Three Hundred and Thirty Sixth Chapters Violent People

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"The gladiators of White Eagle Academy are too weak." Su ye shook his head regretfully.

Su ye thought he would hear praise from the Spartan people outside, but felt that the atmosphere was not right.

When I turned my head, I saw many Spartans with embarrassing expressions.

Suddenly, a person cursed in a crying voice: "The faces of the Spartans have been thrown away by these three trash!"

"Three warriors beat a magician, and was knocked down by the magician three times. If the news gets out, can we still be human?"

"The key is that these three wastes are all citizens of Sparta."

"It doesn't matter if a warrior is defeated by a warrior, but if he is defeated by a magician with his fists, the sky will fall!"

"I doubt that Ares, the god of war, will destroy the city of Sparta with one punch when he sees this scene. I wonder how these wastes are qualified to worship him!"

"Kill these three bastards..."

Suye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The brain circuit of the Spartans seemed to be different from that of normal people. This sense of honor was too strong.

"The more I think about it, the more I get angry, and I'm still crying, howling you xxx..." Segus, who walked closer, looked at the gladiator holding the broken leg, and kicked him in a fit of anger. people's faces.

The man fell to the ground with a scream.

The gladiators from the nearby No. 1 Academy rushed over angrily and kicked the man so violently that he fainted.

"Good fight!"

The people outside began to cheer, but they all looked like they were gnashing their teeth.

Clemente picked up her dress and ran over quickly, almost knocking Su Ye over. She raised her head and stared at Su Ye with bright pink eyes, and asked, "Teacher, how did you do it?"

"I wanted to be a great hero who cultivated both magic and martial arts since I was a child. In order to exercise my body, I often traveled between my home and Lion Harbor, walking dozens of miles every day. Although I exercise less now, I can study and exercise at the same time. I run in the arena every morning, and they all see it." Su ye said seriously.

"I don't believe it." Climella curled her lips.

At this time, the old coachman of the Climera family said: "Master Suye has many talents as a fighter.

There is also incredible combat talent, and has the blood of the wind element. "

Climella suddenly realized: "So that's the case, no wonder. But, why do you have so many combat talents?"

"As I said just now, I have been exercising since I was a child, and I have mastered a lot of exercising skills. The stretching exercises and core muscle training methods I learned from others will inevitably spread all over the world in the future." Su Ye's tone remained the same. serious.

"Full of nonsense!" Climella said with a smile.

"Excellent people will always be misunderstood." Suye shook his head and looked into the depths of the White Eagle Gladiator Academy.

The two golden gladiators have already demolished three walls and are currently demolishing the fourth wall. They will meet soon.

White Eagle Academy can accommodate thousands of gladiators, and the venue is large, but with more than 5,000 people rushing over, nothing can stop them.

Many gladiators of the First Academy stood on the roofs and demolished the house.

After a while, the last section of the outer wall was kicked into pieces, and the two golden warriors smiled and clapped their hands, then closed their hands.

Then, the gladiators of the First Academy returned from the depths of the White Eagle Academy in black. The team was not neat, but full of momentum, as if a majestic voice sounded above them.

With his head held high and his hands empty, Julius walked at the forefront of the team.

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

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

Walking to the gate, the gladiators from the First Academy threw the gladiators from the White Eagle Academy to the gate, forming a hill.

Occasionally, a gladiator would wake up suddenly, and if there was a slight movement, he would be kicked wildly and passed out again.

Julius straightened his magic beard, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Sparta must win!"

"Sparta must win!"

"Sparta must win!"

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

Satisfied, Julius left the White Eagle Academy with the mighty gladiator brigade.

After watching the good show, many people left while chatting.

Thousands of people stood outside the White Eagle Academy, all of them staring at the stunned White Eagle Academy gladiator and gnashing their teeth.

After a while, many gladiators woke up one after another. They crawled out of the crowd in a daze, and stood wobbly, with dim eyes, confused eyes, and extremely decadent.

Everyone had a bruised nose and a bloody face, and some had dislocated arms and crooked eyes and mouths.

Suddenly, a soldier in the Spartan army outside scolded: "Being beaten like this by a magician, how can you still have the face to stand up? Why don't you die?"

"Damn, it's an embarrassment to our gladiators!"

"Look at you like this, you are worse than the Xiluo people."

"The more I look at it, the more angry I get!"

"I can't bear it anymore!"

I saw a burly man rushing out angrily.

The rest of the people looked at each other and rushed out.

Thousands of people rushed over, shouting and cursing, and punched the still-bearing gladiator of the White Eagle Academy, beating them violently.

The poor ones didn't understand what happened, and they didn't even have time to call out their grievances, and they were knocked out again.

