Paladin of Asgard

Luo Wei frowned slightly.

After listening to the middle-aged man's description, he couldn't help suspecting that the Spartan arena was probably a means for Tianqi to screen the flesh, and the middle-aged man's friend was probably cold.

"By the way, you said that two people have been received by God in the past 20 years. Besides your friend, who is the other person?" Luo Wei asked.

Middle-aged man: "A guy with similar abilities to my friend, invulnerable to swords and guns, and infinitely powerful. It is said that he came to the Spartan Arena to fight everywhere in order to win the heart of a girl in Megara City."

Rowe: "Is his name Diops?"

"Yeah, you've heard of him?"

"Well, I heard someone talk about him on the way." Rowe said casually, absent-mindedly, that this Diops was exactly the Asgard warrior he was looking for.

After chatting with the middle-aged man for a while, he left and went to the arena in Sparta City.

As one of the most martial civilizations in human history, Sparta's arena was naturally built extremely majesticly. Every day, a large number of spectators, gamblers, and gladiators came in and out, and it was very lively.

"Do you think Howlett can win ten games in a row?" said a passerby.

"Of course, Howlett is the strongest gladiator!"

"Hey, I don't think so. Ten consecutive victories is a huge threshold. His opponents are absolutely extremely strong, and they won't be those who were sent to death before."

"That's right. Starting from the nine-game winning streak, the opponents have become more powerful. Most of the gladiators who have won ten consecutive victories in history have failed. I bet half a month's wages on him to lose."

Passers-by were discussing, and Luo Wei rushed into the arena with them.

The arena is a ring-shaped open-air building, in the middle is the venue for gladiators to fight to the death, surrounded by auditoriums from low to high.

At this moment, the arena was full of voices, and the audience shouted loudly for the upcoming battle, most of them shouted the same name: Howlett.

Luo Wei found a place to sit down, and asked the person next to him: "Who is this Howlett, very powerful?"

"Of course. Haven't you watched his previous nine battles?" the man said, "Howlett can definitely break through ten consecutive victories."

"Why does he want to participate in the gladiatorial fight?" Luo Wei asked again.

"Honor, money, needless to say?"

However, another person nearby said: "I heard that he did it to save his son... as long as he gets a strong record in the arena, he can be received by God, and maybe God will take care of his terminal illness son."

Several people nearby started talking.

Not long after, a bald man wearing a long robe appeared in the middle of the arena, his voice was astonishingly loud like Hong Zhong: "Today, our undead fighter Howlett will usher in his first battle after nine consecutive victories! "

"Whether he can break through the ten-game winning streak, let us wait and see!"

"Howlett! Howlett!" The audience chanted along with the big man in robes, and the atmosphere reached a new peak, and then a man in leather armor walked out from one end of the battle field.

He has black hair, firm eyes, and a stern expression, like a long sword in his hand.

Then, Howlett's opponent, a young man with a lean figure and holding a pair of daggers, also appeared from the other side.

The two came closer and stared at each other.

"Battle begins!"

With an order, Howlett acted first and rushed forward with a roar.

However, the thin young man was nimble and dodged easily, and immediately started a fight.

Obviously, the lean young man is a master fighter who has experienced long-term hard training, and his skills are very superb. In comparison, Howlett's fighting level is much rougher, not much better than beginners.

So in a short while, Howlett was hit by the lean young man many times, and was even stabbed in the abdomen.

However, he seemed to be fine, and he was still attacking fiercely. While roaring, he waved the long sword in his hand like the wind, gradually forcing the thin young man to a disadvantage.

"Howlett! Howlett!" The voice of the audience became stronger and stronger.

Luo Wei couldn't help asking: "Is he immortal?"

"Yes, that's why we call him Undead Fighter." The person next to him said.

At the last moment of the battle, every move was extremely fierce. Some parts of Howlett's leather armor were almost stabbed, and the lean youth was also injured in many places, gnashing his teeth.

With a roar, he turned around and stabbed Howlett's neck with two daggers.

Howlett gritted his teeth and held the long sword in both hands, stabbing straight at the lean young man's chest.

Immediately, blood spattered, and both sides hit at the same time. The lean young man's daggers pierced Howlett's neck, and Howlett's long sword pierced into the lean young man's chest.

"boom!"

The two fell to the ground at the same time, and the atmosphere in the arena was momentarily quiet.

After a while, Howlett pulled out the dagger stuck in his neck, covered the wound and stood up again.

"Howlett!"

"Undead fighter, ten consecutive victories!"

The atmosphere in the auditorium exploded instantly, and almost everyone shouted the same name.

After Howlett won, he covered his wound for a while, and left the arena without saying a word after the horrific wound healed.

From the time he came out to the time he left the field, he never said a single word except for howling during the battle.

After looking at the arena and inquiring about some news, Luo Wei also left and found a nearby hotel to stay.

"Spit out a stone." Luo Wei touched Shilute's head.

"Wow——" Little Shilut opened his mouth, and the mudslide surged violently, and a large stone was condensed in a blink of an eye.

Then Luo Wei took the Rowe's Blade, cut off a piece, carved it carefully, and the image of the devil slowly took shape. It was a winged devil with a pair of huge bat-like wings on its back.

After these hours of practice, Luo Wei's engraving has improved significantly, and the carved demon statue finally has a certain appearance, at least it can be recognized as a demon, not a toy for children.

After making two more demon statues, Rowe was ready to rest.

"Buzz buzz buzz." Little Shilute looked over eagerly at this moment.

"Eat all the stones again?"

"Om." Little Shi Lut nodded.

Luo Wei: "I don't have any stones anymore, it's so late now, let's look for it tomorrow."

Little Shilut couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

Luo Wei sighed slightly, and took out a gem. Seeing this, little Shi Lute's eyes lit up: "Buzz buzz!"

"You know how to eat all day long, look at your fat body." Luo Wei gave him the gem, and then patted his stomach.

Little Stone Root happily gnawed at the gem.

In the dead of night, Luo Wei immediately went to bed to rest, and little Shilute also lay down in front of the window silently looking at the stars.

However, not long after Luo Wei fell asleep, a loud noise woke him up.

"Ah-ah!!" A hoarse voice came from the next door, extremely shrill, as if someone was being tortured.