The World of Deities

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"The Gladiator of the White Eagle Academy is too weak." Su Ye shook his head regretfully.

Su Ye thought he would hear praise from the Spartans outside, but he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Turning his head to see, many Spartans looked embarrassed.

Suddenly, a person cursed with a crying voice: "The face of the Spartans has been lost by these three wastes!"

"Three warriors beat a magician, and was defeated by a magician three times. If this goes out, can we still be human?"

"The key to these three wastes are all Spartan citizens."

"It doesn't matter if a soldier is defeated by a soldier, but if defeated by a magician with a fist, the sky is falling!"

"I suspect that God of War Ares, seeing this scene, will destroy Spartan City with a punch, thinking how this group of trash is qualified to worship him!"

"Kill these three bastards..."

Su Ye couldn't laugh or cry. The brain circuits of the Spartans seemed to be different from normal people. This sense of honor was too strong.

"The more I think about it, the more angry I am, and I'm still crying there, howling you xxx..." Saigus, who walked closer, looked at the gladiator holding the broken leg, and kicked it without getting angry. Human face.

The man fell to the ground with a scream.

The gladiators from the nearby first college rushed in angrily, kicked the man wildly, and fainted.

"Good fight!"

The people outside began to cheer, but they were all gritted teeth.

Klimela lifted her dress and ran over quickly, and almost knocked Su Ye on his body, raised her head and stared at Su Ye with bright pink eyes, and asked, "Teacher, how did you do it?"

“I’ve always wanted to be a great hero of both magic and martial arts since I was a child. In order to exercise, I often travel between my home and Lion Harbor and walk dozens of miles every day. Although I have less exercise now, I do not miss both learning and exercise. I run in the arena every morning in the morning, and they have seen it too." Su Ye said seriously.

"I don't believe it." Clemella pouted.

At this time, the old coachman of Climella's family said: "Master Su Ye has many talents for warriors, as well as incredible talents for battle bodies, and he has the bloodline of wind elements."

Climella suddenly realized: "That's why, no wonder. But, how come you have so many talents in combat?"

"I just said that I have been exercising since I was a child and have mastered many exercise skills. The stretching exercises and core muscle exercises that I learned from others and then explored will surely spread throughout the world in the future." Su Ye's tone remained the same. serious.

"Nonsense!" Crimella grinned.

"Excellent people are always misunderstood." Su Ye shook his head and looked into the depths of the White Eagle Gladiator Academy.

The two golden gladiators have demolished three walls, are demolishing the fourth wall, and are quickly meeting.

The White Eagle Academy can accommodate thousands of gladiators, and the venue is wide, but more than 5,000 people rushed past, nothing could stop it.

Many Gladiators from the First Academy stood on the roof and demolished their houses.

After a while, the last section of the outer wall was kicked to pieces, and the two golden warriors smiled and high-five, and closed their hands.

Then, the overwhelming First Academy Gladiator returned from the depths of the White Eagle Academy. The team was not tidy, but full of momentum, as if a majestic voice sounded above them.

Julius walked at the forefront of the line with his head held high and empty-handed.

The music of "Young and Dangerous" echoed in Su Ye's ears.

Many people grabbed the ankles of the Gladiator of the White Shadow Academy and dragged them forward.

Walking to the gate, the gladiator from the First Academy threw the gladiator from the White Eagle Academy to the door, making a hill.

Occasionally, a gladiator wakes up suddenly, and if he changes a little, he will kick and faint again.

Julius straightened the magic beard on his mouth, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Sparta will win!"

"Sparta will win!"

"Sparta will win!"

The gladiators of the First Academy shouted in unison, and many people also shouted.

Julius left the White Eagle Academy contentedly with the mighty Gladiator Battalion.

Many people left after watching a good show and chatting.

Thousands of people stood outside the White Eagle Academy, all with hatred for iron and steel, staring at the stunned White Eagle Academy gladiators gritted their teeth.

In a short while, many gladiators woke up one after another. They crawled out of the crowd in a daze, standing swayingly, their eyes dim, confused, and extremely decadent.

Everyone has a bruised nose and swollen face, and his face is bloody. Others have dislocated arms and crooked eyes.

Suddenly, a Spartan soldier outside cursed: "I was beaten like this by a magician, and I still have a face to stand up? Why not die?"

"Damn, it's so shameful as our gladiators!"

"Look at what you are like, not as good as Hilo."

"The more you look, the more angry!"

"I can't help it!"

I saw a sturdy man rushing out angrily.

The others looked at each other and rushed out.

Thousands of people rushed towards him, screaming, slapped their fists at the White Eagle Academy Gladiator who was still in trouble.

Poor, they didn't understand what was going on, and they didn't even have time to shout for being wronged, and they were knocked out again.

Those who did not wake up did not escape, thousands of people stepped on them one by one.

