in a low voice: Shame on you, I still imagined that you could create miracles.
After all, what could be more inspiring than a group of underdog gladiators making a comeback against the odds and defending the glory of the arena?
As a result, the reality is cruel.
Those gladiators, with their tails between their legs, ran faster than anyone else.
"Is it true that no one dares to challenge on stage anymore!?"
The host took the microphone, looked around and said loudly.
But his eyes unconsciously glanced at the VIP seats, where the royal family members were.
"Let's go down and deal with that kid!"
At this time, two black men, a man and a woman, were ready to take action to save some face for the Roman royal family.
"No!" The young prince waved his hand, "No need to fight anymore!"
After all, even a strong man like the Hell Saint has been defeated.
The most urgent task now is to retain strength, wait for external rescue, and then work hard to avenge today's shame.
When the two saw this, they could only give up.
"Since there is no challenger..."
When the host saw that there was no movement from the royal family, it was obvious that no more people were allowed to leave.
So, I was just about to prepare and announce the results.
But just then - sting, sting!
Suddenly, there were bursts of harsh and strange sounds coming from the scene.
The host was startled and lowered his head to follow the sound.ωωw..net
Suddenly I saw the most unforgettable horrific scene in my life.
I saw that the corpse of the saint from hell was now squirming.
And his blown head was recovering crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.
While holding his breath and concentrating, the cold and three-dimensional face of the hell saint returned to the original state, as if time had gone back.
Immediately afterwards, the audience burst into exclamations and screams.
The saints in hell were minding their own business and stood up.
He rubbed his head, which was dizzy from being beaten, and soon recovered.
Sharp eyes, Ye Feng again.
Then, he slowly stretched out his hand and said in a commanding tone: "Give me back the gun!!!"