This lord is very scientific

Chapter 527 Five-Color Furnace Meditation Method

Thatcher could foresee that the arena would usher in a new star!
Originally, I just wanted to see how the Elephant Terran was doing in my spare time, but I didn't expect to find a Terran who knew a new style of play.

Yes, a new style of gladiatorial fighting!

This style of play only relies on the power of fists and feet, but it can have the ability to use small things to make big gains!

Since the weak body of the human race can move the elephant human race, what if it is given to a star-level powerhouse?Isn't it possible to face the legend?
Of course, Thatcher also knew that this kind of thing was unrealistic, but she was still surprised.

It wasn't just her, there were only a dozen people in the novice field, and now all of them stood up at once.

However, Artest, the elephant-human race below, passed out in the last uppercut he gave himself.

"It seems that Artest, who came to participate in the gladiatorial battle to complete the coming-of-age ceremony, has already declared the failure of the first stop, but one of our newcomers has produced an amazing gladiator, and he is—Sparta!"

When the host's voice sounded, more than a dozen audience members stood up and applauded.

Sparta!
Sparta defeated the underage Elephants of the Elephants!
At this time, the winning Sparta was extremely calm and just walked out.

Thatcher hastily chased him out.

She was wearing a hip-wrapping dress that is popular now, and the black lace skirt tightly wrapped her body, making her trot extremely enchanting.

However, the dozen or so spectators didn't have time to pay attention to Thatcher, but paid close attention to the human gladiator named "Sparta" just now.

They also want to fight for this kind of potential stock!
……

However, in the end they failed.

Not even the fastest man ever saw Sparta.

Because that Spartan seemed to be a professional, and started the second game without resting at all.

So they went to the next arena non-stop, including Thatcher.

The matching rule of the arena is that people with similar or the same winning streaks face each other, and people with similar or the same winning percentages face each other.

Therefore, it is not a big deal if there are many people who win the first game. Those who win three games in a row are considered lucky, but it is very difficult to win five or more games in a row.

And these audiences, including Thatcher, believed that Sparta had the potential to win ten consecutive victories, if not today, it would be someday in the future!
This is the second game. These spectators have encountered this kind of opportunity. Of course, they have to witness it from the beginning. This is one of the reasons why they came to the novice field!

The thirty or so spectators who were present at the scene immediately understood something when they saw other people rushing in, so they looked down the field one by one.

"Mrs. Thatcher, are you looking for a new servant again?"

Just as Mrs. Thatcher came over, a girl in a pink dress hugged two muscular men and stood up.

This girl looks coquettish, and there is a thick tail behind her buttocks, which is covered with pink silk, and there are servants behind her who specially lift her tail.

"Queen of Pink Street? Oh, Stuart's taste is good, right? Last time I forgot to tell you that although he is a tauren, the beginning is the end." Thatcher's original trotting posture changed to a kind The noble and reserved temperament is revealed.

Before the death of her viscount husband, she was one of the legitimate viscountess....

Naturally, there is the arrogance of aristocrats.

"Stuart?" The woman known as the Queen of Pink Street narrowed her eyes. This name represented a majestic tauren she was snatching from Thatcher.

It's a pity that the tauren is a young man who sprays at the first touch, so he can't be used much.

"That's a coincidence, Stuart's beef tongue is thick and long." The Queen of Pink Street chuckled.

"Oh? Haha, you dragon people, it is said that there are scales there too, isn't it? He is not afraid of scratching? Haha..." Mrs. Thatcher smiled slightly and continued to fight back.

When the two confronted each other, the two gladiators below also entered the arena.

One is the human gladiator "Sparta" just now.

The other is a male enchantress.

I saw that the male enchantress had a muscular figure, and the muscles of the upper body were sharp and angular, but the skin was white, smooth and elastic.

"It seems that this enchantress is the one that Nixin has taken a fancy to... Tsk tsk, I haven't tasted the taste of enchantress a few times."

The Queen of Pink Street looked at the beautiful enchantress below, especially at the enchantress's body, her eyes lit up.

"Hehe." Although Thatcher felt a little thirsty looking at the male enchantress, his attention was still on that "Sparta".

Sparta is her prey!
At this time, after the host announced the start, the two people below also started fighting.

Although the male enchantress had a strong body and delicate skin, he roared and turned into a giant black wolf.

The Queen of Pink Street looked at the second half of the giant wolf, her eyes lit up again: "Not bad."

Then she glanced at Thatcher and said, "He's mine now."

Thatcher didn't bother to pay attention to her, but stared at "Sparta", looking forward to the previous scene.

really!

The giant wolf transformed by the enchantress flew down towards Sparta, but Sparta still held a strange posture, just stroking, pulling and pushing, and pointed the head of the giant wolf to the ground Hit it.

And it seemed that Sparta didn't blush, didn't have much consumption, and didn't take a breath, as if he just slapped a fly at random.

There is no opening and closing, no punching and kicking, no punching to the flesh.

It seemed that Sparta simply stroked the wild horse's mane, and the monster transformed into a wolf fell asleep there.

Seeing this, there were exclamations in the auditorium.

"Lava! What's that!"

"I swear, there must be nothing wrong with my eyes!"

"Too powerful! This is a different kind of power!"

The audience exclaimed, but they annoyed the enchantress giant wolf who was dizzy just now.

So he shook his head twice, then stood up from the ground, opened his bloody mouth, and rushed forward again.

"Roar!!!"

Extremely angry, he aimed his claws at Sparta's throat, as if he could tear it apart in an instant.

It's not that no one has died in the arena, and it is because of the death that people appear more real.

However, Nasparta was not afraid, his eyes calmly looked at the sharp claws of the giant wolf, his hands shot out in an instant, caught the arm of the giant wolf, and then turned his waist at an extremely fast speed, directly over his shoulders fall.

"boom!!"

The body of the Giant Wolf Demon Fairy was thrown to the ground, but she couldn't get up for a while.

Then, Sparta let out a breath slowly, which contained a special breath, and there was a flash of five-color light in his eyes.

……

In the stands, the Queen of Pink Street naturally knew who Thatcher was targeting.

It's just that seeing the breath in Nasparta's mouth, his pupils trembled.

"That's... the five-color melting pot!"

(End of this chapter)