The light of light passed through the open arena and shot in the dark passage.

Yu Shirakawa walked along the passage and walked to the ring in a leisurely manner.

Cheers are endless.

All kinds of people sat around the platform, surrounding the arena from all directions, including the relatives and servants of the nobles, spectators who did not know the truth, and quirks who simply envy bloody scenes.

Without caring about these sights, Yu Shirakawa looked calm and held a short knife and looked at the opposite side.

His opponent was a big bearded guy, naked, carrying a silver machete that was more than one meter long.

There was a long and narrow scar on the big guy's face, extending from his temple to his nose, running through most of his face, extremely ferocious.

At the same time, the whole person's expression was extremely confident and he had a kind of arrogance that was not afraid of heaven and earth, so he almost wrote the word "pure man" on his face.

I have to say that the character model of this game is quite good.

Yu Shirakawa smiled and walked to his reserve position.

Beard made the same move as him, and at the same time he squeezed his eyes with contempt, sarcastic spirit—

"What, it's a bean sprout."

When Shirakawa Yu shrugged when he heard this, he also squeezed his eyes as he imitated his expression, and replied in a muffled voice: "What, it's a gorilla."

That exaggerated look instantly angered the beard.

"You are really not afraid of death, boy."

The beard laughed furiously, "This last words can be left on your tombstone."

"Haha, I was about to say that." Shirakawa Yu shrugged, his relaxed tone as if he was talking about the weather, "But you don't even have to choose a tombstone, because after you fight with me, you will become a delicious meal for a crow."

As he said that, he pointed to his head, and there were a few crows clattering under the scorching sun.

Beard felt that this was just a crazy talk from his opponent, so his heart was completely covered by anger.

He held the knife and roared forward, pointing directly at Yu Shirakawa's heart, no longer talking nonsense.

"Go to the death, boy!"

However, Yu Shirakawa saw through the other party's intention long before he took the knife.

He just moved half a position to the left, and the machete slashed in the air.

The next moment, he flipped his short knife with one hand, lifted it upwards, and then threw out an accurate and elegant arc.

Pooh—

Warm data, ahhhhh... blood sprayed on the ground of the ring.

The onlookers took a breath of cold air at the same time. No one could have thought that the slim Yu Shirakawa won, and he won so easily, like taking a picture.

Yu Shirakawa shook the blood of the short knife hard and turned confidently.

Behind him, the bearded machete fell to the ground with a clang.

——The big guy who was so arrogant just now would fall to the ground, his whole body was limp and slowly shrink his neck, and his hands were trying hard to cover his cut throat, but he could not stop the blood from gushing out.

Without looking back at the ring supervisor who had collected the body, Shirakawa Yu slowly walked out of the ring along the way he came.

NPC, who had just released a weapon, stepped forward and took his short knife, with an expression of unconcealable shock.

"You actually beat that big guy?"

"This is nothing." Shirakawa Yu glanced at him lightly, "I will kill as much as I come."

NPC car was silent for a moment: "There will be more guys who are better than him."

It's worth mentioning here-

Playing a ring-killing game, Yu Shirakawa has completely let himself go.

He had almost tried every move that he could do in reality, and he trained himself in disguise and became stronger.

Looking at the corpse, the first NPC was extremely shocked by the tragic situation.

"How many are this?"

Suppressing the calmness, NPC stepped forward to welcome Yu Shirakawa who returned from triumphantly, "Forty or fifty?"

"Sixty-three." Yu Shirakawa said with a smile, "I counted it very clearly. Hi, there is still a distance to the Hundred People Slaying."

npc:"…"

God's fucking hundreds of people killed... The warriors in his arena were almost slaughtered!

If this continues, it will only be just delivering vegetables to Shirakawa Yu.

One of them was killed by a few or two, and they didn't breathe.

Who can withstand this?

Thinking of this, NPC quietly showed a personalized shameful expression, and then changed a program to directly allow the final boss of ancient Rome to appear in the battle.
Chapter completed!