Then he rushed to the two of them and said: "The people who come here to compete are either death row prisoners or those Indians. I tell you this to make these customers look good."
"I tell those who must die, as long as they win the game, they have a chance to live."
Wan Shang asked in a deep voice: "Is anyone alive now?"
Oslig looked at Wan Shang with disdain and sneered: "Brother Wan Shang, how can you think that someone can survive?"
"I can guarantee you this, no one will get out of here alive!"
As if showing off his IQ, Oslig said to the two of them excitedly: "I'm afraid you don't know that in order to make these prisoners fight to the death, I told them that if they win, they will have a chance to live."
"They even told them that as long as they win ten games in a row, they will be free."
"But, they can only accept endless fighting, and it is impossible for anyone to get out alive until now."
At this moment, the two death row prisoners on the field launched fatal blows to their opponents.
Blood splattered all of a sudden, the cheers on the field reached its peak, and Richard II laughed crazily when he saw this scene.
Wan Shang and Fang Dalong looked very serious, even though the two people fighting in the field were Indians.
But in this situation, it was difficult not to move Wan Shang and Fang Dalong. They stared at Oslig, anger igniting in their eyes.
This fat man with no IQ is still so disgusting!
"You see, those two people can win as long as they win one game, so they will try their best."
"But look."
Wan Shang and Fang Dalong followed Oslig's finger and saw a faint smoke rising in a dark place.
If there is no one to guide you, you won't be able to see it at all.
"Understand it, no one can get out of here alive!"
At this moment, Wan Shang and Fang Dalong realized one after another that this fat guy was really... special!
In order to prevent these gladiators from taking action, they actually fired black guns!
The losers were quickly cleared out of the arena, and at this time the referee announced the entry of the second group.
"roar!"
When Wan Shang and Fang Dalong saw the people entering the venue, their eyes immediately turned aside, and their hearts were filled with overwhelming anger.
A girl with a face like a dragon suddenly appeared on the field, with heavy shackles on her hands and feet.
But his opponent was a strong man on death row in France.
"Oslig, how dare you put us Long Yan people in!" Wan Shang shouted in a deep voice.
His fists couldn't help but take action, blowing Oslig's head apart with one punch!
Oslig turned his head and looked at Wan Shang, whose face was full of anger, and said calmly: "Brother Wan Shang, I told you that the people here are all death row prisoners and Indians."
"That little girl is a death row prisoner." Oslig said lightly, turning his head and looking at the field.
He said with a somewhat crazy expression: "Don't you think that such a collision between absolute strength and absolute weakness will bring a lot of fun?"
"Look at how happy those people are shouting."
"A lot of silver and gold in their hands will go into their pockets with these cheers."
"Sun!" Wan Shang shouted out the quintessence of Chinese culture, and went up to punch him.
But at this time, his body was pulled by someone. Wan Shang looked over and Fang Dalong stared at him, shaking his head, as if to say not to be impulsive.
After Fang Dalong glanced at the duel field, he walked out and looked at the disgusting fat man, and said with a smile: "Oslig, stop this farce, I have a way for you to make more money."