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    Wen Lin's clear voice echoed in the long and narrow dark passage, but no one answered.

    In the originally quiet crowd, several people looked at each other, and then laughed, "Scared crazy?"

    "Hahaha, how can the nobles pay attention to our request?"

    "I thought it was a different woman? But that's all,"

    "It's all here, why don't you die before..."

    "..."

    "To shut up,"

    Wen Lin and Artust spoke out at the same time, but when those people were about to refute, they were shocked by Wen Lin's sharp eyes, and closed their mouths embarrassingly.

    She swept everyone's face, calmly stated,

    "If you can't fight to the last moment like a warrior, then I suggest you kill yourself now. It's more decent than being eaten by beasts,"

    No one would have thought that they would be ridiculed by a woman before they died. They blushed and their lips trembled, but they were speechless.

    Wen Lin snorted coldly and stopped talking.

    At the same time, the battle on the arena is over, and it only takes a few minutes to clear the arena.

    Running out of time.

    Wen Lin looked at the dark passage, but there was still no response, her calm face was silently filled with restlessness.

    But soon, the restlessness was suppressed by Wen Lin.

    There was a sharp and sharp whistle outside, and she followed the crowd out of the stone room and onto the arena.

    There were overwhelming cheers from the surrounding audience, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

    When it was discovered that there were women among them, the atmosphere in the audience reached its peak.

    "Oh, there are even women,"

    "It's still a woman on a celebration day,"

    "May the goddess of victory bless her not to die too soon,"

    "How is it possible, looking at her weak appearance, it must be the appetizer of the wolves,"

    "Is this specially arranged by Your Majesty to add to the fun?"

    "It seems to be a beautiful woman, it's a pity,"

    "Ha ha ha ha,"

    In the endless laughter, various eyes fell on Wen Lin with inquiry, disdain, ridicule, and expectation.

    She looked around without paying attention, and finally set her eyes on the high platform in the middle of the audience.

    Vicia sat in the center of the high platform, surrounded by nobles dressed in exaggerated and luxurious clothes.

    The eyes of the two passed through the crowd, met at a distance, and soon staggered again.

    The referee stood in front of the high platform, impassioned, stirring up the emotions of the audience, "It's also a hundred wolves who haven't eaten for a week, ten brave gladiators..."

    With the end of the last whistle, the gate holding the wolves slowly opened.

    Artust's expression no longer

    easy

    , replaced with a dignified expression, he handed the hatchet to Wen Lin who had no weapon, "Here, you need it more than I do,"

    Holding the iron piece in her hand tightly, Wen Lin shook her head calmly, "Thank you, but keep it to yourself,"

    As soon as the words fell, Wen Lin jumped up abruptly, deftly avoiding the attack of a gray wolf, grabbed the back of its neck with her backhand, and slid the iron piece from her throat.

    The battle has begun.

    Watching the whole process up close, the shock in his eyes was hard to fade. He swung an axe sideways and slashed at the attacking wolf, looking excited.

    "Wen Lin, I actually started to believe that you and I can leave here alive,"

    The dust in the sky rose, and the crowd was quickly swept away by the wolves, low roars and muffled groans interspersed, and warm blood splashed again.

    Can't tell if it's human or wolf.

    Wen Lin walked around the arena at an incredible speed. She observed the situation on the field and changed her position without any sound.

    This is not the first time she has fought wolves.

    In China in 21C, when Wen Lin had not yet completed her apprenticeship, she was thrown into the depths of the desolate and resource-poor grassland by her master.

    That is the territory of the wolves. If she wants to survive, she must learn to win food from the wolves.

    On numerous hunts, she has gone head-to-head with the wolves.

    Grey wolves are extremely intelligent and fierce animals, especially when they have to choose to attack in order to survive.

    It is Wen Lin's usual tactic to lock the position of the alpha wolf at the first time, and kill it quickly to form a short-term threat and deterrent effect, and then take advantage of this gap to escape.

    In the current situation of disparity in the number of humans and wolves, this method is also effective. It can disrupt the rhythm of the wolf group's attack and play a short-term deterrent effect, thereby giving other gladiators more time to breathe.

    But now, Wen Lin doesn't have any long-range weapon support in her hands.

    She quickly calculated the distance to the alpha wolf in her head, and the sweat on her forehead rolled down her chin. Wen Lin suddenly stopped and jumped off the ground. At the same time, a wolf flew towards her.

    When everyone was puzzled, Wen Lin slammed the wolf's skull with her palm, jumped again with her strength, and then quickly fell in the direction of the head wolf.

    There was only a thin line, the sharp wolf teeth clenched tightly, sticking to the skin, and the iron piece was deeply inserted into the neck of the head wolf.

    The wet and greasy smell sprayed on Wen Lin's arm. She frowned slightly and pulled out the iron sheet without hesitation.

    When passing by Artust again, Wen Lin evoked a resolute smile, her voice was sonorous and powerful, "For victory, for life,"

    "To win! To live!"

    The other gladiators were horrified by the strength of Wen Lin's display, and they couldn't help following Wen Lin's figure.

    The gray wolves fell one by one, the iron pieces deeply embedded in the tender flesh in Wen Lin's palm, and the dense sweat rolled from her forehead to her chin, but she did not dare to relax.

    The blood made the iron sheet slippery, and as long as it loosened slightly, she couldn't hold it.

    Vicia, who was sitting on the high platform, smiled lightly, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth had not changed from beginning to end.

    The Sistine embassy sitting around was full of interest, and their focus was on Wen Lin, just like Vicia.

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