Ding Shu only had a tattered black animal skin around his waist, and his feet were bare.
He was covered in scars, especially on his face, where there was a hideous knife wound from his forehead to his chin.
He had no fixed residence. After he fled to the Ancient Demon City, he heard that the City Lord's 21-year-old youngest son was extremely talented and almost reached the Divine Realm at a young age.
Therefore, he planned for a long time and went to assassinate the City Lord's youngest son ten days ago, but he didn't want to be caught by the Divine Realm guards.
Therefore, he was forced to become a gladiator in the Colosseum.
He thought it through. Anyway, he would kill demons wherever he went. It was the same here. He could kill as many as he could.
"Ding!"
The bell rang. The steel cage opened and Ding Shu was put on the ground.
"Roar!"
Before Ding Shu could stand still, Xiong Qi rushed over with a howl.
With a few cracking sounds, Ding Shu clenched his fists and jumped from Xiong Qi's feet to his back in a flash.
Bang, bang, bang …
More than a dozen punches hit the vital parts of Xiong Qi's legs.
But Xiong Qi, who had thick skin, was not hurt at all.
He suddenly turned around, bent down, and waved his arms to hit Ding Shu.
Ding Shu didn't fly high. He only attacked Xiong Qi's legs.
Because he was tied with an iron chain on his back. If he flew up, it would affect his fighting rhythm. At the same time, he would be caught by Xiong Qi.
Ding Shu was waiting for an opportunity. He wanted to irritate Xiong Qi and make him lose his cool.
Although Xiong Qi belonged to the middle and lower class of the Demon Clan, he made a living by fighting. If he won, he would earn a lot of Divine Crystals for his cultivation and to buy various elixirs.
Their kind of Demon Clan was considered poor, and they didn't have any decent cultivation methods or martial skills.
Most of them reached the Saint Realm by practicing unorthodox methods.
Usually, they mainly fought with their fists and feet.
Xiong Qi's total record was 378 wins and 22 losses.
The 22 losses were intentional.
Because the boss of the Colosseum had secret deals with many gladiators.
On average, he would lose one out of 17 fights. The other Demon gladiators also won and lost at a certain rate.
In this way, the boss and some bankers could make a lot of money.
Today's battle was the one where the boss asked Xiong Qi to pretend to lose.
Because almost all the spectators bet on Xiong Qi to win.
Meanwhile, the boss and some business partners had secretly bet on Ding Shu to win.
The battle continued crazily, and Xiong Qi gradually became irritable. After such a long time, he hadn't even touched the corner of Ding Shu's clothes.
He was not stingy with his divine power as he chased after Ding Shu in the middle of the field.
An hour later, he pretended that he had consumed too much energy and his movements began to slow down.
After fighting for another hour, he was once again injured by Ding Shu and vomited blood.
The demons who had placed their bets on Xiong Qi were in an uproar. They began to curse and express their dissatisfaction with Xiong Qi.
"Xiong Qi, pull yourself together! I bet ten thousand Divinity Crystals on you!"
"Xiong Qi, you idiot, hit him with all your might, grab him, and tear him apart!"
"I bet a hundred thousand on him. If I lose, I'm going to eat grass!"
"One hundred thousand?
I f * cking bet 2.8 million, all borrowed … "
It had already been two hours. Xiong Qi felt that he should be on the verge of defeat.
He pretended to be extremely furious, roaring as he attacked randomly.
Peng peng peng!
Ding Shu seized the flaw that Xiong Qi exposed and ruthlessly punched him three more times.
These three punches all landed on the vital part of his back.
Puff …
Xiong Qi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered to the edge of the Colosseum and fell down.
Ding Shu's eyes lit up. This was the best time to kill Xiong Qi!
His figure moved and flew into the sky. Then, he gathered all his strength and smashed down on Xiong Qi's head!