Iron Blood Journey

I spent the night on the straw mat. Although my wound was still aching, I managed to fall into unconsciousness for a while. The next morning, the guards came in, whipping people everywhere with whips, and shouted, "Get up, get up!"

Come on, you stinky bastards, how long do you want to sleep? Get up." Meng Fan was confused by the commotion. Under the urging of the guards, everyone was driven out of the underground cell. Meng Fan and his companions were driven to an empty playground. There was a simple platform on the playground.

There was a man standing on the platform. He had a cold expression and a murderous intent in his eyes. He was Hill, holding a roll of parchment in his hand. After the other three waves of prisoners had arrived, Hill stood on the platform and said loudly, "Today, some of you will fight for Mr. Jonah. This is your honor. Remember, from now on, you are all Mr. Jonah's opponents.

Fighter, there is no other identity, do you understand? "

As soon as Hill said this, there was a burst of boos from the audience. Hill's cheeks twitched a few times and he was angry, but he calmed down and said in a friendly manner, "You may have some misunderstandings about Mr. Jonah, which is inevitable. Mr. Jonah is indeed not a perfect person who can do everything.

But Mr. Jonah’s gladiator camp is the best camp in the Principality of Rosen. Here…”

Before he could finish, someone suddenly shouted: "We only fight for the empire, let Jonah eat shit!"

As soon as these words came out, Hill's face was filled with murderous intent. He looked at the group of prisoners of war in the audience with hatred, took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Who is it? Stand up!"

As soon as Hill finished speaking, all the prisoners took a step forward, and Meng Fan was not left behind.

Hill smiled sinisterly and said, "Why, you have the guts to say it, but you don't dare to admit it? I thought you were a hero." "Not a hero, but a real man at least." Meng Fan suddenly stood up and said. Dalf, who was not far away, looked at Meng Fan. He had never expected Meng Fan to take the lead. In fact, Dalf was also

Getting ready to take the lead.

Hill narrowed his eyes, looked at Meng Fan viciously, and sneered: "Well, you really look like a hero. Not bad, quite interesting, haha." Hill's laughter was mixed with a hint of cold murderous intent.

Meng Fan shrugged indifferently and said, "It's nothing, I'm just telling the truth..." Before Meng Fan finished speaking, Hill had already come in front of Meng Fan and kicked Meng Fan in the chest with his right foot. Only then did Meng Fan realize that Hill had already started. However, before Meng Fan could move his body, Hill's foot

The kick had already hit Meng Fan's chest. Hill's movements were so fast that Meng Fan was kicked nearly ten meters away, and two ribs in his chest were broken on the spot. In fact, since Meng Fan took the initiative to answer, he had been paying attention to Hill, just to prevent him from suddenly attacking and hurting people. But what Meng Fan didn't expect was that when Hill took action, he couldn't even see clearly. The difference in strength between the two was so great.

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Looking at Meng Fan who was lying on the ground, Xi Er shouted coldly: "If you don't have the ability, don't come out and play hero. Humph, remember this, if you do it again, I will take your life."

Meng Fan stared at Hill with red eyes, and swore in his heart: "One day, I will beat you down, just wait for me." Hill defeated Meng Fan with one move, jumped back on the stage and shouted: "Are there still people who want to be heroes?" Hill glanced at the prisoners with cold eyes and continued: "Humph, be sensible and remember your identities!

You are no longer just soldiers, you are slaves, you are Lord Jonah's gladiators! If you ever let me hear you talk nonsense about the Empire or honor again, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Hill opened the parchment in his hand and shouted, "Dane, Kaku, Darf... Meng Fan, Wright..., the twenty of you step out." Hill's words made the prisoners a little flustered. They didn't know what he was going to do, but Hill's prestige was still there and no one questioned Hill. After a while of noise, the twenty people stood up, and Meng Fan was also helped over by Darf.

Meng Fan had not expected that although Dalph did not say a word, Meng Fan could still feel his concern. The twenty people including Meng Fan were left in the training ground. Hill asked someone to bring over a pile of wooden weapons, including shields and spears. Hill pointed at the pile of weapons and shouted, "It is your honor to fight for the adults. You useless people are just a bunch of useless people.

