Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

He originally thought that he was wearing armor that could protect his whole body, holding a sharp sword and fighting a gladiator in a battle between men.

But for now, the shabby cloth on his body is difficult to completely cover his body, let alone resist the attack.

Words of weapons ....

Maybe that tetanus artifact can play some unexpected role.

When Otoi Hiroshi held the rusty long knife in his hand, the audience suddenly erupted into a mocking cry.

With his typical oriental thin body, it was like a joke for a gladiator as strong as an ox.

"Below, there will be an epic showdown, between Tartarus, a slave from the Julius family, and a barbarian tyrant from Gaul."

Otoi closed his eyes and gently sniffed the smell of blood in the air, he hadn't fought like this for a long time.

The moment the barbaric tyrant of Gaul stepped into the arena naked, all the spectators placed their bets on him.

After all, his tall body, eyes full of bloodthirsty desire, and arms and thighs as thick as Otoihiro's waist resembled a humanoid buffalo.

Coupled with the countless scars on his body, like merits, all prove his strength.

And at this moment, between the two, only one person can get out of here.

"Little no, raise the blade in your hand." The barbarian tyrant said defiantly.

Otoi Hiroshi looked at the Tetanus Blade in his hand with physical damage of 1 but magic damage of 999, and then raised his head with a curious face, "Are you sure?" The

bloodthirsty eyes of the barbarian tyrant suddenly widened, and he suddenly rushed towards Otoi Hiroshi.

The roar was like thunder, and Otoihiro's ears were full of the sound of him stepping on the ground "knocking".

"Kill him!"

"Tear him to shreds!"

Stimulated by the audience's wild shouting atmosphere, the eyes of the barbaric tyrant were even more excited, and his huge iron fist smashed in the direction of Otoi Hiroshi with great power.

......

Although the arena is allowed to be viewed by commoners, it still has a clear hierarchy, nobles are in the low zone, commoners are in the high zone, in short, the lower the status, the higher the seat.

At this moment, in the aristocratic area, a young girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old was sitting there, her long brown hair slightly curled down, looking a little tired and rebellious. Dressed in a pink off-the-shoulder chiffon short skirt, the bow at the waist is cute and attractive, and the layers of lace are embellished on the beautiful skirt.

Her index finger kept tapping on the good-looking side face, her eyelash-covered eyes shone with interest, and under her short skirt, two slender and fair thighs overlapped.

"What do you think of this game?" She looked at the guards guarding beside her.

"This, this..."

she narrowed her eyes, "let you say what you say, what do you do." "

Yes... The barbarian tyrant has reached nineteen consecutive victories, and Tartarus, I'm afraid, is probably not his opponent. The guard said cautiously.

"Oh~this~" She lifted her leg and kicked the guard's leg lightly, "Go and put all the money you brought to Tartarus." "

Miss Yulia, this..." the guard hesitated.

"Do what you want? Are you questioning my decision?! Her eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Yes, yes, I'll go now."

After the guards left, she looked at the two people in the center of the arena again.

"Tartarus, if you lose, kill you all." She muttered with a smile.

......

At the moment when the barbarian tyrant smashed in, Otoi Hiroshi struggled to dodge, but ignored his speed because of the opponent's strong physique.

A punch hit him in the lower abdomen.

With a tragic sound, the breath in the body was instantly emptied, the eyes widened, and the body was dented into a rotten shrimp with the fist of the barbarian tyrant.

"Boom!" Hiroshi Otoi flew out upside down like a cannonball.

All the bettors couldn't help but whistle excitedly, as if they had seen a lot of money about to enter their pockets.

The moment Otoi Hiroshi hit the ground on his back, a stream of hot blood spurted out of his throat, and he resumed his breathing.

He slammed his fist on the ground, supporting his body and doing a half-squat position.

"Damn, I really underestimate you."

"Roar! Roar! The

savage tyrant patted his strong chest and threw himself at Otoi Hiroshi again.

Otoi Hiroshi quickly got up and dodged to the side, and the moment he flew into the air, the huge body of the barbarian tyrant threw himself heavily on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Otoi Hiroshi rolled over and rode directly onto his neck.

"Whoosh~la~la~"

Iron fist like raindrops, constantly bombarding the head of the barbarian tyrant, blood constantly oozing out, and the barbarian tyrant was also stimulated by his constant bombardment.

He slammed the ground, got up instantly, and fell back to the ground with his arms between Otoihiro's legs.

Otoi Hiroshi directly raised the tetanus blade and swept it in front of his eyes, and blood splattered out instantly.

But he didn't expect that even so, the barbarian tyrant's arm never relaxed, and suddenly Otoi Hiroshi's back fell sharply to the ground again.

"Ahem, damn it, this guy's body is simply harder than armor."

As soon as Otoi Hiroshi rolled over and jumped up, the savage tyrant also covered his scratched eye and stood up.

When he turned around, his uninjured eyes seemed to break free from their sockets, full of madness.

Fighting to this extent, Otoi Hiroshi was also completely stimulated bloody, and the blood in his body was like 99 degrees of boiling water constantly boiling, and a stream of heat hit his somewhat oxygen-deficient brain.

This time, he took the initiative to attack.

The barbarian tyrant roared angrily and greeted him directly. Roars and roars were mixed, blood splattered between fists and fists, and neither side gave in to an amazing fight.

Finally, in the chaos of losing his mind, Otoi Hiroshi seized the slightest opportunity and kicked the barbarian tyrant in the face of the door, kicking him to the ground.

The barbarian tyrant shook his drowsy head, and just remembered to get up, but Otoi Hiroshi didn't want to drag it any longer, and directly flew up.

Holding the tetanus blade high with both hands, he stabbed it towards his face.

"One knife, two knives, three knives, four knives..." "Five knives, six knives..." "Thirteen knives..."

The audience watched in amazement

as Hiroshi

Otoi lost his mind, constantly raised the rusty long knife, and then stabbed it until the whole person was soaked in blood.

"Enough, he's dead!" A coquettish sound sounded in my ears.

Otoi Hiroshi rubbed his somewhat blurred vision, but his hands, face, and even his whole body were stained with the blood of a barbarian tyrant.

Just raised his head, and an extremely beautiful girl was reflected in his dark red pupils.

"Did I win?"

she walked up to Otoi Hiroshi without the slightest concern, stretched out her index finger and lifted his jaw, with a sly look in her eyes, "That's right, you won, Tartarus."

"That's good..."

After that, Otoi Hiroshi fell to the ground with a bang.

He was so tired.

[Question: Can you scold me? 】