After listening to the middle-aged man's description, he couldn't help but suspect that the Spartan Arena was probably a way for Apocalypse to filter his body. The middle-aged man's friend was probably already cold.
"By the way, you said that two people have been received by God in the past twenty years. Apart from your friend, who is the other person?" Luo Wei asked.
Middle-aged man: "A guy with similar abilities to my friend. He is invulnerable and powerful. I heard that he came to the Spartan Arena to kill everyone 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 talking about him on the road." Luo Wei said casually, absentmindedly. This Diops was exactly the Asgard warrior he was looking for.
After chatting with the middle-aged man for a while, he said goodbye and left, going to the gladiatorial arena in Sparta City.
As one of the most martial civilizations in human history, Sparta's arena was naturally built to be extremely majestic. It was very lively with a large number of spectators, gamblers, and gladiators coming in and out every day.
"Do you think Howlett can win ten games in a row?" a passerby said.
"Of course, Howlett is the strongest gladiator!"
"Hey, I don't think so. Ten consecutive wins is a huge threshold. His opponents are absolutely formidable, and they won't be the ones who died before."
"That's right. Starting from the ninth consecutive victory, each opponent becomes more powerful. In history, most of the gladiators who tried to win ten consecutive victories failed. I bet half a month's wages on him to lose."
The passers-by were talking a lot, and Luo Wei followed them into the arena.
The Colosseum is a circular open-air building with a arena in the middle where gladiators fight to the death, and spectator seats all around from low to high.
At this moment, the arena was filled with people. 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? He is very powerful?"
"Of course. Haven't you seen his previous nine fights?" the man said, "Howlett can definitely break through the ten-game winning streak."
"Why does he want to participate in the gladiatorial fight?" Luo Wei asked again.
"Honor, money, do we need to talk about this?"
However, another person nearby said: "I heard that he wanted to save his son... As long as he achieves a strong performance in the arena, he can be received by God, and maybe God will take action to cure his terminal illness.
's son."
Several people nearby started talking.
Not long after, a bald man in a robe appeared in the middle of the arena. His voice was astonishingly loud, like a bell: "Today, our immortal fighter Howlett will face his first battle after nine consecutive victories!
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"Whether he can break through ten consecutive wins, let's wait and see!"
"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience shouted together with the big man in robes, and the atmosphere reached a new level, and then a man wearing leather armor walked out from one end of the fighting field.
He has black hair, firm eyes, and a cold expression, like the sword in his hand.
Then, Howlett's opponent, a lean young man holding a pair of daggers, also appeared from the other side.
The two walked closer and stared at each other.
"The battle begins!"
After giving the order, Howlett struck first and charged forward with a roar.
However, the lean young man was flexible and easily dodged, and the fight immediately began.
It was obvious that the lean young man was a master of fighting who had gone through long and hard training, and his skills were very exquisite. In comparison, Howlett's fighting skills were much rougher, not much better than a beginner.
Therefore, after a while, Howlett was hit multiple times by the lean young man, and was even stabbed in the abdomen.
However, he seemed to be fine, and he continued to attack fiercely. While roaring, he waved the long sword in his hand like the wind, gradually putting the lean young man at a disadvantage.
"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience's shouts became more intense.
Luo Wei couldn't help but ask: "Is he immortal?"
"Yes, that's why we call him the Immortal Fighter." said the person next to him.
The battle reached the final moment, and every move was extremely sharp. Some parts of Howlett's leather armor were almost punctured, and the lean young man was also injured in many places, gritting his teeth.
He roared angrily, turned around, and stabbed Howlett's neck with the two daggers in his hands.
Howlett gritted his teeth and held the long sword in both hands, stabbing straight into the lean young man's chest.
Immediately, blood spattered, and both sides hit simultaneously. The lean young man stabbed Howlett's neck with both daggers, and Howlett's long sword also penetrated the lean young man's chest.
"Bang!"
The two fell to the ground at the same time, and the atmosphere in the arena was quiet for a while.
A moment later, Howlett actually pulled out the dagger stuck in his neck, covered the wound and stood up again.
"Howlett!"
"Immortal fighter, ten consecutive victories!"
The atmosphere in the auditorium instantly exploded, with almost everyone chanting the same name.
After Howlett won, he covered his wound for a while. When the originally terrible wound healed as good as before, he left the arena without saying a word.
From the time he came out to the time he left, he didn't say a word except for his roars during the battle.
After looking around in the arena and asking for some information, Luo Wei also left and found a nearby hotel to check into.
"Spit a stone." Luo Wei touched Shi Lute's head.
"Wow!" Xiao Shilute opened his mouth, and the mudslide surged wildly, and in the blink of an eye a large piece of stone condensed.
Luo Wei then took Luo Wei's Blade, cut off a piece, and carved it carefully. The image of the demon slowly took shape. It was a winged demon with a pair of huge bat-like wings on its back.
After these hours of practice, Luo Wei's carving skills have improved significantly, and the devil statue he carved finally has some appearance. At least it can be recognized as a devil and not a toy for children.
After making two more demon statues, Luo Wei was ready to take a rest.
