"Sir girls! Good evening everyone! Still me, the beautiful commentator Maradona, welcome to our "Beasts" arena. Today's two gladiators are amazing characters. First, we are gladiator Fernan, who won six games in a row. Fernan is the old man of our "Beasts". He has participated in human-beast battles many times. His lightning figure, sharp sword moves and cruel techniques, I believe everyone will definitely not forget it. Let's take the lead in inviteing our Fernan player."

As soon as Maradona finished speaking, the audience recalled the roar of thunder, and countless people cheered at Fernan who appeared with serrated swords.

"Okay, a gladiator has already been on the court. Let's invite another gladiator with different styles to the court. This gladiator has the title of a noble lady killer. His ice-like temperament is really fascinating. The beautiful tricks make me fall in love with me. I believe that the appearance of the gladiator below will make the entire gladiator full of screams! Please invite the ice cold face, who is also a six-game winning streak, to appear!"

Sure enough, as soon as Maradona finished speaking, screams rang out in the audience. Countless noble ladies and girls stretched their necks, closed their eyes, clenched their fists, and were full of excitement. Many female audiences present even watched the cold wind game.

Han Feng slowly walked out of the iron gate of the arena with his mask, looked at the familiar environment, and swung his hands in his hand, raised his head and looked at the audience station around him.

The corners of the mouth were slightly curled, full of irony, but in the eyes of the audience, combined with the light blue iron mask on their face, a unique temperament of coldness and arrogance arose. The cheers that finally calmed down came with another scream.

"Oh, is this laughing at me? You can't bear it! Please bet on the audience. It's over in a minute. Please prepare for the two players." Maradona turned his back to Hanfeng with extreme shyness, and from time to time he turned back and threw two charming eyes at Hanfeng. Fortunately, Hanfeng did not look at him directly, otherwise Ryan might have surrendered.

"The time is up, let's see the support ratings of the two gladiators. Oh! The support rating of Cold Noodles is as high as 63%, but Fernan is only 37%. Don't you have hope for Fernan? So who will win the final victory in this even-match battle? Let's wait and see! The game begins!"

Fernan quickly approached the cold wind at the beginning. Fernan had dark red hair, which was quite handsome. The only thing that destroyed the beauty was his ruthless eyes, which made people feel bored when they saw it. In addition, there was a narrow scar at the corner of his eyebrows, which made him even more uncomfortable.

Fernan is also a sword dancer. The two long swords seem to have a good appearance, one is a little longer and the other is a little short. Both long swords have sharp serrated teeth. There are dark red blood clots solidified in many places on the serrated teeth. There is no doubt that they are two killing weapons.

After several battles in the arena, Han Feng became more calm and did not seize the opportunity. He decided to wait for his work and slowly walked like Fernan. Seeing Han Feng so neglect, Fernan sneered in his heart, spread his hands, and the serrated sword attacked Han Feng's chest and lower body one after another.

Han Feng took a small step back and dodged the shorter serrated sword. Two daggers held the sword edge of the slightly longer serrated sword and kicked Fernan's lower abdomen. Fernan is worthy of being a six-game winning streak, without any panic. He kicked Han Feng as if he hadn't seen the kick. Instead, he rushed forward, pulling the serrated sword that was split into the air back, looking like he was about to exchange injuries with Han Feng for injuries.

Han Feng had no choice but to withdraw the kick, sprinkled a few seeds on the spot and jumped backwards. The seeds immediately sprouted and turned into mutated iron thorns that had been soaked in dragon blood. The dark red thorn strips wrapped around Fernan's legs like a spirit snake. Fernan waved his two swords, and the sawtooths of the two serrated swords got stuck in the thorns. Fernan tug the serrated sword with force.

"Crash!" A harsh metal friction sound came out. Fernan was shocked by the failure to cut off the thorn strip. Unexpectedly, the thorn strip, which was not very reliable, was so hard, and the other thorn strips were not idle, and they all wrapped around Fernan with targets.

Fernan did not fight, and he took a few steps back with one stroke. What was strange was that the thorn bars were chasing like living creatures. Fernan retreated again, retreating to a big tree beside him. Seeing that the thorns were not chasing him, he stopped his retreating steps and decided to avoid the edge for the time being.

The strange thorn bar could not catch up with the prey, and kept twisting in place, like a poisonous snake shaking his snake kiss. At this moment, the figure of cold wind was no longer there. Just when Fernan felt that something was missing, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind, and Fernan was shocked.