After the venting of anger was completed, the people were refreshed and went to the taverns to drink and chat.

Back to Gladiator Academy, the grand celebration feast begins.

Unlike the limited drinking before, this time Julius directly moved the wine from the cellar to the cafeteria, and had unlimited drinking.

However, most gladiators still drink slowly and sober, only a few gladiators drink heavily and get drunk.

At the beginning, everyone was happily talking about how to punch and kick the gladiators of the White Eagle Academy. After chatting, they suddenly talked about Su Ye.

Many people gathered around.

"Su Ye, are you really fake? One dozen three? Or use your fists?"

"I don't believe it either, it must be the fellow Sergus who sucked you up!"

"You can't believe what Sergus said!"

"Your small body...well, when I was sixteen, it seemed to be inferior to you. No! You are a mage, why are you so strong? I touched... you actually have muscles?"

"I also touch..."

Su Ye rolled his eyes and patted the hands of a bunch of wretched gladiators.

"Su Ye, do you dare to fight with me without power and magic?"

"Yeah, let's have a game! Otherwise you are bragging!"

"You are a magician, and not a king's hammer, where is the power from beating three bronze warriors!"

"If you win me and see you later, I will call you Dad!" shouted a gladiator who was drinking.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Su Ye couldn't laugh or cry, knowing in his heart that these guys are still restraining. If they are fighters, they don't know what nasty things can be said.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Numerous arenas began to roar, and while they roared, they moved the table in the middle of the cafeteria around.

Gladiators in other parts of the cafeteria saw the booing, and joined in the fun, slapped the table and shouted together.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Soon, a large empty space was cleared in the middle of the canteen. Everyone was standing on the edge. Commodes was drinking red, and he was sitting on his back with the drunk Julius, and looked at Su Ye in the field with a smile.

Climella sat in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly sipped a sip of wine, and then wrinkled her face with the sour taste, grinning, the old coachman snickered while snatching her glass.

Opposite Su Ye, stood a slightly drunk bronze warrior.

"You won, I call you Dad!" the bronze warrior shouted.

Many gladiators laughed and laughed, which is a common method of betting by gladiators.

Su Ye smiled and said, "Let's stop fighting. It's not that you call me Dad. I'm afraid that others will not be convinced. Then... early tomorrow morning, I will have thousands of sons."

"This bastard!"

"Kill him!"

"Can't let Su Ye open his mouth, he is too hurt!"

Many gladiators laughed and scolded.

Sergus yelled: "Su Ye, you will have one! You are all drinking, this is a fair fight, let these bitches see how good you are!"

"Segus, this counselor!"

Everyone roared.

Su Ye's face was reddish, his eyes were bright, and he smiled and said, "Then I can really do it!"

"Do it with your hands, am I afraid of you?" The gladiator on the opposite side took two steps back, his drunken eyes suddenly disappeared, and his arms were bent forward, making a boxing posture.

Su Ye smiled. Boxing in ancient Greece has a long history. Boxing is a required course for fighters and gladiators, and it is also a minor course at Plato Academy.

"Then I'm welcome." Su Ye swept away the water in his eyes, raised his fists, and stared at the opponent intently.

Su Ye began to move his feet.

"Hey, that's right, don't yell at that time!" After the bronze warrior on the opposite side finished speaking, he suddenly fisted Su Ye directly.

A scene that made everyone unbelievable happened. Su Ye sideways dodged this punch, and at the same time, his right hand struck out like lightning, breaking through the defense of the bronze warrior and hitting the nose.

boom……

The bronze warrior's Venus rushed in front of him, hurriedly covering his face with his arms and fists, but what followed was Su Ye's counterattack like a storm.

The whole cafeteria was silent, watching Su Ye's fists raining on the bronze warrior.

The bronze warrior kept retreating until his back hit the wall heavily, and Su Ye stopped.

The bronze warrior with a blue nose and swollen face put down his arms and stared at Su Ye who was gasping for breath. He asked in a daze, "You are obviously a warrior, why pretend to be a magician? You lie to me!"

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, they were beaten drunk.

"Call dad!"

"Call dad!"

A group of unscrupulous gladiators shouted.

The bronze soldier who lost had no choice but to shout: "Su Ye, you are my father! Su Ye's father!"

"Hahaha..."

The joyous atmosphere spread in the cafeteria.

Subsequently, the gladiators stared at Su Ye and discussed.

"His punches are very fast, and the bronze warrior uses supernatural power, but that's all. Of course, his power is a little bit close."

"No, his strength is not bad, but his skills are bad. Look... Su Ye's eldest son, that injury is not light."

"His force is wrong. If the force is correct, his eldest son would have passed out long ago."

Listening to the gladiators' comments, Julius suddenly smiled: "Is there no second one? I don't know what you think. Anyway, as a warrior, I can't bear to watch the warrior be beaten into a pig by the magician! "