Chapter 3025： arena

Stepping into the duel field, there was a harsh sound immediately, higher than a while.

The audience is still roaring, cursing the samurai who fight hard to die soon, so that they can get a huge bonus.

As if the beast howls, he hopes to bite off in the end.

This kind of money with **** smell makes the audience feel excited and excited, and the emotions of many audiences are completely out of control.

They were drunk in this **** entertainment, unable to extricate themselves, and showed the most ugly gesture when they kept screaming.

Tang Zhen sat on the chair, silently watching the fight in the center of the venue, as if it were an ordinary audience.

Compared with the frenzy of the surrounding audience, this posture looks a little out of place.

The performers who have been attracting much attention are already about to win and lose. At this moment, there are corpses everywhere on the duel.

The **** warrior is waving his weapon to end the enemy who has lost his resistance.

Seeing the head fall to the ground, some spectators yelled at them because they had been killed to lose money.

The winner on the duel are enjoying the loud cheers of the audience and making some vulgar and dirty actions.

The staff responsible for collecting the corpses entered the duel yard with carts to put up the broken bodies.

Looking at their facial expressions and movements, it's like dealing with garbage.

Clean up the corpse, simply clean the battlefield, and soon the next fight will begin.

Some spectators chose to leave the game, while others re-bet bet, it looks like a busy scene.

Tang Zhen remained silent for a moment and followed the flow of people to the betting workbench.

"I want to participate in battle competition, where do I need to go?"

Looking at the staff behind the iron window, Tang Zhen asked in a calm tone.

The audience around him looked at Tang Zhen curiously, as if studying whether he could win.

"Man, are you here to die?"

A strong man looked at Tang Zhen and asked in a puzzled tone, with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes.

He wore the staff's clothes, looked Tang Zhen up and down, and then pointed in one direction.

"You can go there and someone will meet you and tell you what to do.

But I want to remind you that the pain of death in the fighting field is far beyond your imagination.

If you do n’t have the guts, it ’s best not to try it easily, lest you be scared to pee your pants! "

The words of the strong man made the audience around laugh, but no one sneered at the opportunity.

Dare to participate in this kind of death competition is basically no different from lunatics, it is best not to easily provoke.

Even in the eyes of many aborigines, this is due performance and should be given sufficient respect.

Following the guidance of the strong man, Tang Zhen came to the room.

There were many people in the room with fierce breath on their faces. At first glance they were the kind of guy who had died more than once.

Seeing Tang Zhen walking into the house, the strong men looked up and down fiercely with a disgruntled look.

There are even some guys who made a throat-cut gesture to Tang Zhen, all with a provocative expression on his face.

"If you participate in the death race, then hurry up and register, if you go to the wrong door, then hurry and get out of me!"

The speaker was a bearded man, wearing a short vest that resembled a vest, exposing his arms like an old tree stump.

"I regestrated."

Tang Zhen walked over and said to the bearded man.

"Very good, another guy to die, welcome to join the purgatory fighting field."

The bearded man laughed, pulled a contract from the side, and snapped it on the table.

"Press the fingerprint on it, and then you can participate in the death race, either kill or be killed.

Of course, in any case, you will get the rewards, and you will definitely not lose half of your copper! "

Tang Zhen pulled the contract and glanced at random, reaching for the fingerprint on it.

"Very good, I like courageous young people!"

Upon seeing the beard, he pulled back the contract made of leather and threw it into the iron box next to it.

"Okay guys, now you can choose your weapon and wait for the end to start fighting.

I hope you can live longer. I do n’t want to see your cute little head among the next car body fragments. "

When the beard was talking, he waved at Tang Zhen and looked at the other applicant standing behind him.

"Welcome you guys, you must first tell me if you are ready to be minced ..."

Following the instructions of the bearded man, Tang Zhen came to the next room and saw that it was filled with a variety of weapons, as well as blood-stained armor.

You do n’t need to guess that these are things that were picked from the body, just for recycling.

"Come on young man, choose your own armor, it will make you die slower."

Someone shouted at Tang Zhen, and at the same time reached out to the tatters.

Tang Zhen stepped forward, picked up a rusty two-foot bronze sword, and stood silently beside him.

"Young man, you don't need an armor?"

The next big man asked, it seemed that he didn't understand Tang Zhen's behavior very much.

"No need."

Tang Zhen glanced at the strong man and said in a light tone.

"I often see confident young people like you, but without exception, they are all pulled out of the duel by the corpse truck."

Dahan smiled and said that he didn't really care about Tang Zhen being killed, after all, it had nothing to do with him.

What's more, even if you die, you can be resurrected. What can you worry about?

In the following time, people continued to enter the room, choosing their own weapons and armor.

Others pushed the car and threw the weapons and equipment that had just been plucked from the corpse back into the house.

In the process of waiting, the warriors who were going to participate in the death competition laughed loudly, or looked around with cold eyes.

Later in the fighting field, some people will become associates, while others will become opponents.

Observing in advance can make the battle easier.

Tang Zhen was silent, like a statue, just staying quietly in the corner.

"Newcomer, remember what I said, when the battle starts, I will twist your head down!"

A warrior standing next to him suddenly looked at Tang Zhen and said in a fierce tone.

When Tang Zhen came in just now, he gestured to Tang Zhen to cut his throat, and his expression looked very fierce.

The two sides never knew each other, and did not know what the reason was, so this guy was so targeted at Tang Zhen.

"I hope you have that strength, not just talking."

Looking at the warrior in front of him, Tang Zhen shook his head, too lazy to ignore the idiot.

Seeing Tang Zhen's reaction, the martial artist laughed "Ji Jie" and stared at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.

After staring at it for more than ten seconds, Tang Zhen didn't look at himself at all, and then sneered and turned away.

"Hey, you have to be careful, that guy is bullying the newcomer.

Newcomers are easy to get rid of because they have no experience, which will allow them to get more rewards.

If he is shocked by his momentum, he will be more likely to be killed by him during the duel. "

The strong man responsible for guarding the weapons said to Tang Zhen, looking like a good show.

"He will soon find out that he actually made the wrong person."

Tang Zhen said coldly that it was impossible to care about this threat, which was simply too ridiculous.

The strong man smiled when he heard Yan Tang. He felt that Tang Zhen was a burly kid. Once he had tasted the taste of death, he would know how easy it is to compete in death.

Where did he know that Tang Zhen ’s participation in the death race was actually for another reason.

Otherwise, the entire arena and the audience will be wiped out in just a matter of thought.