my age of magic

Chapter 414 210. Underground Black Boxing Competition
In the underground black boxing arena, everyone will become extremely excited because of the warm atmosphere here. Some noble teenagers grasp the railings of the iron cage with both hands, shouting desperately to the fighters inside, eagerly hoping that the fighter they like can finally win. win.But the person who can stand to the end is often not the bravest one, nor the one who is most eager to perform. Generally speaking, only the gladiators who can hide themselves in the crowd and deliberately preserve their combat power can persist until the end. The end of the game.

A maid in a sexy leather coat carrying a silver plate shuttled through the crowd. She didn't mind the salty pig hands stretching over from the side, and would often avoid some of the most critical parts of her stretching cleverly and flexibly. hands, and those hands that can only get some cheap hands will be left alone. Often at this time, someone will throw silver coins into his dinner plate. The maid will stop, and take out a handful of colorful chips from her bosom, and let the benefactors choose.

I looked over curiously, because the back of the maid's leather coat was tied with knots, dividing her back into countless diamond-shaped pieces. The visual impact effect, even if you know it is uncomfortable, you have to endure it!

Seeing me staring at the maid walking in the crowd outside the arena, Benjamin thought it was because I was very interested in this round of betting, so he leaned close to me and asked, "Jijia, do you want to buy two bets together? Any fighter can win, and if he wins, he can get double rewards!"

He took out a few silver coins from the pocket at his waist and kept tossing them in his hands. I glanced at them and shook my head to express that I didn't need them.

The friend wearing sheepskin soft armor next to Benjamin said to me: "There is no need to throw money to them in such a hurry, the more exciting the battle later."

Hearing what his friend said, Benjamin also caught a series of thrown silver coins with a dry smile, and put them into his arms again.

"Their fighting style is very different from the fighting techniques taught in the academy. When these underground gladiators make a move, they are often more direct and effective. Sometimes, after staying here for a long time, I even have an illusion. Will the fancy things I learned in the academy really be useful on the battlefield!" Benjamin was right next to me, and under the cover of a noisy voice, he told me his insights.

He focused on the scuffle in the iron cage, his eyes were very sharp.

I asked suspiciously: "Are they all soldiers who came down from the battlefield?"

"How is it possible? How could the imperial military allow someone to trample on their dignity like this? Most of the gladiators in these underground arenas are slaves or homeless, and no one cares about their lives." Benjamin said to me.

"How do these slaves have such proficient fighting skills?" I asked a little puzzled, but I was thinking in my heart: How did these extraordinary people become the legal slaves of the empire.

"These black boxing gladiators are trained for a certain period of time before being assigned to participate in the competition!" Benjamin patiently answered my doubts.

I know very little about the underground black boxing competition, so I listened with gusto!It is rare for someone like me to humbly ask them about the situation in the underground black boxing competition. They also pay attention to the fighting situation in the iron cage while introducing me to the basic situation in the underground black boxing arena.

"The gladiators who compete in the underground arena here come to several different slave training grounds. The owners of these gladiator training grounds only need to pay some fees to the black boxing arena, and they can bring their own Slaves and gladiators participate in competitions, and every time they win a game, they will receive a huge commission. Of course, those who lose will get nothing. Of course, slave owners can also participate in those bets. The game owners will only bet on their own gladiators!" The slightly fatter friend beside him interjected.

The friend of Benjamin continued: "War losers, deserters on the battlefield, debtors who cannot pay, criminals who violated the laws of the empire, aliens, civilians who killed nobles, vagabonds, etc., these types of people become slaves. Of course, there are other people who will become slaves for various reasons, but many of the slaves who can stand here are fighters with strong physical fitness, but they want to live here, not all An easy job!"

At this time, the battle inside the iron cage was coming to an end, and the last person standing on the field also paid a heavy price. Holding a dislocated arm, he limped around the field and turned to everyone. Man declares himself victorious at last.

At this time, there were cheers and curses from the stands outside, and some nobles threw the silver coins in their hands into the iron cage to reward the final winner...

Benjamin pulled me away from the edge of the iron cage, and nimbly slipped through the crowd. Before I knew it, I had already climbed onto the slow landing of the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. There were already some people crowded here. But Benjamin was still skillfully leaning aside, reached out and patted the shoulder of a nobleman who was looking down, covered his mouth and said to him in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious: "Sir Sheba, the gate of the arena A lady is looking for you!"

The man turned around in surprise, looked up and down Benjamin suspiciously, and then said in surprise, "Oh, really?"

Seeing Benjamin wearing a gorgeous dress, and standing next to him in a black magic robe, it didn't look like he was joking with him, and he squeezed out an embarrassing smile on his face. He smiled reluctantly, and after saying "thank you" to us several times, he hurriedly turned around and walked downstairs, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Benjamin raised his eyebrows proudly at me, and pulled me to squeeze into the empty seat left by Sir Sheba, leaning on the railing with both hands and looking down.

This is obviously not the best place to watch the game, but at the corner of the stairs, you can clearly see ten cylindrical copper platforms erected in front of the iron cage. These copper platforms form a semicircle around the iron cage arena , These copper platforms with a diameter of about one meter are about three meters high, and the surface is very smooth. Now many onlookers near the iron cage have gathered under the copper platform.But obviously this corner of the stairs is the best place to watch the copper platform, and you can have a panoramic view of all ten cylindrical copper platforms.

I asked Benjamin curiously, "Do you know that person just now?"

"That's right, most of the people here know Sir Sheba. He is famous for watching underground black boxing matches. He comes to almost every black boxing match. Of course I know something about him!" Benjamin admitted frankly.

"But if you lie to him like this, aren't you afraid that he will come back later and question you?"

