Iron Blood Journey

After walking in the desert for three days, Jonah's caravan arrived at a small town called Berminsa. It was the territory of Viscount Berminsa and the only town near the desert. Although it was a small town, it was

It was the only way for merchants to pass through. After crossing the vast desert, this was the first rest stop. The constant flow of merchants made this place extremely prosperous. This was Meng Fan's first time entering this foreign town. The people in the streets in strange costumes opened Meng Fan's eyes. However, he was not here for tourism. He didn't have much time to stop and take a look before he was driven away by camel riders.

A camp. This camp is in the west of the town. It used to be a prison, but now it is abandoned and is just right for them. As soon as Meng Fan arrived here, he was taken away by Hill. Hill took Meng Fan to a flat area surrounded by stands. It looked like a circus performance venue. This is a performance venue, but it is not a circus performance.

Gladiator show. There were two people sitting in the stands at the moment, one was Jonah and the other was Hill.

"Sir, why do you think highly of this kid? I think he is useless except for being able to summon that strange magical creature." Hill said. Jonah laughed, "Hill, don't underestimate our little guy. A gladiator who can do magic. How about this gimmick? Haha, with time, this little guy will be an excellent gladiator, and even become the best.

An excellent gladiator."

"Your Excellency is wise, I cannot compare to you." Hill flattered him at the right time.

"Let's first see how powerful this little guy's magical creature is." Jonah said.

At this moment, Meng Fan, who was in the arena, felt a chill in his heart as he listened to the two people on the stage talking to each other. He thought: "Gladiator! Damn it, Jonah, you bastard, you actually asked me to be a gladiator. Damn bastard, I will never forgive you in the future." No matter how Meng Fan cursed and raged, a low groan suddenly reached Meng Fan's ears. This low groan made Meng Fan's hair stand up. He turned around and saw a huge black bear walking into the arena step by step.

This bear was much bigger than the one Meng Fan had seen in the zoo. It had shiny black fur, a strong body, and a mouth full of sharp teeth that were constantly dripping with saliva. Suddenly, the black bear stood up and roared to the sky. The sound was like a loud bell, a wild roar.

The black bear was two meters tall when it stood up. Meng Fan's current body was quite powerful. He was nearly two meters tall, with bulging muscles. In his previous life, he was a tough guy. But at this moment, Meng Fan was in front of the black bear, and he was filled with fear.

The bloodthirsty light in his eyes made Meng Fan tremble all over, and his mind went blank. The black bear roared again, and slapped down with both palms, shaking the ground. The black bear threw its limbs and roared at Meng Fan. Meng Fan was so scared that he was stunned. He was slapped away by the black bear's two big paws.

The black bear remained in shape, and opened its mouth to bite. Perhaps the pain awakened Meng Fan, and he quickly summoned Arnold, a three-meter-tall water giant appeared on the field. As soon as Arnold appeared, he was hit by the black bear. The black bear pounced on Arnold and bit him, but Arnold

Arnold was covered in water, so this attack was useless. At this time, Arnold also received Meng Fan's order, and he punched the black bear with water fists, which made the black bear howl. However, the black bear was quite cunning. It struggled to break away from Arnold and rushed towards Meng Fan instead. Meng Fan was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly shouted: "Arnold! Hurry, hold it!" Arnold pounced on it and hugged it tightly, letting it fight, but the more he fought, the more he fought.

The tighter he hugged, the brown bear gradually merged into Arnold's body. Arnold's body was full of water, and the black bear couldn't breathe, so it soon stopped struggling. At this time, a strange scene happened. With the death of the black bear, Meng Fan felt an extremely wonderful energy pouring into his body. This power made Meng Fan excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Not only that, this power also circulated in the body and repaired the chest that had just suffered severe damage.

Touching the smooth skin of his chest, Meng Fan was filled with excitement and shouted, "I am the cockroach that can't be killed, haha!"

At this moment, Jonah smiled inexplicably and said, "Hill, take good care of my little guy and find him a trainer, the best one. Let me see how much potential he has."

After a brutal fight with the black bear, Meng Fan discovered the magic of the golden finger, but at the same time he also knew what world he had come to, the world of gladiators, where there were only two choices: kill or be killed.

Of course Meng Fan didn't want to be killed. If he wanted to survive, he had to have strength. Fortunately, Jonah found a trainer for Meng Fan.

"...497, 498, 499, 500!" Five hundred push-ups were completed in one breath. You should know that this is already the seventh set of training. At this moment, Meng Fan was so tired that he lay on the ground and couldn't move. "Get up! Keep doing it!" A big black man shouted loudly. This man was the trainer that Jonah found for Meng Fan. "Humph! A waste like you can actually be a gladiator, waste, really a waste, get up, keep practicing, or I will kill you now.

You killed him. "

Although his physical strength was already severely overdrawn, the repeated calls of "waste" aroused Meng Fan's anger. Meng Fan tried his best to prop up his arms, and although the pain was unbearable, Meng Fan still gritted his teeth and continued.

The black man's ferocious face showed a hint of smile. Meng Fan's persistence won his respect. Although Meng Fan was a homeboy, he was not a coward. He was just addicted to online games. In fact, Meng Fan was still a very persistent person. In order to get a pet egg, he sat in front of the computer desk for a week. Unfortunately, it was a wrong place. Now it is different from the past. The game Meng Fan is playing now has only one life. At this moment, he is at the mercy of others. If he wants to survive in the cruel arena, daily training is necessary.

Be more cruel.

The black man kept draining Meng Fan's energy before allowing him to catch his breath. After just a breath, the black man led Meng Fan to the training ground, pointed to a row of weapon racks and said, "Pick one." Meng Fan glanced over, picked up a big sword and danced around, whispering, "It's light." This big sword weighed at least 70 or 80 kilograms, but Meng Fan could dance it with one hand and it felt very light. Meng Fan's strength was not small. Meng Fan

He tried all the weapons on the weapon rack and finally chose a hammer. Although it looks unprepossessing, the hammer weighs three hundred pounds.

Seeing Meng Fan had chosen his weapon, the black man put his hands behind his back and shouted at Meng Fan: "Attack!" This shout was so sudden that Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. The black man saw Meng Fan holding the sledgehammer motionless, and snorted contemptuously: "Humph, kid, if this was an arena, your head would have been moved, don't be stupid,

Come over here!" This time Meng Fan did not hesitate and raised the sledgehammer to smash it down on the black man's head. The hammer whistled straight at the black man's forehead, but Meng Fan's attack only made him curl his lips in disdain. The black man flashed to Meng Fan's right side and kicked him at the same time.

The kick hit Meng Fan's ankle. Meng Fan lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The black man who defeated Meng Fan with one move shouted at Meng Fan: "Are you an idiot? Or are you a bastard who has no brains at all? You are full of flaws. If you go to the arena, you are simply courting death!"

Meng Fan dusted himself off and stood up. He was not annoyed by the black man's scolding. Instead, he tightly grasped the hammer in his hand and said solemnly, "Come again."

Meng Fan rushed forward swinging his hammer. Meng Fan's move made the black man nod slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, but he still knocked Meng Fan down fiercely with one move. The black man trained Meng Fan for three days. Although he didn't teach Meng Fan any martial arts, he just drained Meng Fan's physical strength and kept beating Meng Fan, calling it progress in actual combat. However, this did make Meng Fan's strength make great progress.

At least he already knew how to fight with a hammer. Three days passed in a flash, and a real fight was about to take place.