A brief rest restored my physical strength and woke up thinking about this strange environment.

Survival is the only goal he set for himself. No matter how difficult it is, he must go home.

Before the prison door was fully opened, two vicious lizard soldiers had already rushed into the prison.

After his eyes turned black, his head was covered, Mark was pulled away like a wolf dog.

The heavy chain made him extremely laborious every step he took, and the clanging chain sounded like moaning and shouting.

After a long time, the hood was pulled off suddenly, and the subsequent kick caused Mark to stagger out, almost falling.

Before I could look up, there was a loud roar of laughter around me.

The light was dim, and after my eyes were relieved and adapted to the environment, I found myself standing in the middle of a cave.

The cave is not large in size, and many observation decks are built with wooden frames around it.

The crowds on the stage were full of lizards, with different men and women.

Beat, scold, laugh, drink and count money, bare your breasts and expose your breasts, show your ugly appearance, and everything is everywhere.

The noise is endless...

This place must be the lowest place in Kansas, and all the ugly human nature is fully displayed here.

If it weren't for being separated by barbed wire, I really wanted to take a hostage and run away.

Fantasy is fantasy, impulse is the devil.

The guard did not open the slave's chains, and laughed and found a place to sit down, taking a sip of wine at the right time, as if looking forward to the start of the good show.

One of the guards held paper similar to bills tightly and counted repeatedly with the help of saliva. His excitement was no less than the distortion after taking drugs.

Mark stood dullly in the center of the venue, naturally understanding what this was for. Involuntarily, a hint of sadness appeared in his heart.

It is too sad to fool myself so much that I trampled my precious life into something worse than a pig or a dog, and let these so-called lizard men be used as entertainment tools to fight with their lives.

There are a thousand and ten thousand ways to choose death!

But there is only one way to life.

Death is always easier than being born.

Close your eyes and bite your teeth, and you can achieve death.

However, life is far more difficult than death, and you will suffer more and you will naturally give more.

In order to survive and to go home, Mark cannot choose, nor can he choose. Only by defeating his opponent can he survive!

"Go home! I want to survive!" Mark said silently in his heart.

There are no referees, no rounds, no rules to follow, no right to get off and pause, the only ones are only monitors.

"Gentlemen, ladies, welcome to the Kansas Gladiator..."

The opening commentator, whose tongue like a lotus, was high and powerful, attracted the audience's cheers.

It was introducing it while spitting.

"The first one to appear was the 'Stranger'!"

"This slave comes from the sky and was once regarded as a spy..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sigh in the venue. Some people even tried hard to throw out the paper ball and kept cursing in their mouths.

"Get out of Kansas! Get out of Kansas!"

The newspaper clerk paused for a moment, shouting in a high octave voice, hoping to overturn the shouting.

"His opponent is the 'King of Gladiator' who coexist with violence and aesthetics - Nagorno-Karabakh..."

When everyone heard that Nagorno-Karabakh appeared, they were suddenly excited and cheered, and the cheers were rising and falling.

Its enthusiasm is no less than that of star-chasers who are welcoming their favorite film and television singers.

Nagorno-Karabakh has appeared.

He wore a black cloak, raised his hands high, and walked around in the venue with his stellar power.

The audience cheered for his actions, and some female lizardmen even exposed their upper bodies and shook their chests to attract Naka's attention.

Amid the audience's crazy cheers, the monitor finished his powerful speech and turned around and left the inner circle.

Nagorno had already walked a circle and returned to the starting point, staring at Mark with fierce eyes.

As the cloak was pulled off by Naka, a human suddenly appeared.

His strong muscles, blue veins, and scars all show off his combat experience. He is so tall that he is a big mark.

Naga glanced at him and a grinned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In contrast, this "outsider" appears so weak that it can be ignored.

What he cares more about is how to bring fights to the extreme to please the audience.

It is true that in terms of strength, agility and speed, Nagorno-Karabakh is far better than Mark.

"Naruka!Naruka..."

The audience cheered again.

