Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 65 Genius Gladiator

Under the leadership of Gold Tooth Bailey's men, Spencer came to a dark cave. The place was extremely humid. There were water stains everywhere on the ground and walls, and there was a musty smell in the air.

"Okay, now that you've arrived, you should stay here first. If the number and time of duels are fixed, someone will notify you in advance."

After all, the man left without looking back.

Despite the poor accommodations, Spencer showed no displeasure.

These things don't matter to him anymore, he didn't come here for enjoyment.

"Hey guys, look up, there's a new guy coming."

As soon as he stepped into the cave, he saw the figures of other ant tribes.

"Haha, it really is.

Hey, newcomer, which ethnic group are you from? We haven't had any newcomers here for a long time. "

Obviously, these ants are the gladiators here, Spencer's peers for the next ten games.

Although he won't stay for a long time, he doesn't want to cause trouble. Seeing someone ask, he replied cooperatively:
"The giant jaw family."

"Oh, is that the giant-jaw clan whose nest was pierced by the star god and the queen ant was directly crushed to death?

I heard that the tribe was wiped out, but I didn't expect there to be any survivors. "

To Spencer's ears, such words were like adding salt to the wound, but even if he was as impulsive as he was, he just glanced at the other party and stopped talking to him.

He knows that it is not easy to live alone. In a new environment that has not yet adapted, he must learn to endure.

However, there is no order here at the exile gathering point, and the duel field is even more adhering to the principle of the jungle.

Instead, Spencer's forbearance has become an expression of cowardice in the eyes of others.

The gladiator who spoke to him before walked up to Spencer, and continued to ask with a bit of sarcasm:
"Hey, newcomer, is the legendary Star God really powerful? Your broken front jaw didn't come from running away, did it?"

This ridicule immediately drew laughter from the others, and seeing Spencer remained silent, this person became even more unscrupulous.

"Hey, you have a broken front jaw and can't hear, so why don't you answer when I'm talking to you?"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the tentacles on Spencer's head.

This series of actions by the opponent completely pissed off Spencer. He picked up the half of the broken jaw and stabbed directly at the opponent's arm.

The sturdy arm armor made of formic acid combined with metal failed to protect against the sharp teeth, and the gladiator's arm was immediately pierced.

"Ah! Bastard, you dare to sneak up on me."

The man reacted quickly, opened his front jaws, and bit Spencer.

The front jaw is the most commonly used weapon of ants. While biting the enemy, it can also use formic acid to dissolve the enemy's armor, which greatly enhances the lethality.

Once bitten by the front jaw, it is like being on a hydraulic machine, and one side will always break.

And usually, it's not the ant's front jaw that's broken.

Faced with the opponent's open and closed bites, Spencer did not have the ability to parry head-on.

As he retreated step by step, he was forced into a dead corner of the cave.

The gladiator on the opposite side was already murderous because of his arm injury, and he opened his front jaw and bit him without hesitation.

At this moment, Spencer was surprisingly calm, and he was so short that he dodged the opponent's attack.

Then he kicked his feet and hugged the gladiator's body. Relying on the natural strength of the ant tribe, he lifted him up and fell to the ground hard.

Taking advantage of the dizziness of the gladiator being thrown, he stabbed the opponent's weakest mouthpart with his broken jaw.

As long as it is inserted in this way, it will definitely kill the other party.

However, at this moment, a figure jumped out from the crowd and punched him flying.

This punch was really heavy, and Spencer felt his internal organs churning, but he still held back the pain and stood up from the ground.

He looked at the guy who crossed his legs at the critical moment, and said with a sneer:
"Why, one person is not an opponent, are you planning to deal with me together?"

The ant tribe who suddenly intervened was quite strong, almost half the size of Spencer.

The metal armor cast on his body with acid liquid is black and shiny, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

"Every place has its own rules. I can ignore fights, but I can't just ignore people who kill people."

Hearing the big man's explanation, Spencer was immediately laughed out of anger. He wanted to ask the other party why he was almost cut in two by the gladiator's front jaw just now.

At this time, the gladiator who was knocked unconscious also shook his head and stood up again.

"Neville, this guy is too arrogant and doesn't take you seriously. We have to kill him."

Neville looked at the boy who looked like a fool, and said with a bit of hatred:
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person. Get out of here and stay there. I'll take care of the rest."

As he said that, he grabbed the little boy like a chicken, lifted him up, and threw him out of the crowd.

Then, Neville looked at Spencer again, and while secreting formic acid to "take off" the armor on his body, he said in a leisurely manner:
"It's true that my subordinates are wrong, but you are also too ruthless.

The destiny of a gladiator is to die in the duel outside, not in this dark cave. "

"As an old man here, I think I should teach you the rules for this newcomer.

Oh, by the way, you may not know me yet, my name is Neville, and I am currently the gladiator who has played the most times in the Canglan Dueling Arena. "

"Don't say I'm bullying you, I've already removed all my equipment, come on."

Spencer was not intimidated by the other party's reputation. This conflict made him understand that there was no point in blindly giving in. He needed to go through a battle so that those who wanted to bully him would not dare to act recklessly.

Holding the broken jaw in his hand, he stabbed fiercely at the opponent.

However, Neville flew him out again with a lead.

What this guy possesses is not just a strong physique, being able to survive in the cruel duel field, his strength should not be underestimated either.

Spencer, who was knocked down, got up again and rushed towards the opponent again.

However, within a few strokes of the fight, he was sent flying by the opponent's punch.

For a time, the gladiators around were shouting to cheer for Neville.

In the minds of these gladiators, Neville is their goal. He is a dueling genius. No matter what kind of opponent he is, he can quickly figure out the opponent's way and quickly defeat him. .

Like this kind of rookie chicken, the opponent doesn't know how many have been cleaned up, and the strength gap between the two sides is really too big.

At this time, Neville looked at Spencer who was lying not far away, and said with some disdain:
"Although I know that the duel field is short of manpower recently, I didn't expect that Golden Tooth Bailey would accept all kinds of crooked things. A guy with your skills will probably die in the duel field after three rounds.

What a waste of my time fighting with a guy like you who has no tomorrow. "

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the armor on the ground.

However, at this time, the figure who fell on the ground not far away stood up again...

(End of this chapter)