Looking at the scene in the White Tower, Fu Qian was filled with emotion.
In the suddenly enlightened space, the rolling sounds were heard one after another.
Among them were men and women, old and young, and there was a mixture of cheers and screams.
Some are simply meaningless roars, sounding like a demonic braying donkey.
All of this echoes together, making people inexplicably think of a certain song called Flight of the Bees, and can't help but feel itchy ears.
This building looks more majestic from the inside than from the outside, but its architectural style is unflattering.
The huge space and the towering spiral white columns make people feel like they are in a cathedral of incredible height.
However, at the bottom of the space, there is a venue like the ancient Roman Colosseum, surrounded by densely packed honeycomb-like stands.
At the same time, the various bizarre display screens above the platform and the chaotic light strips above clearly tell others that they are in the information age.
Is this the legendary White Tower Arena, the invincible universe?
It can only be said that it fully reflects the builder's lack of money and poor taste.
The strong sense of dissonance, if I had to describe it, was like a King of Hell wearing a Bluetooth headset caressing the boomerang in his hand.
"Hello, please come this way."
A young woman with brown hair and white robes, dressed like an ancient Greek priest, walked up, interrupted Fu Qian's emotion at the right time, and reminded him with an impeccable smile to enter the interior from the side passage.
Fu went to look around, and sure enough, there was such a person standing next to every "fighter" participating.
According to the data from previous years, the number of people participating in the competition is quite exaggerated. It is difficult for them to find so many guides.
It is conceivable that the work of a large number of these priestesses will soon be over.
After walking through the long corridor, the two people quickly came to a place that looked like a preparation room.
"You can choose any weapon you like!"
The priestess led Fu Qian to the weapons rack near the wall, pointed at it and said.
"Can I use anything?"
I took a look before paying and saw that there were quite a variety of weapons, ranging from the most common swords and guns to all kinds of unimaginable shapes.
The most important thing is that the workmanship is excellent and the quality seems to be quite good.
Of course, they also have one thing in common - they don't know how to use it.
That's right, ever since he turned into a thug, he hasn't had time to learn how to use any type of weapon. He has always been throwing punches with the concept of using no moves to win.
The key point is that the effect seems to be pretty good so far, and I am not planning to change it before I pay.
"As long as it's on top."
replied the priestess.
"In addition, the equipment you bring can be used as long as there are no problems after being reviewed."
"Understood."
It can be said to be quite humane.
Fu went to look around. In view of the large number of people, it was impossible for this kind of preparation room to be luxurious enough for one person. Now besides himself, there were three people in this preparation room——
A young man who was obviously nervous, a young woman with blond hair, and—a black tin can?
Before paying, he looked at the last player, who was wearing a full set of exaggerated black plate armor with exquisite etching patterns on it.
The two pointed horns on the visor make people suddenly think they are seeing a black knight.
"Is this okay?"
He pointed before paying.
"Can."
The priestess nodded noblely and coolly, and pointed to the shelf on the other side of the room.
"In fact, there are also some armors here, you can choose them as you see fit."
I took a look before paying and saw various forms of protective gear and shields lined up all the way to the other end.
This one is still humble. Although he is not as exaggerated as the Black Knight, he basically has various systems.
It's a pity that I'm still useless. An attack that can hurt myself cannot be neutralized by a few pieces of iron sheet.
I looked around before paying and finally picked a white mask and put it on my face.
"alright."
The mask is very light, not even made of metal, and the weight is almost invisible.
The last time I was at the Huang family's Banshan Manor, I was wearing such a mask.
When everything else is of no use, it's better to use this to maintain the mystery of the master.
The choice before paying was obviously a bit unexpected by the priestess. After being stunned for a while, he adjusted the goddess's smile again and introduced the current situation thoughtfully.
"Because there are so many people, there will be three arenas taking place at the same time each time. Then just wait here."
Fu Qian nodded, listening to the flood of sounds outside, and just as he was wondering how the King of the White Tower would appear, the shouts outside suddenly stopped.
The next moment, various lights instantly focused on a certain place, and an open elevator slowly descended from the sky.
Well!
Before paying attention, his eyesight was no longer what it used to be, and he instantly confirmed that the person standing in the elevator was the target of his trip, Bai Jinting, the King of the White Tower.
Compared with the monsters and monsters in the stands, this one looks quite normal and doesn't have many extra heads.
The problem is, old man, you are over 70, right?
Putting aside safety issues, are you serious about building an elevator in the shape of an iron cage?
During the light tracking, Bai Jinting's elevator slowly arrived and finally stopped at a position independent of other stands.
"Welcome to the Ring Islands!"
Bai Jinting, who is over seventy years old, looks much younger than his actual age, and started to deliver his speech with great energy.
Wow!
The howling doubled in intensity instantly.
"Welcome to the White Tower Arena..."
Fu Qian squinted his eyes and observed his surroundings.
This huge, strange-looking building has tight and outrageous security.
Apart from all kinds of defense methods, the biggest sea-fixing needle here is none other than the legendary demigod, Ibrahimovic, known as the Storm Spirit.
It is said that this man reached the third level five years ago at the age of 68. Later, because he liked the ocean climate, he accepted the Baita Group's invitation and became a special consultant. He has rarely left here since then.
According to the information, Bai Jinting rarely shows up and has been hiding under such strict protection.
Only in the annual "King of the White Tower" arena, he will participate in the whole process, and at the end, he will personally award the award to the final winner.
In theory, this is a pretty good opportunity.
The information clearly states that this person is not an extraordinary person. He has fought all the way to become the champion. When the time comes, it is a very reasonable plan to take advantage of the opportunity of awarding the award to complete the task directly with one kick.
By then, even the demigods will be too late to take action.
And there is no time limit for this mission, so you can really spend some time to finish the arena first.
By the way, learn more about your goal.
Even if we are a ruthless worker, we still have principles.
It is justifiable to collect some charges and eliminate them.
Finally, Fu Qian had an inexplicable feeling that the person in front of him might not be so easy to kill.
Bai Jinting's speech was lengthy, and in the end he even stole the host's job and read out the rules of the competition slowly.
This shameful behavior of wasting time successfully made Fu Qian feel more murderous.
Finally, as Bai Jinting sat down contentedly, the host snatched back his microphone and announced the start of the game.