The man named Naga ran violently, his movements were brutal, simple and rough, and his speed caught Mark off guard.

Just as hesitating, he suddenly felt his waist tightening and was gently picked up by someone. With his inertia, he fell heavily to the ground.

The dust was stirring up, burying Mark in the dust.

Mark felt a sharp pain in his back.

Naga could not allow his opponent to get up, grabbed the collar with his hand, and hit his right fist hard on the opponent's cheek like a big hammer.

After fierce attacks, his cheeks burst into hot air, his body flew out straight and fell to the ground.

Nagorno-Karabak hit a blow and ignored his opponent who fell to the ground.

After testing that his opponent's strength was far from his own, he turned around to face the audience and roared.

It was like a silver-backed gorilla, slapped on its solid chest.

The sound of "dongdong" is like a heavy drum of war, demonstrating his incomparable courage.

Seeing Naga so brave, the audience seemed to be the one who won the victory, and the cheers that followed were like waves, one wave higher than another.

Mark tried hard to shake his head so that his dizziness would disappear.

He stood up slowly, the blood in his mouth was mixed with dust, sticky and fishy.

While constantly spitting on the ground, he wiped away the blood marks on the corners of his mouth with the back of his hands covered with mud.

His eyes stared at Naka's silhouette and walked slowly towards him.

Mark could completely avoid Nagorno-Karabakh's hug, but he resisted this move, aiming to test the power, speed and reaction power of this so-called "King of Gladiator" Nagorno-Karabakh.

The opponent is indeed very strong. Fortunately, he did not kill him, otherwise he would not even have a chance to stand up, Mark thought to himself.

Although they were extremely risky, given that they were both humans, the difference in their power should be not far apart.

The bet is risky, but worth the risk.

Although I am not as strong as him, sometimes the sacrifice is always worth it.

This allows you to understand the opponent's skills, strength, reaction, and way of thinking of punching. After exploring the rules of Nagorno, you may defeat him.

After some thought, Mark strengthened his confidence.

The "King of Gladiator" is still intoxicated by the sound of worship and comes to an abrupt end with the audience's admiration.

After turning around, I realized that the opponent was not as vulnerable as he imagined, at least not now.

Naga was like an angry beast, roaring and rushing towards him like a mad cow. It was faster than before and more agile than before.

After avoiding the savage collision of Nagka, hail-like boxing followed.

The moves are sharp, the fist is strong, and you can directly hit the key points.

Mark stared at his fists, carefully avoiding the attack, and several times of boxing were brushed against his ears.

The fist wind swept across, causing waves of howling.

After the opponent's speed of dodging gradually slowed down and retreated to a dead corner and could not dodge, the man named Naga once again showed a hideous smile on his lips.

Naga's upper body was slightly tilted, blocking his own punch with his body, avoiding his opponent's sight with his right fist, and pouring out towards his opponent's lower abdomen like a rocket launcher.

The stomach suddenly contracted, gastric acid surged, and rolled in the throat.

After Mark resisted the eruption like a tide, the severe pain made him feel difficult to breathe, and he hiked his stomach with both hands and fell to the ground.

Nagka smiled knowingly again, which made the audience glance at his dark teeth.

"Well~"

In addition to being shocked, Naga suddenly jumped up, exerting all his strength, and hit Mark's back with his elbow with the force of Mount Tai.

Mark's estimates that the offensive against Nagorno-Karabakh was too optimistic that it would hit hard again.

He knelt on the sand, mixed with blood and soil, causing Mark to retching, but an inexplicable pain appeared in his heart.

The man obviously used himself as his performance tool, like a cat and a mouse, teasing him before killing the food, and then killing it and swallowing it.

In this way, the audience was cheering again when they reported to Nagka.

"Naruka! ~Naruka! ~"

The audience spoke in unison and kept calling.

The sounds are buzzing, which is equivalent to the frequency of a person's heartbeat, making people excited.

He heard the call, and it was as harsh as a needle to Mark, motivating himself to get up again.
Chapter completed!