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Angron regained control of his body. He suddenly stood up and with quick and agile movements, knocked Yak out of the air.

The audience also erupted in deafening cheers for Angron's wonderful performance, with waves of cheers coming one after another.

The clown host in the air exclaimed exaggeratedly, "What the hell is going on? Angron stood up again, as if by some miracle! The situation was reversed in an instant!"

The Primarch looked at Yak who fell to the ground after being knocked away. He saw him quickly get up and only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Angron was full of doubts. The gladiator in front of him had no armor on him. According to common sense, his attack would be fatal. You know, those Eldar who attacked him had their armor shattered by his attack.

"Ahhh! These cheers should belong to me, they're mine! I should be the new gladiator champion!"

Driven by jealousy, Yak roared wildly, swung his two axes wantonly, and the iron chains wrapped around his legs creaked as he rushed towards Angron frantically.

Angron listened to the cheers from the arena and truly felt the admiration, praise, and joy. These emotions were like warm sunshine, dispelling the haze in his heart. He was intoxicated by this feeling.

At the same time, he was also nimbly dodging the double axes swung by Jack, clenching his fists and smashing them hard on Jack's head.

There was no tragic scene of his head exploding. Jack's body fell heavily to the ground and fell into a coma.

"I won, it's time to let me go." Angron looked at the clown host and said.

"No, you shouldn't kill him before you go back. This arena is only filled with the living and the dead." The clown host said cruelly, "Listen, there's no one in the audience who supports you."

All the audience members in the auditorium stood up in outrage, not cheering for Angron, but angrily scolding him.

"Kill him, Angron!"

"Cut him into pieces!"

"Tear his head off!"

"Where did this innocent gladiator come from? Without bloody slaughter, my ticket would be wasted! Give me my money back, give me my money back now!"

Such voices rose and fell, and Angron felt the surging emotions.

He became extremely angry and his face became ferocious.

The clown host re-explained the rules of the arena to Angron: "In this arena, only the victor survives, earning everyone's cheers and supreme glory. The loser deserves only to use his head, bones, and blood to add glory to the victor."

"So obey Angron, slay Yakko, and tear his head from your hands to claim the glory of your victory."

"No." The Primarch's face was ferocious, openly rejecting the wishes of the entire arena.

The audience was all surprised. "What's going on? We came to the arena to see bloody battles. Without bloody battles and one-sided dismemberment and killing, is it still a gladiatorial arena?"

"Ni Ma, give me back my money!"

"I'm deeply sorry, dear audience, that you didn't get to see the scene you were looking forward to." The clown host, standing on the floating platform, bowed deeply and apologized to the audience with a very sincere gesture. "However, next, you will witness a scene that Angron will regret deeply."

In the arena, Angron keenly sensed movement around him. The entrance slowly opened, and four guard-type iron men filed in.

They held iron rods tightly in their hands, emitting a cold and dangerous aura.

The clown host lost no time in explaining, "To allow everyone present to witness Angron's regret, the arena has specially replaced the iron men's batons with specially crafted iron rods. These iron men possess not only superb combat skills but also incredibly strong bodies. They'll definitely allow you to witness Angron's agonizing howls. Stay tuned!"

Angron was surrounded by an aura of rage, his muscles tensed as if made of steel, each containing a violent force ready to explode.

His eyes were red as he stared at the four slowly approaching iron men. His active brain was automatically analyzing and rehearsing every move of the iron men attacking from all directions.

Four iron men surrounded him tightly in a perfect fan-shaped formation. The specially made iron rods cut through the air as they swung, making sharp whistles that sounded like the whispers of death.

An iron man took the lead in attacking. His iron rod, packed with immense force, smashed down Angron's head like a bolt of black lightning.

In an instant, Angron's reaction was extremely fast. Driven by instinct, his body swiftly moved sideways at a speed that almost defied the laws of physics.

The iron rod brushed past his shoulder and slammed into the ground. The hard ground instantly cracked and dust rose like smoke, filling the arena.

The crisis was not over. Before Angron could gain a firm foothold, another iron man took advantage of the opportunity and pierced his defenseless back with an iron rod like a spear.

Angron spun around, and without hesitation, he used his arm to take the fatal blow.

In an instant, a deafening "bang" resounded throughout the venue. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if two huge rocks were colliding with each other.

A red mark instantly appeared on Angron's arm, and blood slowly seeped out.

