This is a Miracle

Bad taste.

Saros has not allowed the strong to dictate his destiny, and he has not lost yet.

As long as a person is alive, it is not lost, the game has just begun.

Once upon a time, Saros also thought about deciding his own future path, but he had never really made a free choice since he left the mountain village, or before that.

Joining the army for his brother, staying for the honor of the soldiers, fighting for the clear spring, and protecting the country behind him, he stood up like a hero, came to this arena, and became a prisoner from a general.

Now, Saros is forced to step onto the competitive stage again and has to fight to the death in order to survive.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I have never been truly free in my life. I have always been in the palm of fate and at the mercy of it.

Even if I can't escape, even if I die here, so what?

He wanted to play, and Saros accompanied him to the end: If I stayed in the village and didn't come out, how could I enjoy such treatment?

Soldier, general, hero, slave, dead soldier.

It doesn’t matter what your identity is!

Even if Saros has been forced to make a choice, this kind of life is a hundred times, ten thousand times more exciting than that small mountain village!

Even if he died here, at the hands of Ra's Eye, these few short years would still be worth the life of an ordinary person.

Death is enough for this kind of life!

Saros' eyes became more determined. He said the last words to Qingquan in his heart, and then ran towards the Eye of Ra. He wanted to face this legendary strong man head-on!

Saros...

Qingquan covered her mouth, her face full of tears. She couldn't bear it, but she knew she couldn't stop it.

Qingquan is the person who understands Saros best.

It was precisely because I understood him that I chose to let go, let this man fight with his fate, and watch him fight to the end for freedom!

careful!

Qingquan looked at the battle in front of him. It was almost a one-sided killing, but the man narrowly escaped death again and again. He always missed death.

Just a little bit closer.

Countless times, Qingquan was almost ready to break the bottom line and save Saros even if he blamed him.

However, it was this little bit that was like a gap that prevented this competition from ending completely. It also made Qingquan change from worry to expectation, and then firmly believed that Saros would not fall here.

He will win, for sure!

Isn't this battle taking a little long?

Logically speaking, such a battle should not be liked by the audience. After all, except for some psychopaths, no one wants to see one-sided ravage.

However, they had their hearts in their throats at this time, and the whole place was silent.

I don't know why, but everyone didn't take this battle seriously at first, but the potential and extreme escape shown by Saros, invisibly made people excited.

No, not just excitement, but also doubt, doubt about self!

‘If it were me, would I be able to escape in that situation? ’

‘Is what he just used the power of law? Although it is very unfamiliar, it must be the power of law. It took me hundreds of years to master the power, but he mastered it in a few minutes? ’

power!!

Suddenly, a certain legendary strongman in the stands suddenly stood up: Quan Quan, he is controlling Quan Quan!

At this moment, the whole place erupted into uncontrollable noise and discussion.

If it were just the power of the field, it might be said that the talent was quite good, but to continuously master the laws and even powers in such a short period of time was a bit too much.

Is that human being?

If he can do this kind of thing, doesn't it mean that if he is given the power of miracles, he can surpass the master in minutes, and then he will be the king in 10 minutes and a legend in an hour.

Is this possible?

Huhu

is it possible?

Another hour later, the only man standing told them the answer: there really are miracles in this world.

Standing in the center of the arena,

Saros felt that it was a miracle that he could still breathe at this time.

The man was lying in the center of the hard ring, blood dripping from his head, forming a small pool of blood, but he was smiling and laughing: I won, it's me, I won!!

Who could have imagined that the battle would turn out like this?

How can it be……

The elector's pupils couldn't help but tremble. Thinking back to the previous battle, he just felt like he was dreaming.

It is obvious that the Eye of Ra has the absolute advantage. He is no more familiar and thorough with his own power than Saros, let alone three times the gap.

With such a huge advantage, Eye of God still lost?

But can the elector say that the Eye of Ra is useless? He can't, because no matter which legendary strongman is sent, they may not be able to do better than the Eye of Ra under the same circumstances.

From the initial crushing, to being found an opportunity by Saros, it was gradually delayed until the late stage, and then I became more and more familiar with this miraculous power.

Finally, turn the tide and fight back to the extreme.

No matter who encounters such an opponent, I am afraid it can only be described as amazing.

Is he really a mortal?

How can a mortal be so familiar with the miraculous power of the Golden Ancient Kingdom?

Even a living saint cannot master the incarnation of the law and the legendary power in such a short period of time. This is absolutely impossible!

There were also Living Saints in the audience. They asked themselves whether they could survive the battle to the end and win if they were in Saros's position.

The obvious answer is no, they can't.

In a few minutes, he mastered the domain of the Eye of Ra, and then used domain skills to block its attack.

Next to the elector was a woman. She was a famous female war goddess under Du Muan. Minerva analyzed the battle of Saros: Afterwards, it seemed that he was suppressed by the Eye of Ra, but in fact he was taking advantage of it. Domain, feel the power of the other party, and then analyze and obtain fragments of the power of the law.

It's amazing, it's really amazing.

Minerva sighed: Is this really something a mortal can do? A living saint. Even a living saint doesn't have such talent, right?

Minerva was also a living saint, but when facing Salos, she felt ashamed and did not dare to compare with him.

Minerva even had an idea at this time that describing Saros as a living saint was not only not a compliment, but an insult.

How could a mere living saint describe his talent?

The miracle of living.

Minerva did not notice that the elector's fists were clenching tightly at this time. He stared at Saros: Has Atian's wisdom really come to the world?

what did you say?

It's not over yet!

The Elector did not answer Minerva. He stared directly at Saros, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: This gladiatorial battle will not end so easily.