"If you don't want to die, pick up these weapons and practice hard. In two days, you will all go into battle. If you die, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. Humph!" Hill left after saying this, and only ordered the guards to keep a close watch. As soon as Hill left, Darf and his men gathered together, discussing something. Meng Fan was not interested in them, so he found a place where no one was around.

He began to meditate and practice fighting spirit. Now he had to seize every opportunity to improve his strength. Two days passed in a flash. For the past two days, Darf and his men had been practicing this battle formation. Although this battle formation looked very powerful, Meng Fan only believed in his fists. Although Darf had invited Meng Fan to train together many times,

But Meng Fan just meditated quietly alone.

Early in the morning, Hill appeared again and ordered the guards to take Meng Fan and his companions away, put them in a cage and take them to the center of Versailles, where a huge building stood. This huge building was the Versailles Arena, the Beast Arena. The arena was in the shape of a cylinder, 20 meters high and 300 meters in diameter, and could accommodate thousands of spectators. Standing in front of the arena,

Meng Fan suddenly felt a fierce aura, and there was a strong power emanating from the arena. Although he had not yet entered the arena, Meng Fan could faintly smell a bloody smell. Meng Fan and his companions were first taken to a spacious room. Although it was spacious, it was dark and damp. The air exuded a musty smell, which was mixed with a hint of blood. Meng Fan found a random place and sat down to rest.

With their spirits restored, Dalph and his group of people also sat together, muttering and discussing something. Not long after, Meng Fan suddenly heard bursts of shouting coming from outside. It was not the voices of one or two people. It sounded like thousands of people were shouting at the same time, but the sound was too noisy for Meng Fan to hear clearly. Just as Meng Fan held his breath and listened quietly, the outside suddenly became quiet, without a single sound. This made Meng Fan very curious. He didn't know what was happening outside, so he stretched his ears and listened carefully. Suddenly, a miserable howl sounded, which scared Meng Fan. The person who was howling must be in great pain, and his voice was full of pleading and grief. Not long after, there was another miserable howl, one after another, a total of nine. After these nine howls, the chaotic shouting sounded again.

But Meng Fan was frightened by the nine screams and turned pale. Soon, a group of armored soldiers walked in and said to everyone, "It's your turn." Then they began to distribute weapons to Meng Fan and his men, a shield and a spear, but Meng Fan received a big hammer, which was about

Na took special care of him.

At this moment, the Cairo people suddenly shouted: "We are the warriors of the empire. We fight for honor. Let us tear the enemy apart with our battle array!"

Hearing their shouts, Meng Fan also became encouraged and was full of fighting spirit.

Not long after, the gate in front of them opened, a strong light shone in, and the fight began. Stepping into the arena, Meng Fan looked around and saw that the arena was 70 meters in diameter and very wide. It was surrounded by a 5-meter-high wall with four gates in the east, south, west and north. Meng Fan and his team entered from the west gate. At this time,

There were only twenty of them, and the other party had not yet appeared. And at the center of the place, there were nine people lying, no, nine corpses. Meng Fan walked over for some unknown reason, wanting to find out what was going on. When he got closer and took a look, he was shocked. It wasn't that the dead people were scary, but the way they died. All nine of them had their hearts cut out, leaving a hole in their chests.

There was a hole with blood oozing out. There was one thing Meng Fan didn't know, their hearts were not removed after they died, but were dug out while they were alive, so the screams were so sad and painful.

The reason why these nine people were killed in such a painful way was because they were sacrifices. Before the fights began, sacrifices had to be made in this arena, and the sacrifices were the hearts of dead and living people.

As soon as Dalph and his companions entered the venue, they quickly formed a circle. Fourteen people stood together in a circle with five people standing in the middle.

The audience in the stands were already somewhat excited after watching the sacrifice. Some even shouted, "Kill, kill! I want to see blood splatter everywhere! Kill quickly!"

The shouting of these people made Meng Fan shudder. It was too crazy. Meng Fan, who came from the stars, could not accept it. At this time, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous suit stood up from the VIP seat. He was wearing a black suit and a crown on his head. He stood on the suspended platform with a majestic and kingly demeanor. This man was the Versailles.

The city lord, Moriah Rosen, was also the younger brother of the King of Rosen Principality and a prince. Moriah Rosen took out a white handkerchief from his chest and gently threw it into the air. Following this action, the drummers around him began to beat desperately, and the deafening drum sound resounded throughout the arena.