"Phew!"
After Ye Tian left, Aurelia breathed a sigh of relief. She guessed that Ye Tian had done it on purpose, taking advantage of him while he was angry at Pompeii.
How could she not see the look in Pompeii's eyes?
"This guy is really too much of a bastard. He's really too bold!”
Aurelia glared at Ye Tian before turning her gaze back to the arena.
Ye Tian's lips slowly curved upwards.
While guiding Caesar, he could also tease Aurelia and anger Young Master Pompeii. There was no need to mention the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in his heart.
This was too fucking awesome!
Who was Caesar the Great?
I'll come, I'll see, I'll conquer!
In history, what kind of domineering words would the future him say? It was a testament to his unstoppable power!
Teasing Aurelia in front of him made him inexplicably excited.
Not only him, but the ambitious Pompeii should be about to explode in anger at this moment.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
……
Inside the cage, two short swords were clashing against each other, while two shields were contending against each other. The battle between the two had reached a white-hot level, attracting everyone's attention.
The fight was very exciting, without any exaggeration. Both of them were fighting for their right to survive, and they were almost evenly matched. The strong male aura emitted from the two of them aroused the wildness in the hearts of the Roman people.
The blood that was spilled awakened the ancient Roman's fighting spirit. Everyone was shouting crazily, and the citizens standing in the back row were hugging each other.
"Clang!"
Another collision, the short sword in the Storm's hand was sent flying and stabbed into the ground. Blood was seeping out of his thumb and forefinger.
"The Storm is finished!"
Ye Tian calmly said to Caesar,""Remember what I told you before? The sword is the lifeline of every swordsman. Once the sword leaves your hand, it means that the swordsman is dead! Therefore, if one wanted to practice the sword, one must first hold the sword tightly and never let it leave one's body!”
"I understand, Teacher!"
Caesar nodded seriously, but his brow furrowed slightly. He realized that Ye Tian's head was too low, almost touching Aurelia.
But he soon understood. It was too noisy here, and if Ye Tian didn't get close, his roots wouldn't be able to speak to him.
"Puff!"
Sure enough, after the short sword was sent flying, the Storm Warrior could not hold on for long. His arm was cut off, his waist was cut off, and his thigh was cut off. After being kicked away by the young warrior, he struggled to stand up, but the young warrior had already stepped on his chest.
"Damned Stormbearer!"
"He lost, he actually lost!"
" How is this possible? The incomparably powerful Storm Warrior actually lost…"
……
Many people could not accept the fact that the Storm Warrior had lost. After all, he had won ten consecutive victories and had taken care of his opponents in the fastest speed possible. He was almost like a god of war in the cage.
The powerful God of War was defeated just like that. This was something that they could not accept. Of course, the main reason why they could not accept it was because they had invested heavily in the Storm. Now, they were going to suffer a complete loss.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us decide the fate of the Stormbringer who has fallen from the altar. Will he be beheaded here, or are you looking forward to his next performance?”
Krassu stepped forward and smiled at the excited audience. Everything was under his control, and he had reaped a lot this time.
Earning money was that simple!
Krassu couldn't help but think proudly.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
……
Just as Ye Tian had said, only the blood of the Storm Warriors could quell the anger of the gamblers.
Just a moment ago, they were still Wind-Heat Worshippers of the Storm. At this moment, they were the Storm's death spenders.
This was the tragedy of gladiators, and the ultimate fate of all powerful gladiators.
When their value was completely squeezed out, they would die in sorrow amidst the cheers.
"Puff!"
The young warrior brandished his short sword, and a head was cut off. Blood spurted out like a pillar, attracting the crazy cheers of the audience once again.
Every time a gladiator fell, it was the most joyous moment for the Roman people.
"F * ck!"
Pompeii couldn't help but curse. He was extremely depressed. This time, he had suffered a huge loss. One Talentkin and 20 Spartan slave warriors.
The Spartan slave warrior was fine, but where could he get so much money? Although he was already an adult, the money in his family was not something he could control.
A small amount of gold coins was fine, but that was a tower of gold coins.
In ancient Huaxia, it was equivalent to six hundred taels of gold. If converted into the currency of the future, it was equivalent to about two hundred million yuan.
This was a huge sum of money!
"Young Master Pompeii, it seems that I have won. Also, when do you plan to honor your bet?”
Ye Tian said softly to Pang Pei, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
One tower of gold, but he didn't know if this guy could take it out.
"You schemed against me?"
Pang Pei's eyes were red with anger, suspecting that he had been tricked by Ye Tian and even thinking about how to renege on his debt.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Ye Tian smiled coldly, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Hehe…you're just a citizen, do you have the right to bet with me? Also, I was just joking with you. Did you really think that I would bet with a b * tch? Self-righteous scum!"
Pang Pei quickly calmed down, coldly mocking Ye Tian.
He had decided that even if he could fork out so much money, he wouldn't give it to Ye Tian. After all, Ye Tian's status was so low.
Moreover, in his eyes, Ye Tian's face was very hateful!
Refuse to pay?
He didn't even think so. How could a slave owner have the right to gamble with the noble him?
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