Chapter 32: Sevilla Arena

The booming gladiatorial games in Sevinia have also spawned many related industries, the two most famous of which are paid dating and the sale of peripheral products.

A successful gladiator can not only earn a lot of ticket revenue for his boss in the arena, but occasionally he will be rented out by his boss to a big brother or sister who is willing to spend money to spend a good night with the sponsor.

Star gladiators have professional teams responsible for packaging and publicity. The paintings and tattoos on their bodies, the gorgeous costumes, the weapons they use, and even the trash talk they use to provoke their opponents are all designed by professionals to maximize the enthusiasm of the audience.

After the game, the winner's entire outfit will be stripped and auctioned. Armor and weapons can always be sold at a staggeringly high price. Rich and fanatical fans, in order to collect their idol's equipment, often spend a lot of money without blinking.

The most outrageous and popular peripheral product is the sweat and oil scraped from the star gladiators, carefully stored in a beautiful crystal bottle, and the highest bidder wins.

The people of Sevinia generally believe that the masculine temperament and masculine charm of gladiatorial champions are condensed in sweat and oil. Taking a drop of essence liquid and mixing it with strong liquor can have the wonderful effect of aphrodisiac and aphrodisiac after taking it, so it is widely popular and in short supply.

Jiang Feng spent a star disk energy and directly skipped the stage of Su Mo's gladiator training.

The scene changed, and it was a month later. Su Mo got the graduation certificate from the training institute with excellent results. The first gladiatorial match was scheduled for the evening of a summer weekend.

Before going on stage, Su Mo refused the armor and shield provided by the arena. In addition to the collar and belt, he only wore a thin cloth and appeared in front of thousands of spectators with bare hands, which caused a fierce questioning from the audience.

The first time Su Mo went on stage for a gladiatorial fight, he encountered an extremely powerful opponent-an adult male lion nicknamed "Pasha".

In the previous three gladiatorial fights, the opponents of the lion "Pasha" were all slaughtered.

Most of the audience did not think that the unarmed, skinny foreign boy on the stage had the strength to fight against the lion. They thought it was just an appetizer to warm up the audience tonight. The outcome was not in suspense. People had already foreseen that the lion "Pasha" would slaughter and devour its prey as usual, and they were looking forward to seeing the exciting scene of blood flowing like a river.

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·"Pasha" (adult male lion)

Challenge level: 3 (700XP)

Neutral, Large beast

Health: 47 (5d10+20)

Speed: 50 feet

Defense: 15 (natural +3, Dexterity +3, size -1)

Melee: Claw +8 (1d6+6 slashing), Bite +8 (2d6+6 piercing, + grab DC18)

Attributes: Str 22, Dex 17, Con 18, Int 2, Wis 12, Cha 14

Skills: Stealth +5, Perception +3, Intimidation +4

Senses: Passive Perception 13

Special Abilities: Sensitive Sense of Smell, Alertness, Agile Movements (Bonus Action, Retreat/Sprint/Hide)

Special Attacks: Pounce (After charging, attack roll has advantage and damage dice doubled), Grab (After biting, grab)

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Gao Fei looked at the data of the lion through the star chart, and imagined that his berserker would fight against it. Even if he could kill the lion in the arena, he would inevitably be seriously injured. He couldn't help but secretly sweat for Jiang Feng's monk.

The bell rang, and the fight tonight officially began.

The strong lion appeared on the stage amid the cheers of the audience, roaring out of the cage, and the lush mane was like a flying golden flame, which was daunting.

Jiang Feng's monk stood in the center of the arena, facing the roaring lion without moving his expression, silently stimulating 4 points of true energy, opening the "Daylight Barrier" to improve the hit rate of light-based martial arts.

Brilliant golden light radiated from the young monk, silencing the noisy audience.

The lion on the opposite side was also startled by the sudden burst of strong light from Su Mo, and shrank back, looking at his opponent with vigilance.

The lion had never seen such a strange scene, and obeyed the instinct of the beast, not rushing to attack, and slowly paced around the young monk, watching the situation.

After circling the field twice, the lion did not find anything unusual. The light emitted from the prey did not seem to cause substantial harm to itself, so it lost patience and pounced on it with a roar!

Jiang Feng had been watching the lion's movements closely, and found that the beast was bending over and pounced, so he immediately rolled sideways, and at the critical moment, he narrowly avoided the lion's pounce, supported the ground with one hand, and jumped up, taking advantage of the lion's lack of time to turn around, punched!

This punch contained the secret transmission of the Yangyan Sect. The fist hit the lion's side abdomen, making a dull roar and bursting with strong light. The audience in the front row were all blinded by the flash and burst into tears.

The lion "Pasha" was the first to be hit. His eyes were dazzled by this "sun fist" and he could not see the position of the prey for a while. The severe pain from his side abdomen made him howl in pain.

Taking advantage of the temporary blindness of the lion, Jiang Feng's monk raised his hand and grabbed a tuft of thick lion mane, using the force to jump up, flying astride the lion's back, throwing away the "sword belt" and strangling the lion's neck as a rein.

When the lion came to his senses, he realized that the prey was gone in front of him. His back was heavy and his throat was strangled, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

This low-intelligence beast instinctively realized that something was wrong. In panic, he struggled and jumped, trying to throw the young monk off his back.

The lion was like an unruly horse, roaring, charging left and right, jumping up and down in the wide arena.

But the opponent was like an experienced rider, sticking to his back like a plaster, and he couldn't get away no matter how hard he shook his body.

The audience had never seen such a scene before, and they all jumped up from their seats excitedly, cheering for the clever and brave young monk, wishing they could smash their palms.

The lion struggled for more than ten minutes, but still couldn't get rid of the boy on his back, so he simply rolled on the ground, trying to hold him down.

Jiang Feng had been preparing for this move, and jumped down before the lion fell down. With a flick of his wrist, a row of shining willow-leaf flying knives appeared on his "sword belt".

The lion rolled over a few times and found that the opponent on his back had jumped far away. He felt relieved, turned over and climbed up, panting heavily, staring at the young monk with bloodshot eyes, and roared to the ground with four hooves!

Jiang Feng calmly drew out two flying knives, waved his hand, and two silver rays of light flew through the air, hitting the lion's face, blinding his eyes on the spot!

The shrill wailing echoed over the arena, and the blind lion fell to the ground with blood all over his face and staggering.

Jiang Feng met the lion and jumped onto the back of the beast again. He threw his belt around the lion's thick neck and tightened it with his arms.

The blind lion was exhausted and unable to struggle. In less than two minutes, he was strangled to foam at the mouth, collapsed to the ground, and whimpered in his death.

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