He is forbearing, he is sharpening his teeth, or he will, and he will certainly achieve his goal.

Another gladiator of the same kind entered the arena.
Hart’s mind is misty, thinking about his own thoughts, and his attention is endless. Rick is in his eyes, but Rick is just a conscious doll. There is no difference between the dead and the dead. In this case, it is not really a dead person to be detached. Although the way is too bloody and cruel, Hart still wants to get rid of them with a knife in his hand. This is not a crime, but to save a sober soul and a numb soul.
When the drop of blood drops to the ground, he will wield a deadly long knife to rescue the remaining doll gladiator.
Rick’s not approaching Hart, a gladiator of his own kind.
How long has it been since I’ve seen my own kind? Rick has forgotten in his cruel training day after day that his impression of the same kind in different times is limited to piles of glistening flesh except those distant memento mori before he was fourteen years old.
Today, he finally met a real person of his own kind. He was so careful to observe every subtle expression of Hart, and he felt an age-old intimacy that made him unwilling to do it at once. Hart fought for life and death.
This is an unusually tall gladiator with a hard and cold face as strong as a granite mountain with a spindle angle, as if there were poor forces hidden in his body.
At the moment, his face and knife are slowly suffused with terrible murderous look. The murderous look means that the target is indeed Rick
But I don’t know why Rick felt that this murderous look was so humanized and emotional, which made him feel the deepest sadness, resentment and sentimental pity.
Rick’s heart throbbed. This throbbing is a common communion in the depths of human nature. Sadly, this common communion is actually caused by that murderous look.
Hart didn’t look at Rick’s eyes, but unconsciously shook the handle of the knife, which didn’t affect the angle of the knife at all. Even if the slightest change happened, the knife still moved like a cast iron, which showed his terrible power control ability
clatter
The blood at the tip of the knife finally fell to the ground and rolled for two, and was swallowed up by a layer of fine sand.
Go your way, brother. I’ll get you out of this hell
Hart finally moved in his mind.
Knife light flashes like knife light
The sharp knife light stung the eyes of the monsters in the stands and made them exclaim that this is really a better fighter than a gladiator.
Knife light snow is hard to see with the naked eye, and a brief and beautiful Changhong is hung up.
It was a near-perfect blow, and the combination of strength and speed was incisive.
alas
Hart sighed in his heart and felt a strong sadness, but the knife in his hand still fell
This kind of love is a way of redemption, which is better than love.
The light of the knife flashed past the designated position, but Hart didn’t feel that the long knife in his hand was subject to the resistance. The great force made him make some vain efforts to control the plate to prevent himself from rushing forward.
Hart was a little surprised. In his memory, no one has ever been able to escape from his own knife. This knife means that the attack department can escape from itself. People who suddenly launch this knife must also be able to escape from their own attacks.
It seems that my opponent is very powerful.
He finally put his mind on his opponent and looked up at Rick, trying to see what kind of person his opponent was.
The gladiator who escaped a knife five meters away in the distance is also staring at himself. Not only is he not self-interested, but he also shows a hint of Hart at the corner of his mouth to see Chu smile.
There is a sigh of approval in that smile, but it is more similar to express the feeling of closeness. This is human laughter alone and this is also the language of human communication.
Although Hart didn’t know how he jumped back four meters away from his attack in the flash of flint, he knew that the gladiator was not a walking doll before him when he saw the smile on Rick’s mouth. He was as flesh and blood as himself.
This discovery almost made his blood boil all over, not in the fighting field. He really wanted to run over and hug the gladiator and hug the same kind that he could not ask for.
But he can’t fight. Once he releases his weapon, it means death, that is, if his opponent doesn’t kill him, his master will hang him because he loses his face by releasing his weapon. Letting go of his weapon means surrender. How can cruel and militant monsters allow their gladiators to release their weapons?
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