But at this moment, he had already been completely overwhelmed by the negative emotions emanating from the audience. His heart was filled with endless anger and desire to kill. Pain was nothing but an insignificant matter to him.

Taking advantage of the gap in the iron man's attack, he grabbed the iron rod with his amazing strength and speed, and pulled it with all his strength.

The iron man was pulled forward several steps by the explosive force of Angron, and his metal feet left deep marks on the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining two iron men immediately coordinated and launched an attack.

One jumped high, and swung the iron rod from above, like a black arc; the other one stayed close to the ground, and the iron rod attacked like a poisonous snake out of a hole.

The moment Angron sensed danger, he kicked the iron man hard, who was being held by him and was losing his balance.

With the help of this powerful reaction force, he leaped high like a cannonball, turned his body in the air, and like a nimble eagle, he narrowly avoided the fatal attack from above and below.

The moment he landed, Angron didn't pause at all. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he rushed towards one of the iron men with an unstoppable momentum.

His fist seemed to gather all the strength of his body, wrapped in a whistling wind, and hit the iron man's chest heavily.

There was a dull thud, and the Iron Man was knocked back repeatedly by the punch. The hard metal plate on his chest had an obvious dent, and even fine cracks appeared on it.

The Iron Man here is a fighting machine designed by the Golden Humans. Although it was eliminated in the middle of the Golden Age, it was bought and used by commercial companies.

But he will not lose his combat effectiveness because of this attack from the Primarch.

They quickly adjusted their formation and, like well-trained soldiers, launched another fierce attack on Angron.

Under the siege of four iron men, Angron rushed left and right. Each attack was fatal, and each punch hit the flesh. Each dodge was extremely thrilling, and he narrowly escaped death.

The flying sparks, the spreading dust and the frantic shouts of the audience intertwined into a tragic and shocking picture.

At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, Yak, lying on the ground, had already been trampled several times, his body looking so small and helpless in the chaos.

But this is an arena where the strong prey on the weak, who cares about his life or death?

Nukeria is the most bloody and cruel arena in the galaxy. Everyone here, except the slave owners, lives under cruel rules.

The loser's fate was only death. Even if he was not killed by Angron or trampled to death in the chaos, he would be ruthlessly beaten to death after the Iron Man dealt with Angron.

In this land, life is as fragile as an ant, and victory and strength are the only rules for survival.

Angron's rage surged within him like magma.

He stared at the iron man in front of him, his eyes full of determination to kill.

When one of the iron men's attacks missed and his body became slightly unstable, he suddenly rushed forward and grabbed both sides of the iron man's head with his hands like giant steel clamps.

The Iron Man's mechanical body struggled desperately, emitting sharp and piercing alarms, and its metal joints twisted wildly, trying to break free from Angron's control.

The other iron men were attacking his body forcefully.

Huge pain came.

Angron planted his legs firmly, his muscles tensed, each bulging like a small hill.

With a deafening roar filled with rage and power, Angron exerted force, and the veins in his arms bulged, and the blood vessels wriggled like giant pythons.

Under Angron's terrifying power, the metal at the connection between the Iron Man's head and neck began to twist and deform, emitting dazzling sparks, and the parts broke under the heavy load.

Then, with a series of teeth-grinding "crunching" sounds, Angron pulled the Iron Man's heavy head off unexpectedly. The wires and hydraulic pipes broke, and blue coolant splashed out, drawing strange arcs in the dim arena.

Then he quickly dodged and distanced himself from the remaining three iron men.

"Oh, dear audience! What did I see? Angron actually forcibly pulled off the head of an iron man while being besieged. It's incredible." The clown host was very surprised.

Angron gritted his teeth, his heavy breathing barely audible in the clamor of the arena.

Sweat and blood continued to flow down his resolute jaw, leaving dark red marks in the dust under his feet.

He threw the iron man's head to the ground and dodged the attacks of other iron men with his body.

Although as the Primarch, he possessed instincts and awareness that were beyond the reach of ordinary people, but just now, under the siege of this group of iron men, he suffered two heavy blows to the head, and waves of dizziness came from time to time.

Various parts of the body were also attacked, and severe pain came from time to time.

The attack continued. An iron man seized the moment when he dodged and swung the iron rod with all his strength like lightning, aiming directly at his waist and abdomen.

Angron couldn't dodge in time and could only quickly raise his arm to block.

In an instant, a dull thud was heard, and the iron rod hit his forearm, as if to crush the bones.

