Chapter 4 Colosseum Rule: 50 Consecutive Wins Can Get Freedom

After walking out of the iron gate of Colosseum, Merion's wrist was immediately tied.

"One eye" pulled the rope and fixed it.

"Well, from outside I heard the cheers of the audience inside. Your performance is very wonderful." He looked at Merion up and down and said, "You don't seem to be hurt."

It was the young man who looks like a thin monkey who followed Merion out.

One eye quickly put the second "knot" at the back of the rope on the young man's hand.

Shaking the rope in his hand, he craned his neck to look inside the door of Colosseum, and impatiently asked the guard, "Why haven't the other people come out yet?"

The guard said sympathetically, "The others can't get out!"

"What?" one eye widened his eye in surprise. "18 people died in a talent show and nearly 100 gold coins were lost?"

"No, I'm afraid it's more than 100 gold coins. One of the warriors was seriously injured and now he is in a coma. The treatment fee seems to be not a small amount."

"Hahaha," one eye couldn't help laughing and joking, "I guess master must want him to die on the spot."

"Yes." The guard showed a funny expression. "Some dogs know what their master is thinking, but unfortunately, the triangle is too late."

"Next, I'm not interested in listening to the performance of taking a condemned prisoner to feed beasts."

One eye holding the rope in his hand, he smiled at the blue-faced guard and pulled Merion and the thin monkey boy to leave in a hurry.

A group of guards with long swords followed them closely.

After leaving the pure white Colosseum, one eye took Merion and the boy to the training square where they were shouting and fighting.

Dozens of strong men didn't stop fighting and looked at them silently.

One eye untied the ropes for Merion and the boy. "You can wait here and have a chat with others first. But remember to keep your mouth shut from now on if you want to stay here."

Then he clapped his hands and shouted at the strong men, "You all have a rest and come here to meet your two new companions."

As soon as the one eye and short armored guards left, the atmosphere on the training ground became lively.

The strong men all put down their wooden swords and wooden shields and surrounded them, with incredible expressions on their faces.

"Why are you two alone today?"

"What about the rest of your companions? Are they so badly injured that they can't get up?"

"What's your name? Where are you from? Are you sold to the slave of Colosseum or the 'contract-free citizen' who signed the contract?"

Merion turned his head quickly and was thinking about how to say.

The thin boy looked at Merion gratefully and answered with a smart voice, "There is a coward who doesn't want to leave, causing all the audience to make catcalls, and 17 newbies died. I'm York, and my brother's name is Desen. We're 'contract-free citizen', a shabby farm from Simpson Continent Aidin. This guy just saved me and my brother on the scene."

The crowd burst into an uproar. "Oh my God! The first rule used in the first show of newbies is the damn first rule."

"Damn it, you coward!"

"16 people were buried with him. This kind of person is really rare. Whoever meets him will be unlucky."

Merion replied cautiously, "I'm also from Simpson Continent. I'm a slave sold here. My name is Whitman."

"It's Buck Whitman, the rising star on Cabul Colosseum." York added excitedly for Merion. He looked at him respectfully and said, "The audience likes you as much as they welcome heroes from afar."

The strong men were a little stunned. "What? Your first show? Is the audience calling you the star of tomorrow?"

"Then you will have a bright future here,"

"The person who was warmly called by the audience in the last first show is the Lion Avodo 20 years ago."

"Bro, what do you want from now on? Can you tell us first? Endless good wine, reputation, or countless women?"

Merion looked at them and said word by word, "Freedom!"

The group of strong men who had just shown an envious look was instantly stunned, and the crowd was silent seriously.

An elder man cheered up and said, "Bro, you are young and handsome with a promising future. Why do you choose the death road?"

"Exactly, according to the rules here, Cabul's slave Gladiator needs to win 50 consecutive wins to regain his freedom."

"We can't even lose one match in the middle. I'm afraid only the God of Colosseum can do that!"

Merion asked, "How long will it take for me to win 50 consecutive wins? Half a year?"

"There will be a competition almost every weekend, except for the vegetarian month in Cabul trade city."

"If you don't get hurt and Physical strength recovers well, it will take about a year, but..."

Suddenly, a whip hit Merion's head.

Merion instinctively grabbed the whip so that it couldn't hit his face.

