In the state of being imprisoned, slave fighters have no weapons.

Of course, as a ghost swordsman, Midi, his extremely sharp "kill" and "kill" swords were naturally taken away.

In other words, in this black rock cave, everyone was empty-handed.

This is a fatal weakening for professions that rely on weapons - Ghost Swordsman, Wandering Gunner, etc.

However, races like the Lizardman who are the main players in fighting professions can be dominated by their powerful physical strength in this kind of cave.

In addition, the scales that looked like metal armor were not even able to hurt them.

At this moment, the punch from the lizardman was shot without any warning. With the violent fist wind, not only caused the dark magic power around him to surging, but even made the golden and red sword lights around Midi sway slightly.

Fighter skills, Cunquan

If you are hit hard by this punch, let alone iron armor, even the steel plate of the city gate will be punched into a hole. Moreover, this move is extremely fast and does not require accumulation of force at all, making it difficult to defend.

However, how could Midi, who was always vigilant, be restricted by such tricks?

With a light ghost step, Midi flashed through the opponent's attack instantly.

"Interesting, but you are still no match for me," the Lizardman roared excitedly.

He relies on his thick skin and a fighter profession, so he is determined to be able to eat rice without weapons.

What's more, the other party is still a weak human, and I'm afraid it's impossible to adapt to the combat style of the dark area.

So after the Lizardman's punch was flashed, he not only did not panic, but instead came to his sense of motivation - a sandbag that could beat a few more times is a good sandbag.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a sudden pain in his waist.

Midi did not have a sword, so of course he would not take out the arm rings that turned into the dagger "golden forgiveness". However, a red sword completely condensed with sword light appeared on his hand.

It looks like the usual lightsaber

Of course, the power of this sword light is still far from that of real weapons. After all, it is just a condensation of magic power, not made of treasures.

However, it is no problem to use it to cut off a lizardman's scale without any defense or equipment.

Not only that, with such a lightsword-like substitute in his hand, the many sword skills of the Ghost Swordsman can also be easily used.

Before the lizardman could react, Midie immediately took another step forward, and the red light flashed in his hand, and three sections of upper, middle and lower were slashed out in succession.

Ghost Swordsman skill, three consecutive slashes.

For a moment, the lizardman's proud scales were cut to pieces and blood splattered everywhere.

However, the next moment, when he finally woke up, a layer of black energy immediately rose all over his body.

Fighter skills, steel bars and iron bones.

"Silly human, how dare you hurt me? You are dead and no one in this world can save you." The Lizardman was finally angry, or he was already a little hysterical after discovering that he was actually injured by a weak human.

"Come on." Midi said lightly, the sword light in his hand rose again, and instantly turned into two swords.

However, this battle comes and goes quickly.

Suddenly, a huge pressure fell from the sky, causing all the slave fighters in the entire Black Rock Cave to feel a sense of suffocation and oppression.

This is obviously meaningless to Midi, who is currently deprived of his personal freedom.

If you want to go out to explore, you must at least wait until you restore your freedom.

As for now, the most important thing is competition.

"Tomorrow is the selection, and you will be able to win by then." A cold light flashed in Midi's eyes.

Originally, there would be a few eyesore guys who would go to trouble Midi.

However, after the boss's Lizardman came like this, no one dared to mess with Midi.

These slave fighters do not understand humans and are prejudiced, and regard them as weak races, but this does not mean that they cannot see Midi's skills in the brief confrontation just now.

This human boy who looks tender and tender is a tough character

The gray dwarfs, the black dwarfs, the goblins, and even the dark elves all agreed so unanimously.

That night, all the slave fighters were in peace.

There is no sunshine in the dark area, but this does not mean that the underground magnetic field, the intensity of magic, and the light and dark changes of the four light sources in the spider tribe can still easily feel the passage of twenty-four hours.

The next day, "early morning" - or eight hours later, the thick iron gate of the Black Rock Cave slowly opened.

I don’t know if it was because of the participation of Midi, a human being, this time the selection of slave fighters, the not-so-large arena of the Tarantula tribe was almost full.

Many familiar faces from the caravan appeared in the stands, not only that, but even Gorlandis came.

Midie was surprised to see the priestess' delicate but angry face from the fence at the entrance.

On one side of the stand, there is an extremely special audience seat, where there are a group of equally diverse races, and on both sides are guards and mages of the Tarantula Tribe.

"Those slave fighters from the White Rock Cave." It seemed that Midi's doubt was seen. The steady dark elf guard explained before, "If you can win the selection, you will be sent there, but only one person can win the entire selection."

Without the other party's explanation, Midie immediately understood that even among slave fighters, there was a clear level division.

He couldn't even help but guess whether there was a higher elite class above the black rock representing the bottom layer and the white rock representing the winner.

But first, he has to win today's battle first.

Unlike the kind of performance-oriented competition, the ultimate goal of all fighters in the dark area is to be able to enter the Black Dragon Conference, so the battle is particularly tragic.

At the beginning of the battles, almost every one of them was decided in a very short time.

Both sides will burst out all their strength when they come up, and then launch a fierce attack without dodging, bathing in the greetings and blood of each other's weapons, with almost no defense.

After just a short while, one of them would fall into a pool of blood, and the one standing would naturally be considered the winner.

Most of the losers died directly on the field, but a small number were still breathing. However, they would be immediately stabbed to death by expressionless tarantulas and dragged them out directly.

This is a dark area with a harsh environment, a large number of monsters, but relatively few resources.

The lost people are not qualified to survive here.

Even the big dog-headed man with a limp leg supported his remaining body to fight.

However, his opponent was a dark elf prisoner with extremely flexible movements. After just a few rounds, the poor kobold was too slow to dodge, and was cut open by his opponent's long sword and died on the spot.

"How, humans? Are you scared to pee your pants?" The sarcastic voice of the lizard man lingered in Midie's ears. "I have greeted the person in charge of the arena. I will not leave your death for others to enjoy. Soon, we will meet on the field."

"I'm looking forward to it." Midie said calmly.

The next moment, as if in response to this statement, the iron fence of the arena opened again, and then the voice of the dark elves in charge of the selection began to sound.
Chapter completed!