"Don't worry, although he is a coward, he is not a fool. He was not deceived by me. He saw mine, and of course yours." Benjamin patted the badge on his chest, and then I flicked the magic apprentice badge on my chest with my index finger, then with a smile on the corner of my mouth, I leaned into my ear and said, "I chose him because he is very knowledgeable. He is only half a nobleman in the city of El." Identity, his father is a noble baron, but according to the laws of the Green Empire, this noble title will be inherited by his brother in the future, and he has nothing to do with him. The savages caught him, and although those savages were lucky enough to survive after they retreated later, people are also crazy and foolish all day long."

"He is a son of a family who has half a foot in the door of the noble family, how dare he provoke us!" Benjamin finally told the truth. In fact, his lame excuse did not expect to deceive him in the first place, but gave him an excuse. down the steps.

I can't help but think: It turns out that the nobles also have distinct classes, and the high-ranking people will always have more rights!

Now the top of the copper platform is still empty, but with the sound of cheers, the crowd below suddenly gave way, and a strong man with an upper body carried a huge hammer on his shoulders, and strode out from a secret door. Running out, he was only wearing a pair of black leather pants. The shiny leather pants looked like the leather of some kind of sea beast in the ocean. Under the light of the chandelier, they glowed blue. The black iron sledgehammer weighed nearly a hundred catties, but he held it on his shoulder as lightly as nothing. It seemed that he must be a powerful fighter.

He strode forward with a short run-up, and easily jumped onto the copper platform. Immediately under his copper platform, a group of nobles in gorgeous clothes were also cheering for him.

"He's Marta. This time he recovered from his injury and played this time. This is the real God of War in the black boxing competition!" Benjamin took a breath and introduced the first gladiator to participate in the competition.

I looked at his sledgehammer that was dark purple because it was stained with blood, and I could see that it was to intimidate opponents. Some dried flesh and blood, this Hammer Marta is covered with various scars on his body, and there is a clearly visible brand new scar on his neck. It looks like what Benjamin said, he has just returned from his injury. Gladiator.

Before I could turn my eyes away from Marta, there was already a thin figure on the second copper platform. It was a dry man wrapped in strips of linen. It was also covered with strips of cloth, and even his facial features were tightly wrapped by strips of cloth. This skinny figure appeared on the bronze platform almost without a sound. On his right hand was just a very simple boxing sword. , This is a special weapon that assassins will use, and this guy obviously only has a glove on one hand, it seems that he is extremely confident in his assassination skills.

Benjamin was also stunned. He obviously didn't know the gladiator. At this time, his two friends also followed. These two young people obviously did not have Benjamin's good temper. They looked at us and stood behind us. The person next to us patted the back of the two people's necks from behind, and waved at the two people like a fly, and the two well-dressed middle-aged people walked away from them with embarrassing expressions. to make room for Benjamin's two friends.

"Hey, Young Master Jie, you are really special. You like to squeeze into the corridor every time. There is not even a seat here. What's so good about it?" Someone with a slightly fat body complained to Benjamin.

Benjamin ignored his complaints at all, and asked him directly: "Where did that guy wrapped up like a mummy come from? How could he climb the bronze platform?"

"He, the origin is not ordinary. In the last match, he killed Puli with three moves and directly occupied his bronze platform. I didn't even see how he made a move. I just saw his boxing sword stuck in Puli. Li’s chest, Puli’s was still wearing a steel plate armor at that time, it’s just...” Someone chattered about the fat man and began to introduce the gladiators on stage one by one.

Immediately afterwards, another soldier who was carrying a Roman sword and wearing standard light armor like a soldier of the Grimm Empire jumped onto the bronze platform with ease, and the cheers were even louder...

Another lizard man with a scimitar hanging from his waist and only a rag wrapped around his waist stomped heavily on the copper platform. His green pupils were as cold as a poisonous snake, and he was a humanoid The body, but the head is like a lizard head, covered with green scales, and has a flexible tail behind it. I have long heard that there are some lizard people living in the deserted swamp in the south of the empire. They live in the rainforest. Good at controlling beasts, good at hunting bows in the jungle, good at poison, good at using scimitars, I really want to see the crotch of this lizard man, is there any difference between human beings!

It seems that this gladiator who came from a foreign race must have extraordinary skills, otherwise, how could he have a place in this underground black boxing arena.

Every time a gladiator comes out, Benjamin's friends will introduce their origins and achievements in detail. I am amazed that they have such a huge amount of information, and they must be regulars in underground black boxing competitions. A slightly fat friend pulled out a thin roll of notebooks from his cuffs, which actually contained some brief introductions about the gladiators participating in this competition, and it dawned on me... So that's it.

With the loud cheers again, a familiar black figure landed on the stage. His body was as agile as a swift piercing through the forest and full of explosive power like a cheetah. It was almost unnecessary to look at her face, only from the graceful posture of her body. The posture and the familiar movements made my heart feel like a knife.She was wearing a layer of black animal skin as thin as sand, from a distance it looked as if a layer of black oil paint had been painted on her exquisite body.Wearing a pair of black long leather boots on his feet, holding a big iron gun in his hands, his eyes filled with dead silence, he stood coldly on the copper platform.

I recognize her even in ashes—Hamasaki!
When I heard Jenbacher talk about Hamasaki and Baoji, I still didn't believe it. I thought that these two extraordinary leaders of the adventure group would never fall into such a miserable situation, but now I saw Hamasaki unexpectedly She has been reduced to a gladiator in an underground black boxing match. It seems that she has become a female slave of a certain slave owner. Although her face is still beautiful at the moment, there is only blood and killing in her eyes, like a war machine.

(End of this chapter)