The crowd was startled. After seeing clearly who was whipping, they immediately retreated.

The one who whipped was a tall Gladiator, more than half a head taller than the strong men on the stage.

Along with him, there were also two warriors. The strong man standing in the middle was about two meters tall. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and a pair of cold eyes was staring at Merion.

There was no expression on the tall and strong man's face.

But Merion immediately recognized the owner of this pair of bright eyes - the Lion Avodo, who had just given him a sense of oppression like the God of death on the arena.

Avodo was about more than 40 years old, with bronze skin and black eyes. He was now stripped of his armor.

The fighter standing on Avodo's left pulled Merion's whip.

Merion glared at Avodo and grabbed the whip tightly.

The fighter pulled two times in a row, but it didn't move. He looked at Avodo hesitantly, waiting for his hint.

Avodo spit out two words, "Let go!"

Merion stared at him and didn't move.

Avodo put down his crossed arms and asked, "Do you want to finish the one-on-one battle with me that did not do on the stage?"

Merion put down the whip.

When Avodo uttered the two words "Come on!", Merion quickly kicked the ground and rushed to Avodo like a leopard.

Merion was about 1.85 meters tall.

Avodo was much taller than him. He not only had long arms and legs but also had a stronger body.

Merion used all his strength to rush forward. When he approached Avodo, he suddenly squatted down and wanted to quickly hold Avodo's legs, push him forward, use the strength of his waist to throw him down, and then pounce on him with a heavy fist until the battle was over.

But to Merion's surprise, Avodo has mobility rare for his height. When Merion was about to grab his thigh, Avodo quickly retreated his right leg and squatted down, pressing all his strength on Merion's back.

As soon as Merion caught Avodo's left leg, he felt a tremendous force on his back.

Then Avodo pressed his neck with his left hand.

Avodo raised his body again and gently stroked Merion's left leg with his right hand.

A very light force made Merion's sight suddenly change from the ground to the sky. He was pulled and fell to the ground by Avodo.

Merion rolled on the ground and dodged.

Avodo was faster than him.

Avodo's left fist hit Merion's right cheek hard.

If it was a fighting skill to easily break Merion's embrace and fall, this was Avodo's real strength!

As soon as the punch landed on Merion's head, he felt that his head was buzzing like a non-stop beating of a plate, and his consciousness was blurred for a moment.

He even failed to resist Avodo's second punch.

Just when Merion felt that the punch on his chin would be so powerful that he would be unconscious and his jaw might be broken.

Avodo stopped punching him on his chin.

Avodo stood up and looked at Merion coldly, "See?"

Half of Merion's face was swollen and his right eye couldn't open.

He had already understood the gap between Avodo and himself. He could only look at Avodo with his left eye sincerely. "Is this the strength to win 50 consecutive rounds?"

"No! This is the strength to win 49 consecutive wins. On this Colosseum, no one has ever been able to win 50 consecutive wins!"

"In the last round, only when the audience really likes you and loves you can you have the chance to survive!" Avodo threw his tower-like back to Merion and said, "So you need to be whipped just now. Gladiator Whitman, I'll train you from now on. A real king not only needs courage and strength but also knows how to respect and worship the people who adore you."

The two men caught up with Avodo and asked, "What about the brothers? Who will teach them?"

"You can choose one. The elder brother, Desen, is very strategic and good at strength. The younger brother, York, is very flexible. They are both worthy of cultivation."

Seeing the three of them go away, York hurriedly helped up Merion who was lying on the ground in a daze.

"It doesn't matter. You are just defeated by your teacher." York patted the dust on Merion's body thoughtfully and said, "In the eyes of the general coach of Cabul colosseum, Avodo, you have the potential to be a real king. That's why he is willing to personally teach you and train you. I think he really wants you to complete what he hasn't done."

The strong men walked up to Merion and patted him on the shoulder with admiration. "It's been a long time since I last saw Avodo really make a move. He's as strong as ever. Buck Whitman, you're so lucky to be taught by him!"

A strong man winked and said with a smile, "Have a good rest tonight, you two newbies. As a greeting gift, the butler will take you to the best place in Cabul city tomorrow to enjoy yourself."

"Maybe this is the only chance in my life. Cherish it."

"Well, I feel stinky all over when I smell it now. I really miss the beauties and aromatherapy oil."