Marvel: Opening Prince of Asgard

"Come and stamp a stamp, record a video, the first game tomorrow morning," the arena director glanced at Caesar, and stopped talking after recording his identity.

Every day there will be people participating in bloody battles, life and death have long been accustomed to!

"Yo, raw face?" The person in charge of the arena was already numb, but the others in the arena were still amused.

They need to relax.

"He just came to Saka? Does he still want to go out? Want to be a champion?"

A fighter with a bruised face but a strong body sneered.

"Haha, maybe, he just wants to make a lot of money!"

After each bloody battle is won, you can get a lot of rewards.

"Do you want to earn your life? Haha"

The fighters burst out laughing.

Until a fighter with a broken hand said indifferently: "Who of us is not taking our lives to earn?"

The atmosphere of laughter immediately turned silent.

Arena fighting is generally divided into two types, ordinary fighting and bloody fighting.

Ordinary fighting is all about winning and losing, but it is not uncommon to have a broken limb or an occasional death!

As for bloody battles, that means often only one person survives.

Live to the end and be the champion.

Tier 3 solar power made it easy for Caesar to win the bloodbath.

He quickly won nine consecutive victories, and as long as he finishes the tenth game tomorrow, he can challenge for the championship.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow's opponent will not be easy to deal with, please be careful," Valina said to Caesar, drinking wine that she couldn't afford before.

The betting table made Valina a fortune.

"Oh, in this arena, besides the desert Death God, there are people who can threaten me?"

Caesar asked suspiciously.

In addition to the Grandmaster, Saka has only a handful of Tier 3 strengths.

"Maybe, it's a two-headed ogre, very strong, he should have just come to Saka, and he wants to leave here too!"

Valina said cautiously.

She has carefully studied every opponent of Caesar, she is willing to give everything for Caesar, and she will definitely pay attention to protect Caesar's safety.

"Two-headed ogre?" Caesar looked at the Champion Building built by the Tiffany Group, where thirteen heads were arranged from low to high.

Every time there is a champion, the champion building will be covered with a layer, and at the same time, the head of the champion is engraved on it, and the image of the desert Death God sheep-headed demon is currently standing at the top.

"I remember that there will be an image of a two-headed ogre there in the future. Could it be him?"

Caesar picked up the glass, took a sip, and said to Valina: "Okay, don't worry, you should know that we are the gods, and I am the sun god!"

As a Protoss and a third-order sun power, the one who can win Caesar steadily in the universe is the overlord of the universe.

The overlord of the universe does not need to participate in the bloody battle at all.

The next day, the bloody battle took place as scheduled.

Varina sat quietly in the audience after spending all her money on Caesar to win.

"Ogre! Ogre! Ogre!"

A large audience cheers for the ogres.

Only the scattered audience was shouting for the sun god.

Up to five meters tall, with a robust body, covered in iron armor, and holding a two-meter-long mace that weighs several tons, the ogre looks very powerful indeed.

And Caesar, who is only about two meters tall, didn't have any exaggerated performances in the previous nine bloody battles.

In contrast, the audience supporting Ogre is naturally far more than Caesar.

"Break his bones,"

"Tear him apart,"

"Eat, eat!"

Ogre and Caesar have come into play.

Ogre supporters began to boil.

"Do you want to kill me with your toothpick?" the ogre buzzed.

Caesar had a one-handed sword in hand, and without a shield, the shield provided by the arena was useless against a mace weighing several tons.

And that one-handed sword, in the eyes of the ogre, perhaps looked like a toothpick?

"I'm going to eat you! Little man, you're delicious," the ogre swung his mace and started provocatively, but he didn't rush to attack.

As a Protoss, Caesar's flesh and blood does contain powerful energy.

"Big man, you are strong,"

Caesar circled the ogre, watching carefully for possible weaknesses.

He really felt the threat from the ogre, and that ogre also possessed the power equivalent to the third-order divine power.

"Come on!"

"Smash him, smash him!"

Both the ogre and Caesar felt threatened and confronted slowly, but the audience couldn't wait.

"Today is really rare, there are two good seeds, hee hee, maybe one of them can become a new champion,"

The Grandmaster sat on the high platform, happily watching the confrontation between Caesar and the ogres in the arena.

"Coward, coward,"

"Come on, Ogre!"

"Go on, tear him apart!"

The audience grew impatient.

"No, I have to rush them, but I can't make the audience wait! Good show, start!"

The master took out a controller and pressed it, and a small device on the ogre's neck emitted a faint electric current.

The ogre shivered slightly, knowing in his heart that the master couldn't wait.

He was an outcast because he accidentally ate a lot of friends and family after getting drunk at a banquet.

Then, he was banished here forever by the tribe.

From the beginning, he became the master's slave fighter.

Roar, the two-headed ogre no longer observed carefully, and roared up to the sky.

Take a step and rush towards Caesar.

Boom, boom, boom, the heavy footsteps brought by the huge body made the entire arena tremble.

The battle begins! *