Infinite Gentleman

"I just can't believe you--if you are given money first, the initiative will be in your hands.

You scumbag will definitely play tricks on me like this. In the end, under the warm bgm, I said a bunch of shit and unreasonable truths-for example, what matters is not strength, but human heart.

Then you send me away, you take the money to the nightclub to enjoy, or go gambling and lose only your underwear. "

"Hahaha, sincere classmates, what are you talking about. The teacher is so sad and needs mental damage expenses——"

"——A word, do you teach me!"

"Okay." With these words, the look of natural curled fish eyes suddenly changed.

Be sharp and serious. It looks like a capable swordsman: "Since you say that, let's try the taste of hell next! I will train you well, train you, and train until you cry and call mother. !"

"Come if you can." Sincerely continue to make a death provocation: "For your one million, and tonight's enjoyment, work hard.

Although I think that in the end, you still have no rompers left, you can only go home with a cardboard box. "

...

Five hours later.

Zhanchang Yuanzheng was lying limply on the second-hand sofa, looking at the ceiling.

What rang in my ears was the loud cheers of the scumbag teacher who was drunk, and the triumphant laugh: "I will pay the bill today hahahaha~".

What a bastard, that guy is completely avenging his personal revenge.

Rubbing the bruises that were smashed out by that guy's wooden knife, I sincerely thought so.

"But... it's not ineffective."

If you think about what you have gained, sincerely, you feel that your contribution is worthwhile.

The strength of the silver-haired natural curler is outstanding, and it is by no means under the Himura teacher of the Kendo Department. At the same time, as sincerely thought, that guy has a special breathing method suitable for the battlefield.

Compared with the practice methods of some internal zhenqi, the breathing method of the silver hair natural curl is a bit rough, it does not maintain health, and it cannot prolong life. But it is not without advantages-its advantage lies in its extremely fast recovery power and extremely powerful instantaneous explosive power.

Of course, it is impossible to get his unique secret from this guy with one million. Five hours of training only added a lot of practical experience and some key know-how to sincerity.

However, even these things were sincere enough to raise his basic kendo by two levels. A million is worth the money.

If after getting the money, the dead fisheye behaves a bit more normal, sincerity will not even produce the feeling of spending the money wrongly.

"Are you ready? Are you ready? Hmm, it should be ready, yes~"

Sincerely, the voice of the Gothic girl rang again: "Ten minutes, the teleportation is about to begin, sincerely, O'Neill~Be prepared, this time the task process will be much longer than before~~~ "

The mission world is open again.

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Chapter 25 King of the Arena (12/12)

Nero? Claudius? Caesar? Augustus? Germanicus. The Roman emperor with long bright blond hair, loli figure and full breasts is as much as ever today.

Unlike the emperors in Chinese history, the Roman monarch does not need to deal with much government affairs, and she prefers to spend her time and energy on things she likes, rather than worrying about the greedy and corrupt senators in the Senate.

Such as poetry, drama, or watching a gladiatorial performance.

All Romans like fighting games. Everyone likes the exciting scene. No matter nobles, commoners or emperors like it.

Bath culture, pop culture and gladiatorial culture together constitute the three pillars of Latin civilization.

Perhaps because of the debauchery of his mother Julia, Nero himself is quite self-disciplined.

Regardless of whether the young and beautiful emperor took the throne, there were no scandals. There is no evidence that the emperor has any lover or lover. This is simply unimaginable for the Romans.

She adopts an ascetic attitude in sexual desire, and of course she puts excess energy on the arena.

After a battle, taking a good bath has become the favorite enjoyment of the emperor.

The weather in Rome today is sunny and sunny, and Empress Loli went to the Arena as always.

"Is there anything interesting today?" She asked the maid next to her casually, and then got a response.

The tigers from the Caspian Sea, the war elephants of the lions from Africa, and the bravest and strongest gladiators from all over the empire-those centaurs, giants and ogres will appear one by one...

"Ah, um, yeah, that's it." The emperor replied casually—yes, um, yes, yes. These all sound pretty good. For ordinary Romans, watching people from all over the world in the big arena, fighting monsters and various monsters is the greatest pleasure.

But to her, to her majesty, the greatest queen of the empire, it seemed a bit...

"Somewhat boring."

The maids lowered their heads, not daring to look at the Empress Loli. Even if he knew that Nero had a good temper, he would basically not punish his servants.

"Well... I hope there will be some extra gains." Loli's big breasted queen didn't mean to embarrass the maids. After muttering like this, I stopped talking.

Vaguely, she could already hear manic and even hysterical cheers. The big arena is just ahead.

"Try to challenge the ogre for a little bit today, and then go back to the bath." She thought in her heart, and then greeted with fear and fear by the officials managing the Grand Arena, and entered the exclusive emperor's viewing ceremony through a special VIP channel station.

After passing through a short passage, the oncoming sound almost deafened her——

"The audience is so enthusiastic, who is the game?" Queen Loli looked at the administrator beside her and asked.

"It's the new Eastern Gladiator. Although he is a novice, he has already beaten many people in gladiatorial competitions." The management official quickly replied: "The audience likes watching him play——"

When he was halfway through, Nero paid no attention to what he said. All the empress’s attention was focused on the man in the middle of the arena—or the boy—

Although his body is strong, his chest muscles and abdominal muscles are well-defined, this gladiator is still too thin and weak compared to those with high muscles.

His face was still childish, and he seemed to be underage. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was wearing only a pair of shorts. Without any protective gear. The weapons in hand are eye-catching.

He held a strange straight-bladed short knife in his left hand, and a slender stabbing sword in his right.

"Really young." Even though she is not too old, Queen Lolita still sighed like this.

A young boy without any armor, black hair, dark eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, a clean body, without any scars or dirt, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, can almost charm all the ladies and ladies in Rome. Ladies-his opponent is a muscular monster with a height of nearly three meters and a muscular knot.

An ogre, and a tyrant-level ogre. A terrifying monster with a heavy hammer in his hand and heavy iron armor.

Although young, Nero was not ignorant of military affairs. She knew very well that on the battlefield, such a monster naked, with an oak club, would be enough to defeat a fully armed Roman Centurion!

"It's not fair." Nero couldn't help but frowned.

"It should be a group of lions, a team of fully armed elite gladiators, or monsters like him. Who arranged this game?!"