In the end, I was so weak that I was carried down by some of the arena staff. I was sent to a room paved with white stones and lay on the soft stone bed.

A group of very beautiful maids came over and helped me check and treat my wounds.

To be honest, although these indigenous women are very beautiful and use their white and tender little hands to gently cure me, I don’t believe them at all.

I am very skeptical of the medical level of the natives.

They fed me a strange herb that was sticky and smelly, and applied some strange ointment to my wounds.

However, what shocked me was that they actually had a way to inject it!

These guys cut a wound on my arm with a knife, and then inserted it deeply into my wound with a hollow thin bamboo tube. The maids drank some potions, wrapped them in their mouths, and used their mouths to blow the potions into the depths of my flesh and blood.

I vaguely remember that in the outside world's history, the first time intravenous injection occurred in the 17th century. At that time, some Western doctors used animal bladders and hollow branches to inject drugs and blood transfusions, which saved some people's lives, but doing so was unhygienic and could easily lead to fatal complications.

This medical method of indigenous people is undoubtedly very advanced from the perspective of medical history, but it is very dangerous for me personally.

Their approach is very unhygienic, and I feel that I am very likely to die due to infection and complications!

However, I don't have the strength to stop them now.

They tried hard to tinker with all kinds of strange things on me, and I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already ten in the afternoon.

What surprised me was that I had recovered a lot of strength and could get off the stone bed by myself, and walking was not a problem.

I even feel that I still have the power to continue fighting.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for me to recover so quickly. My curse played a certain role, but more importantly, I realized that the medicines used by the natives were not just as simple as treating my injuries.

They also used some drugs with some overdraft potential, even life, to force me to cheer up. In other words, I should have taken stimulants, or even drugs.

As soon as I woke up, my maid Maomao came over and actively helped me. I asked her what was going on outside now.

She told me that the rest of the morning's fight had ended, and there were four tourists in total, and the second fight would be captured in the afternoon.

After lunch, I insisted on going to the venue to draw a lottery. What surprised me was that I found that the other contestants were not much better than me.

Everyone was basically covered in bruises and looked like they were injured.

Since everyone is injured, the subsequent battle may not be so difficult.

This time, I was arranged for the second battle. Before it was my turn, standing in the iron fence in the ring arena, I witnessed an extremely bloody gladiator, two gladiators fought wildly, and tried their best.

The scene was really cruel, but the indigenous nobles watched it with relish and cheered. I think this could no longer be explained by advocating force. These people were all bloody perverts in their bones.

Seeing that the winner and the loser were carried down, my heart couldn't help but jump up a little. It was my turn soon, and I don't know who my opponent was this time?

Soon, I walked out of the iron fence.

And opposite me, a strong middle-aged man with disheveled hair walked up.

As soon as I saw this guy, my heart couldn't help but jump. The aura of this man with disheveled hair was very dangerous. He won the first battle, but the injury seemed to be very light.

At least on the surface, he seemed to be unharmed.

"Haha, our savage warriors have appeared. The last time this guy won unexpectedly. There is no doubt that he was very lucky that time. So what about this time? His opponent is the gloomy killer Brother Long Hair. Brother Long Hair’s record. We all know that he is the king of the arena and has killed more than thirty warriors! Can the savage continue to create miracles? Let’s hold our breath and pay attention!”

The oil-colored monkey roared there again, but it was still so annoying. His grandma, is this pussy a grudge against me? God, the last time I won was because of my luck.

Moreover, this guy's tone always makes me lose the show every minute, and it feels like I'm watching some unscrupulous variety show.

Soon, I figured out why I felt this way.

For those indigenous nobles, our life-and-death struggle is just a game of having fun. There is no problem with the tone of this commentator...

After thinking about this, I became more and more hated the evil indigenous feudal system and slavery.

Damn, I really want to ruin their lives, and make a serf turn over and sing.

Besides, it is obvious that everyone present still doesn’t like me. In fact, I am the same. The guy with disheveled hair on the opposite side has won more than thirty games, which is definitely a tough fight. Can I really beat him in my current state?

I have no idea at all.

However, there was no bottom and no way, so I forced myself to rush forward.

I thought I was really going to finish this time, but soon, I was surprised to find that this guy had no intention of fighting against me.

While we were approaching, he even whispered in my ear, "Kill me. After I die, will the temple do what I promised me right?"

His voice was desperate and low.

I couldn't help but tremble all over when I heard this.

This man with hair is a man who has done his tricks in the temple. I don’t know what the temple has promised him, so that a person can die willingly.

I couldn't bear it, but I knew that it was not the time for me to pity him.

In the arena, either you die or I live.

I want to end his life as soon as possible, in a way that is least painful.

Finally, I found an opportunity and grabbed his neck. It was like the last battle. He struggled instinctively for a few times, and finally his body gradually became soft.

"Incredible! The savage actually won again, his fortune is about to soar..." The oil-colored monkey opened his mouth wide and shouted in shock.

Many indigenous nobles in the audience also noticed some problems. Many people were very dissatisfied and spoke more and more contemptuously at me.

I didn't have time to pay attention to these annoying indigenous nobles, but just walked slowly towards the lounge. I wanted to save my strength and prepare for the next battle.

However, on the way I slowly walked towards the lounge, many indigenous nobles threw some rotten fruits and peels at me, which made me feel painful.

Damn, I was so angry that I thought viciously, "If these native nobles survive, I will sooner or later turn you into slaves. The beautiful women will be fucked. Apart from killing them, the men will leave them to work for me..."

Thinking of this, I silently let them laugh and scold, just slowly walking my own way...

I won this game and successfully advanced to the final battle.

So far, the temple has taken action, and the royal family has not yet moved, but I know they will never give up. Because things have developed to this day, this is not only a matter of life and death, but also a struggle between the indigenous royal power and the divine power, and neither side will easily give in.

I think the next decisive battle will never be as relaxed as this time, and I don’t know what kind of test is waiting for me?
Chapter completed!