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Chapter 1492 Who else!
As soon as Spartacus stood there, the slaves were immediately overwhelmed by the aura he exuded.

The gang of slaves clamoring to move the equations all took a step back, they did not dare to step forward to make an enemy of Spartacus.

However, not everyone agrees with Spartacus. Many of these slaves are aggressive by nature. They used to live a life of licking blood in the arena. People have more or less heard the name of Spartacus, and they all envy and envy Spartacus. They want to become a well-known gladiator in O'Here like Spartacus.

It's a rare opportunity to run into someone who claims to be Spartacus, and they're not willing to pass up the opportunity.

"when!"

A dagger was thrown in front of Spartak.

In the crowd, a shirtless man with bulging muscles came out.

"Since you said you are Spartacus, let's use the arena to decide."

Spartacus itself is the most resistant to fighting with slaves. He doesn't like this and doesn't want to fight like animals, but this time the situation is different. He wants to protect the monarch he believes in. He believes in the equation and his That being said, that's why he couldn't let these slaves hurt the equation.

Spartacus bent down and picked up the dagger, "Report your name."

The man said proudly: "After you defeat me, ask me for my name." After finishing speaking, the man stepped forward and stabbed at Spartacus with his sword raised.

Spartacus reacted quickly, and his body dodged to the side, dodging the sword.

This sword came very dangerously, and Spartacus was a little angry, because this sword was clearly intended to kill him. Spartacus only thought that the man wanted to learn from each other, but he didn't expect that the man came to kill him .

Spartak's swordsmanship was excellent, and the two fought hand to hand, even if they lost the opportunity, they were still calm and composed, and after a few rounds, they knocked the man to the ground with his shoulder.

Because it was agreed that it was a contest, Spartacus did not make a deadly move, but just knocked his opponent to the ground and stopped attacking.

"you lose!"

Spartacus threw away the dagger in his hand, indicating that his opponent had been defeated, and there was no need to fight any further.

The moment Spartak turned around, the opponent who fell on the ground felt unwilling, and suddenly picked up the dagger and stabbed Spartak in the back.

This kind of behavior shocked all the slaves around him. According to the rules of gladiators, this kind of backstabbing behavior is contemptible.

Fang Fang was also worried about Spartak, fearing that he would be stabbed by his opponent.

Spartacus must have heard the movement behind him, and saw that he dodged to the side with a footstep, successfully dodged the man's sneak attack, and took advantage of the situation to control his wrist, and snatched the dagger from his hand , A sword pierced his heart.

In the courtyard of the hotel, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point because of Spartak's sword.

Those crazy slaves seemed to be slightly extinguished by this sword, the manic flame in their hearts.

Seeing the death of their companion, some people in the slave camp were very angry. Even if this person was killed by a sneak attack first, they still wanted to avenge their companion.

"Spartacus, I want to compete with you!"

Immediately someone stood up, and like the one just now, he also wanted to compete with Spartak.

Spartak's hands were already stained with blood, and he stared resolutely at the person who stood up, "Is it a contest, or a life-and-death fight?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The man held a long sword in his hand and slashed towards Spartak.

Spartacus was the same as before, he stepped back to avoid the enemy's sharp edge, and then suddenly bullied him, catching his opponent by surprise.

The battle lasted very short. In less than three rounds, Spartak used his superb martial arts to kill the No.2 challenger.

"I come!"

When someone falls, someone continues to stand up. These slaves are competitive and unwilling to admit that they are worse than Spartacus.

The same plot continued to play out. When the third challenger died under the sword of Spartak, the atmosphere in the front yard reached an unprecedented freezing point.

Those slaves were all afraid of Spartacus, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

"If you feel that one person is not enough, then you can have a few more people together."

Spartacus was already moving, holding two daggers in his hands, and his posture didn't pay attention to the group of slaves in front of him at all.

At this moment, he is no longer the gladiator Spartacus, but the soldier Spartacus of all nations.

"Let's!"

The slaves continued their challenge, and this time three of them stood up together.

Although such behavior is very cheap, these slaves no longer care about it in order to win Spartak.

One of the three was holding a shield, and the other two hid behind the shield, wanting to rely on the shield hand to stand in front, and then launch an attack behind the shield, using this method to kill Spartacus.

But how can Spartacus be dealt with by such a crappy tactic? He has fought so many melees in the arena in Praia, and his ability to survive until now has proved that he has strength beyond ordinary people.

I saw Spartacus rushing towards the man holding the shield like a lion.

The man holding the shield instinctively hid his body behind the shield, but his hiding gave Spartacus a chance.

Spartacus rushed to the front of the shield, stepped on the shield with one foot, and kicked up hard with the help of the shield. The three slaves hiding behind did not expect that Spartacus could fly into the sky and escape like this. Time is all dumbfounded.

When life is fighting, any flash god is fatal. Taking advantage of the opportunity of these three flash gods, Spartak's left and right daggers instantly chopped down two of them, and the remaining one with the shield has peed his pants in fear.

Spartacus showed no mercy, and pierced his chest with a sword. Since he was on the field, it meant that he had already put his life and death on the line, and he had to think about what would happen after he lost the battle.

In the blink of an eye, six slaves had already died under Spartak's sword.

Every one of those slaves stayed there, how could they have thought that the rumored invincible Spartacus was really so powerful that it easily overthrew six slave fighters.

Spartacus held a dagger in both hands, covered in blood, like a god of death, staring at everyone around him fiercely with his eyes, and asked angrily, "Who else?!!!"

After the crowd was silent for a while, several people stood up this time, "We!"

Equation counted them, and there were seven of them in total. At that time, Equation’s heart exploded. Seven of you guys really don’t even want your face. He walked behind Spartak and patted him and said, “You Stand back and let me talk to them."

Spartacus said firmly to the equation: "Your Majesty, please let me fight for you!"

(End of this chapter)