Sharp pain shot through his arm, but Angron didn't flinch at all. Taking advantage of the impact, he slammed his elbow into the Iron Man's head like a cannonball.

With a loud "clang", the iron man's head was hit, emitting dazzling sparks. His body also shook violently due to the blow, and his movements slowed down instantly.

However, Iron Man's attack was not lifted.

The other two iron men approached from both sides at lightning speed, attacking from both sides with iron rods.

Angron did not hesitate at all. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward and rushed towards the iron rod.

He held the two iron bars firmly with his hands like pliers, tensed all his muscles, and twisted them with force, trying to snatch the bars away.

The Iron Man felt threatened, and his mechanical arms emitted a sharp buzzing sound, the sound of the power system running at full capacity. They fought back desperately, trying to break free from Angron's control.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

The iron man who had been attacked on the head before recovered at this time, quietly raised the iron rod, and smashed it hard at Angron's defenseless back.

Angron, with his keen senses, detected the changes in the air flow behind him.

He reacted extremely quickly, raised his leg suddenly, and kicked hard at the iron man in front of him.

With the help of this powerful reaction force, he rushed forward like an arrow and avoided the fatal blow from behind at the critical moment.

At the same time, Angron exerted force in his hands and swung the two iron rods he had taken towards the iron man behind him.

With the primarch's terrifying power, the iron rod, like a javelin, pierced through the body of an iron man at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by a whistling sound.

With a "puff" sound, the parts inside the iron man's body were shattered by the iron rod, sparks flew everywhere, and the iron man collapsed to the ground in an instant, losing his combat effectiveness.

The remaining two iron men showed no fear at all, as their programming allowed them to continue attacking tirelessly.

Angron's chest heaved violently, the negative emotions in his heart burning to the peak.

He needs to be released.

The Primarch raised his head and let out a deafening roar, which seemed to penetrate the entire arena, causing the audience's eardrums to ache slightly.

Then, like a mad beast, he rushed towards the iron man regardless of everything.

Every time a punch was thrown, the wind whistled and raised clouds of dust; every time metal collided, a crisp and loud sound was emitted, echoing endlessly in the arena.

"Yes, that's it! It's so bloody and exciting, this is the real arena!"

"刺2罪崎久伊 (三) 8六激, it's really exciting! Today is really a rare welfare bureau!"

"There really is a gladiator who can beat an Iron Man to pieces. This ticket is really worth the money spent today. When was the last time he did that? I think it was that undefeated champion."

The audience in the entire arena went completely crazy, with shouts and screams rising one after another, one wave louder than the other.

Some people jumped up excitedly, some clapped loudly, and some waved flags in their hands.

The breath of blood and fanaticism was like a surging tide, completely filling the entire venue. In this cruel land, the struggle of life and the collision of power became the feast that the audience most desired.

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Chapter 233: Angron and Konrad, Overwhelmed by Their Own Powers

Angron felt an extraordinary sense of pride and excitement amidst the overwhelming cheers, but it did not distract him in the slightest.

The Primarch's entire attention was focused on the only two remaining iron men in front of him. At this moment, he was like an enraged primitive beast, emitting a terrifying aura.

He tapped the ground lightly with his feet and circled to the side of an iron man at an extremely fast speed. Before the iron man could turn around completely, he suddenly jumped up and his legs were like a pair of giant steel scissors, tightly clamping the iron man's neck.

The iron man shook his body desperately, trying to throw him off, and the metal joints made a sharp sound of friction.

Angron held on tightly and at the same time exerted force to twist the iron man's head to the side.

With a crisp "crack", the iron man's neck connection part could not bear the weight and broke completely. His head tilted to one side and lost control.

Angron untied his legs and dropped from the broken iron man, landing firmly on the ground.

His gaze then turned to the last iron man. At this moment, the iron man was also adjusting his posture, raising the iron rod, and sprinting towards him with all his strength.

The iron rod was swung, causing a whistling sound and was about to hit Angron.

Angron was not in a hurry. At the moment when the iron rod was about to hit him, he quickly squatted down and rushed forward like a black lightning, heading straight for the iron man's chest.

His hands beat rapidly on the iron man's chest, so fast that people could hardly see his movements.

Every strike was accompanied by the sound of metal parts breaking and sparks flying.

It turned out that in this extremely short period of time, Angron, relying on his instantaneous understanding of mechanical structures and superhuman strength, had located the key part of the energy core in Iron Man's chest and was attempting to destroy it.