When Moya ran out of the door in a hurry, what he saw was Viscount Lager rolling on the ground. Then he looked at the beautiful purple-haired woman with a cold face. She still didn't understand the beginning and end of the matter.
He greeted all the women in Lage's family in his heart, and greeted the leading young man in white with a smile: "Haha, sir, please come in, I have prepared everything you need."
Liu Feng smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "You must be President Moya, right? Haha, this is really troublesome."
Moya quickly waved his hands and said he didn't dare. He didn't even look at his former regular customer who was howling miserably on the ground, and carefully bent down to lead the way.
Liu Feng waved his hand and led a group of people into the dark door. When he entered the door, his lips squirmed slightly, and a sound was bound by the inner energy and passed into Nicholas Snow's ears.
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"It's a nice leg, eh. I like it."
Nicholas Snow was stunned for a moment. He really couldn't believe his ears. That devil-like person actually praised himself? Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of comfort arose in his heart. His long and beautiful eyelashes flickered gently.
But his face didn't reveal anything, instead he snorted disdainfully.
Liu Feng didn't care. He smiled at Moya in front of him and said, "President Moya, I'll ask you to find a place where no one is alone later, otherwise the noble people behind me won't be able to bear it."
Moya wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Of course, sir, do I still dare to let you perform in the grand arena? Moreover, Grand Duke Ultra has already said hello to this matter."
The twelve people behind him let out a heavy sigh and finally let go of the pressure in their hearts. Although they had agreed to come here to train, after all, their identities were somewhat different. When the time came to train, they would definitely be disturbed by their moods.
Restraining one's hands and causing unnecessary harm.
And Liu Feng himself is not a fool. Although he said that in the city lord's mansion, it only hurt their superiority. If they really want to compete with slaves in public, it is really unrealistic. After all, this place is not about paying attention.
On an equal earth, slaves are inevitable in the evolution of civilization in this world, and Liu Feng does not have the lofty ambition to be an epoch-making hero who rescues slaves.
Lan Ying chuckled and complimented: "Instructor, you should think about us, you are not so unkind."
Everyone who benefited quickly nodded in agreement, and even the proud Nicholas Snow nodded lightly.
Liu Feng rolled his eyes: "Who cares about you? I'm just worried that President Moya's position will be ruined by your angry parents."
Everyone laughed dryly and quickly shut up.
Moya's steps in front trembled, and he cursed in his heart: "Damn, it turns out it was you, the bastard, who brought this attention... It's really fucking bad."
But he didn't dare to reveal the words in his heart. Looking at the group of arrogant young people behind him, they were trained like sheep by this black-haired man. They must be extremely strong after they have been in the death arena for so long.
, his eyesight is extremely poisonous, even if the leading young man looks lazy, once it breaks out, the power will definitely frighten people.
After turning a few more corners, a spacious and bright small arena appeared in front of us.
Liu Feng looked around and nodded with satisfaction. This kind of arena is somewhat similar to the ancient Roman arena on Earth. There are seats extending upward layer by layer around it, and in the middle is a wide venue.
Liu Feng and others were located at a height of four to five feet, just enough to overlook the entire scene.
With a slight nod, Liu Feng held up the guardrail and jumped down, landing in the field as gracefully as a fallen leaf. He waved his hand upwards to signal them to come down.
Liu Feng's free and easy posture makes many men envious.
Looking at the people jumping down one by one like divers, Liu Feng shook his head speechlessly. Only Lan Ying slowly swayed down with the Feather Falling Technique, and even Moya showed a little fighting spirit and jumped down directly.
Liu Feng's eyes were fixed on the four thick iron doors in the venue. Inside... traces of blood and violence could not be concealed.
"President Moya, call the people out. Remember, as long as they are above level five, the higher, the better."
Moya nodded quickly and said with a smile: "Sir, don't worry, I guarantee your satisfaction." After saying this, he clapped his hands gently, and an iron door opened in response, revealing a dark tunnel with no bottom.
"Clatter, crash." The sound of the iron chains colliding slowly came out from the tunnel.
The huge bloody aura became stronger and stronger, and the twelve people looked at each other in fear, and they all saw a hint of fear.
Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded imperceptibly.
As the sound of the collision of iron chains became stronger and stronger, several strong figures slowly walked out of the deep darkness.
The six big men who appeared in front of them had huge, ferocious scars on their naked upper bodies, showing the brutal battles they had experienced.
As the six people appeared, the smell of blood and violence surged in the field. Nicholas, Xue and others turned pale and couldn't help but take a step back. Even Moya, who was often influenced by this kind of smell, also stepped back.
In one step, only Liu Feng's thin body stood as steady as Mount Tai in front of the huge aura of blood and violence.
Nodding, Liu Feng said with satisfaction: "That's right, two seventh-level ones and four sixth-level ones."
Hearing Liu Feng's words revealing the strength of himself and others, the six big men were slightly surprised and locked their eyes on this seemingly ordinary young man.
A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the strong man in the middle: "You... are very strong."
Having walked on the edge of death for many years, he smelled an aura of danger in the young man in front of him, something that his previous opponents had never given him.
"Sir, his name is Boute. He is our ace, a seventh-level great fighter. He has appeared 323 times, winning 313 times, losing five times, and drawing five times."
Liu Feng was a little surprised, but he was surprised not by the number of games he had defeated, but by the fact that he could survive five defeats and survive until now... There was no such thing as failure in the Death Arena.
, because the loser can only die on the field, and only one person can stand on the playing field.
Seemingly aware of Liu Feng's doubts, Moya explained: "In those five competitions, Baote always defeated the opponent after breaking his opponent's legs. However, according to certain special regulations of the arena,
, he was judged to have lost those games, so this was the defeat."
Liu Feng nodded clearly and said with a chuckle: "President Moya, are they going to be handed over to me in the future? Let me do whatever I want?"
Moya smiled and nodded, "Grand Duke Ultra has already told me that these slaves will all be yours from now on, and you can do with them as you please."
Liu Feng nodded lightly, took a step forward, and said a few gentle words, which aroused the excitement in the hearts of the six people that had already cooled down.
"Do you want to be free? Do you want to get rid of your status as a slave?" Looking at the faces of the six people who were flushed with excitement, they slightly raised the corners of their mouths, pointed at the twelve people behind them, and said with a smile: "As long as you teach them,
What does it mean to fight to the death, how about I give you freedom?"
Following his hand's instructions, the six people nodded heavily. Baote opened his mouth and spat out a violent breath: "Can you really keep your word?"
"I don't like to panic. If you want to be free, you can only trust me." Liu Feng shrugged, turned around, and shouted coldly to the timid twelve people: "It's too late for you to quit now, otherwise you will eat it when the time comes.
It will be too late if you want to quit when you get to the point of suffering."
"That's it again." Everyone complained fiercely in their hearts, straightened their chests, and took a step forward.
"Since you all have chosen to stay...then...the training begins."