Those who did not wake up were not spared either, and thousands of people stomped on them one by one.

After venting their anger, the people were refreshed and went to drink and chat in taverns everywhere.

Back at the Gladiator Academy, the grand celebration banquet began.

Unlike the previous limited drinking, this time Julius directly moved the wine in the wine cellar to the cafeteria for 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 chatting about how to punch and kick the gladiators of White Eagle Academy. While chatting, they suddenly talked about Su Ye.

Many people gathered around.

"Suye, are you serious? One hit three? Or use fists?"

"I don't believe it either, it must be Segus who is flattering you!"

"You can't believe Segus' words!"

"Your small body... Uh, I didn't seem to be as good as you when I was sixteen. No! You are a mage, why are you so strong? Let me touch...you actually have muscles?"

"I also touch..."

Su ye rolled his eyes and slapped away the hands of a bunch of wretched gladiators.

"Suye, do you dare to fight with me without divine power or magic power?"

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

"You are a magician, not Wang Dahammer, where did you get the power to hit three bronze warriors!"

"If you beat me, I'll call you Papa when I see you later!" shouted a drunken gladiator.

Everyone roared with laughter.

Su ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew in his heart that these guys were still restraining themselves. If he was a fighter, these guys wouldn't know what nasty things they could say.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Many arenas started booing, and while booing, they moved the tables in the middle of the cafeteria around.

The gladiators in other parts of the canteen saw the booing, and joined in the fun, slapping the table and shouting together.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Soon, a large space was cleared in the middle of the cafeteria, and everyone stood on the edge. Komodes was flushed from drinking, and he was hooking shoulders with the drunk Julius, looking at Suye in the field with a smile.

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, Climella secretly took a sip of the wine, then wrinkled her face from the sour taste, and grinned. The old coachman snickered and snatched her wine glass.

Opposite Su ye, stood a slightly drunk bronze warrior.

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

Many gladiators laughed, this is a common betting method for gladiators.

Suye smiled and said, "We still don't want to fight anymore. It's not because I'm afraid that you will call me Dad. I'm afraid that other people will not be convinced. Then... tomorrow morning, I will have thousands more sons."

"This bastard!"

"Get rid of him!"

"Don't let Suye open his mouth, he's too hurt!"

Many gladiators laughed and scolded.

Segus yelled: "Suye, you just have one! You are all drinking, this is a fair fight, let these sons of bitches see how good you are!"

"Segus, you bastard!"

Everyone booed.

Suye's face was slightly red, his eyes were bright, and he smiled and said, "Then I will really do it!"

"Do it if you do it, am I afraid of you?" The gladiator on the opposite side took two steps back, his dim and drunken eyes suddenly disappeared, his arms were bent forward, and he made a boxing posture.

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

"Then I won't be polite." Su ye swept away the water in his eyes, raised his fists, and stared at the other party intently.

Su ye's feet started to move.

"Hey, that's right, don't cry for pain then!" After the bronze warrior on the opposite side finished speaking, he suddenly punched Su ye straight in the face.

A scene that made everyone unbelievable happened. Su ye dodged the punch sideways. At the same time, his right hand struck out like lightning, breaking through the bronze warrior's defense and hitting his nose.

boom……

Venus flashed in front of the bronze warrior's eyes, and he hurriedly used his arms and fists to protect his face, but then Su ye fought back like a storm.

The entire cafeteria was silent as they watched Su ye's fists rain down on the bronze warrior.

The bronze warrior kept backing away, and Su ye didn't stop until his back hit the wall heavily.

The bronze warrior with a bruised nose and swollen face lowered his arms, stared blankly at Suye who was panting lightly, and asked in a daze, "You are obviously a warrior, why are you pretending to be a magician? You lied to me!"

Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, but they were drunk by Shengsheng.

"Call Dad!"

"Call Dad!"

A group of unscrupulous gladiators shouted.

The defeated bronze warrior shouted helplessly: "Su Ye, you are my father! Su Ye's father!"

"Hahaha……"

A happy atmosphere spreads in the cafeteria.

Afterwards, the gladiators stared at Su ye and talked about it.

"His punching speed is very fast. If the bronze warrior uses divine power, it's no more than that. Of course, his strength is slightly weaker."

"No, his strength is not bad, but his skills are bad. Look...Suye's eldest son, the injury is not serious."

"His exertion is wrong. If he exerted his strength correctly, his elder son would have passed out long ago."

Hearing the comments of the gladiators, Julius suddenly laughed and said, "Is there no second one? I don't know what you think, anyway, as a fighter, I can't bear to watch the fighter being beaten into a pig's head by the magician!" "