Becoming a creator in prehistory

Chapter 66 Unyielding Will
Looking at Spencer who stood up again, Neville was a little surprised. Although he didn't use the deadliest front jaw, his strength was not blocked. Ordinary people were knocked down by him continuously, and most of them couldn't get up at this time .

He glanced at Spencer, whose legs were trembling a little, with a clear look in his eyes.

"The gap in strength can't be changed by just sticking around. Now it seems that you are not only a rookie, but also not very good at thinking."

After a taunt, Neville threw the armor on the ground again and walked straight towards Spencer.

The next moment, the battle between the two resumed.

Neville is known as a fighting genius. He is proficient in dealing with opponents in various ways in the duel arena.

Compared with such a master, Spencer is very mediocre.

After a few rounds of fighting again, he was knocked down to the ground by the opponent's punch again.

Although the pain on his body was unbearable, there was a voice in his heart supporting his actions.

"I have nothing now, nothing to lose except a life.

I will make the Tiger Clan and Star God who destroyed my homeland pay the price, and I will not surrender until the enemy falls! "

On the other side, seeing Spencer staggering and standing up again, Neville suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He rushed forward angrily, and knocked the opponent to the ground again with a few punches.

However, Spencer is like a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. He always stood up again when he thought he had won.

Neville has been fighting fiercely in the duel arena for so many years, he has seen all kinds of opponents, but this is the first time he has encountered a guy like Spencer who fights all by willpower.

At this moment, he couldn't help regretting that he had put on a good face. If he had used his front jaw, he might have already cleaned up the other party.

Looking at Spencer who was about to stand up again after being knocked down, he gasped out of strength and said:
"Huh, if you're a smart person, don't stand up again, otherwise I won't guarantee that you can live from my hand."

Unfortunately, his threat was of no use, Spencer stood up again, and rushed towards him.

Although his footsteps faltered a bit when he was running, and even though the metal armor attached to the outside of his body had been shattered and kept scattered on the ground, making clanking sounds, his eyes were extremely firm.

At this moment, he has no distracting thoughts in his heart, he just wants to defeat the opponent in front of him.

On the other side, Neville, who was not physically strong, looked at Spencer who was rushing towards here with a broken jaw, and also felt the threat from the opponent.

At this moment, he no longer cared about face, he opened his front jaw and bit directly towards the opponent.

Watching the two sides in the battle face each other, the hearts of the onlookers couldn't help but rise to their throats.

Just when the victory was about to be divided, a bloated figure walked into the cave and shouted loudly:
"Are you trying to rebel, stop for me."

The person who came was Gold Tooth Bailey. He looked at the two people who were still in a stalemate and said angrily:
"Am I deaf for telling you to stop, Neville, if you've got this much energy, give it to me in the dueling ring.

And you, Spencer, I didn't choose to take you in so that you could mess with me. "

Spencer didn't respond when he heard the words, but directly withdrew his arm. He ignored the front jaw that was already resting on his neck, staggered to a corner of the cave, and slid against the wall to sit on the ground.

On the other side, Neville stretched out his hand and touched the wound made by the broken jaw under the eye, and couldn't help muttering:
"What a lunatic."

Although Spencer's desperate move was crazy, it also left a deep impression on others. Everyone knew that this newcomer was a ruthless character who could drive the talented Neville to his death.

From then on, no one dared to trouble him again, and he had completely gained a firm foothold in the Canglan Dueling Field.

Of course, these are all at a price. This time he offended Neville severely, and by the way, he was isolated by most people.

Spencer didn't care, though.

He won't be a gladiator forever, staying here is only temporary, as long as he survives ten battles and gets the sacrifice promised by Gold Tooth Bailey, he will embark on the road of revenge.

To him, what other people think doesn't matter at all.

On the other hand, Neville had already regarded this lunatic as a dead person.

"Hmph, gladiator is a high-risk profession. As strong as I am, I need the help of my companions. I want to see how you die in the end when you are alone and helpless."

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Spencer was sitting in a lounge, and he was holding a spear with his second pair of limbs, carefully reinforcing the broken jaw as the tip of the spear with formic acid and wire.

At this time, an ant tribe came in and said to him:
"Get ready, it's your turn to play."

Spencer nodded and opened the door on the other side of the lounge.

Behind the gate was a long, dimly lit corridor. He clenched the spear in his hand and walked in without hesitation.

Follow the light source to the end of the corridor, which is a huge circular field, and the surrounding air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

The stands in the circular square were already full of spectators.

They cheered and roared excitedly, fully releasing the nature of beasts suppressed by the order of the ant clan.

That's right, this is the cruel Canglan duel field.

Although Spencer had already participated in three duels, he was still not used to this noisy environment at this time.

Moreover, the object of enthusiastic cheers from the audience was not him, a rookie who had only participated in two duels.

He glanced at another corridor not far away. Neville was smiling and waving to the surrounding audience. He was the star in this duel arena and everyone's focus.

Immediately afterwards, many gladiators came out of several other corridors one after another.

After all, the duel field is an entertainment place, how to make the audience happy, usually how to set up the competition items.

In order to increase the viewability and bloodiness, large-scale melee is the mainstream program of duel field battles.

Except for Spencer's first one-on-one fight, the next two games were all team fights.

This game was no exception, it was a ten-on-ten team battle, and his teammate was Neville on the other side, and they would face a team from another dueling field.

After a while, the duel officially began.

Following Neville's order, the other eight people opened up around him, while Spencer was left alone.

The enemy gladiators were not stupid either. Seeing this situation, they divided up into four people and prepared to kill the single one first.

For a moment, his situation became precarious.

On the other side, Neville did not pay attention to Spencer, but focused on the enemy in front of him.

Although personal vendettas have isolated him, he doesn't joke about duels.

"Regardless of whether that lunatic is dead or alive, I will take advantage of the current number of people to win this duel."

Thinking of this, Neville commanded his fellow gladiators to kill the enemy in front of him.

With excellent command ability and personal strength, the enemy is not his opponent at all.

With almost no casualties, he wiped out the six people on the opposite side.

This kind of sloppy fight immediately drew applause from the audience, and the compliments from his companions made him very proud.

"what!"

At this time, a protruding scream in the distance pulled him back to reality, and he remembered that the battle was not over yet.

I saw, in a corner of the duel field, a bloody figure was silently fighting with the remaining enemies.

Outnumbered so much that he was injured in many places, but Spencer still fought tenaciously. Not only that, he also pierced an enemy's chest with the spear in his hand.

At this moment, the unyielding will emanating from him moved Neville a little.

"This guy is really crazy."

Although he was merciless, he still couldn't help walking towards the other party.

The surrounding companions seemed to have seen his intentions. At this time, the gladiator who had previously clashed with Spencer stopped him and said:
"Neville, why bother with that guy, isn't letting him die to integrate everyone's minds?"

Neville heard the words, reprimanded without looking back:
"It is true that you are an idiot, with so many spectators watching from the stands, do you want to discredit me.

Don't give me nonsense, hurry up and help. "

(End of this chapter)