"When will it be behind me?" The two swords swung back suddenly, "Oh!" A thorn streak stretched out from the ground and pulled towards Fernan's back. They were slashed into the big tree behind them by two serrated swords.

"Not good! I've been cheated!" Fernan wanted to draw the sword and turn around and swing it, but found that he could not dial out the two swords that were deeply cut into the trunk of the tree for a while. Han Feng's two daggers suddenly appeared behind Fernan, regardless of whether Fernan could dial out the two swords.

"Backstab!" "Broken skull!" The reverse blade, which was frozen in the ice, penetrated Fernan's spine deeply, and directly pierced Fernan's spine. The reverse blade was twisted and shattered Fernan's spine from the center. The cold wind pulled out the reverse blade. Fernan's body immediately softened, but no trace of blood flowed out, and the wound was blocked by the cold wind's ice thorn.

The ice touch penetrated through Fernan's neck, and Fernan's neck was frozen almost instantly. Han Feng pulled the dagger hard, and Fernan's neck turned into ice, leaving only the first half of the neck supporting his head. Fernan let go of his hands holding the sword and slowly fell down. Only then did the figure of Han Feng slowly appear from the void.

"Oh! No! I haven't started explaining yet! Why is it over? Haunt! Let me explain to the unknown audience why the cold noodle won. The cold noodle contestant first used the weird thorns to distract Fernan's attention. When Fernan was dealing with the thorns, the cold noodle used the thief's most basic stealth technique to hide Fernan's vision.

Then he used the strange thorns again to mislead Fernan to make a wrong judgment, mistakenly thinking that the cold-faced player was behind him, and the cold-faced player finally easily defeated Fernan. It was a battle of wits and courage.

Alas, it was another bloodless battle, but unfortunately the frost in the sky did not appear, and the opponent was too weak. The heartbreaking icy also declared the end of Fernan's life. Congratulations on the Cold-faced victory for the seven consecutive victories!" Maradona said with some regret, and the audience on the stage also yelled dissatisfied, but most of them scolded Fernan for being incompetent.

Han Feng pulled out the two serrated swords inserted into the tree, inserted the double blades back into the dagger set, and slowly walked into the lounge with both hands holding the two swords. The cheers behind him were endless. For the winners in the arena, the items of the losers were allowed to be handled, so Han Feng took away Fernan's two serrated swords directly.

"Congratulations, this is the bounty this time." The receptionist in the lounge handed a large bag of gold coins to Hanfeng. Hanfeng took the gold coins and put it in his pocket. When he got thanked, he walked out. The receptionist did not stop him. Hanfeng came at night every time, and only participated in one game every time, and he would never stop after the competition.

After Han Feng left the door, he walked into the depths of the alley again. After confirming that no one was following him, he changed his clothes and took off his mask. His temperament immediately changed and became ordinary. He lowered his head and walked out from another exit.

The next morning, Han Feng came to say hello to Mr. Mu and took Xiao Hui, Gui Si and Aina all the way to the Adventurer Organization. When the Han Feng arrived, Sheila was already sitting in the seat in the corner of the hall drinking tea.

Ryan was chatting with Talia next to him, making Talia smile all over his face. Urachi, Arnold and Vimesh had not arrived yet. Ryan saw the cold wind from a distance and immediately waved to the cold wind.

Han Feng sat next to Sheila and placed two jagged houses he had obtained from Fernan yesterday on the table.

"You can try yesterday's spoils or not. Just use them first. They are much stronger than ordinary iron swords." Sheila was not polite, picked up the sword on the table and waved it a few times, then repeatedly tapped the sword with her fingers, without even disgusting the dry blood.

"Did you win again yesterday? Hanfeng then did you win seven consecutive games? Many bounties! Please treat me to dinner!" Ryan immediately rushed up, and his appearance was a bit similar to Xiao Hui. Hanfeng rolled his eyes and drove Ryan away.

Xiao Hui was carried to the table one by one. After Xiao Hui grew up during this period, he was almost one meter long. After he carried Xiao Hui up, there were not many seats on the table.

Han Feng looked at the wolf and the other person carefully, as if he was looking for similarities. Ryan certainly understood Han Feng's meaning, and immediately felt speechless, so Talia smiled repeatedly.

Everyone in the adventure team knew that Han Feng was participating in the gladiatorial competition, but no one except Sheila dared to participate in such a competition. Sheila was very interested and said that she would participate in the gladiatorial competition with Han Feng for a while.
Chapter completed!