Even in the afternoon, the atmosphere inside the building was still feverish.
Men and women addicted to the violent secretion of hormones don't know what time is, but the visible figures are not as dense as at night.
The inferior sound system made an explosive sound, and Bai E's body swayed gently following the rhythm.
When you're in town, do as the Romans do and you have to mingle with everyone.
Seeing that it was an acquaintance who had brought him, and the soldier in front of him had a strong figure and a strong aura, the person in charge of registration instantly changed his sitting posture and straightened his back to become more regular.
He has seen many such characters. Even if they may unfortunately die in a death battle later, they are definitely the ones who can climb up here the fastest!
So he looked at Bai E with some obvious awe in his eyes, "What is your name?"
"White Ghost."
Bai E blurted out.
I don’t know why, but this name immediately comes to mind like a bond.
Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Bai E directly pulled out ten pieces of cellophane-like currency and slapped it on the table, "One thousand, I'll slap it on myself."
Maybe ordinary android warriors don't have money, but he is not ordinary. Chavez's 500 hard-earned money does not need to be used at all. The player just handed him a thousand oceans.
Self-sufficient.
"Okay." The registration staff spoke briefly, lowered his eyebrows and carefully took ten Blackwater banknotes with a face value of 100, "Please go over there and have a short rest. In addition to the ongoing one, please wait for two more.
It’s your turn.”
"..."
Glancing at the imposing-looking figure walking towards the rest area, the registration clerk carefully hooked his hand at the waiting black goat. When he leaned over, he carefully asked softly, "What is this person's background? I haven't seen him before.
Have you seen it?”
"Over there..." Black Goat was mysterious and raised his chin in a certain direction.
The registrant instantly understood, "Turtle!"
One word came to mind instantly - Blood God!
Came from the same place as the Blood God!
Although there are many people who come to this arena from that place to play, this newcomer is completely different from the taciturn big-headed soldiers before. At first glance, he looks like a blood god.
You have to find a qualified opponent for him...
Bai Eda, who was sitting on the sidelines, spread out his arms and put them on the backrests of the unoccupied seats on both sides, watching the game taking place on the field intently.
The fighting in this place is about not paying attention to anything, and there is no scruple in any dirty tricks that people can think of - eye pokes, chokeholds, kicks in the crotch...
Whatever you want to do, how can you win?
Even if it's not a fight to the death, it's still full of blood and blood that can leave people maimed.
Victory is the only criterion here.
Bai E's eyes flickered, shining brightly.
He likes this feeling of letting go. If he has suppressed himself for a long time, he always has to find an opportunity to vent.
I have been shrinking my head and tail, living with my butt between my legs in the military camp. As time goes by, I always feel aggrieved.
If you have an opportunity to hit someone without being held responsible, why should you seize it?
As for being beaten to death? Firstly, the rules do not allow killing, and someone will stop him in dangerous moments. Secondly, he has the trait of "resisting death" and is not afraid at all. As long as he can return to the military camp, no injuries are a problem.
Perhaps because of the ongoing war with alien races, the medical technology of this era is surprisingly good.
With the equipment in hand, I can save people from death with my level 2 first aid skills, let alone the professional medical department in the military camp.
I was almost beaten to pieces by the Blood God before, with all my body shattered and fractured, including the miserable condition Rose was beaten by a mantis insect in the recruit trial. How could she still be alive and kicking within a day?
Watching the defeated player being dragged off the field covered in blood like a dead dog, watching the winning player raising his arms to greet the cheers of the audience.
Bai E felt...
Hard!
The fist is hard!
The two battles ended not long after, and some staff came to the stage to clean up the bloody arena.
It's so-so, but this is an attitude, which often means that the character who is about to appear next is not ordinary.
"The next one will be a 'tornado' that tears everything apart..."
The host spoke softly, allowing the audience's emotions to ferment.
When cheers started to spread, he slowly read out his opponent.
"Fight against our newcomer—White Ghost!"
For a moment, doubts arose in the audience, "Newcomer?"
"Newcomer?"
"A tornado hits a newcomer?"
"What's the origin of this white ghost? Is the organizer crazy?"
Tornado is also a well-known gladiator in this arena. When fighting, he knocks down his opponents with a storm-like combo, which is very entertaining and has always been well received by the audience.
Logically speaking, such a well-known player should be a master of the same level.
However, the opponent unexpectedly turned out to be just a newcomer. A newcomer should have a pool of newcomers... How could he appear in the game against Tornado?
The organizer's move of sending people to the stage to clean the venue just now also represents to some extent the importance they attach to this game. They would only do this to show their importance when some star players are competing.
It is also a signal to the audience - get ready for the carnival!
The gladiator, wearing only a pair of shorts, jumped from the passage into the large arena. The unrestricted competition naturally gave enough space to display tactical methods.
He raised his hands to welcome the audience's love and cheers, but found that the scene was slightly quiet, and the occasional movement of two or three kittens made the scene even quieter.
what happened?
In the dim corridor opposite, a figure gradually emerged from the shadow of the cement floor. In the interweaving of light and shadow, the overall appearance slowly became clear.
The corners of the blood-red leather trousers have a large zigzag shape, and two metal hanging chains are hung on the trouser legs as decoration. The black leather jacket on the upper body is slightly tight, and the large exposed muscles reveal a vigorous and heroic posture like a cheetah, even though
It was the part covered by the leather jacket, and the muscles that were ready to move also outlined lines of indescribable strength.
The mask on the face reflects the luster of metal, planting mysterious seeds in the hearts of all viewers.
"Ah~"
"So cool..."
The crazy yearning woman closed her legs tightly, her eyes blurred.
Men are almost obsessed with looking at the perfect body in their dreams, not the kind of exaggerated muscles, nor the thin ones that are as thin as bamboo poles and can be blown down by a gust of wind.
When can the underworld develop such a perfect body? What is hard to obtain is even more desirable.
"Is it really worth giving him such support?" The person in charge of the organizer of the afternoon show touched the stubble on his chin and looked at the figure walking out of the aisle on the surveillance screen with some doubts.
Every campaign must set off a sufficiently enthusiastic climax, otherwise it will also be a blow to the credibility of their organizers.
The registration clerk huddled aside obscenely and said in a fervent tone, "Boss, do you think this guy looks like a rookie?"
The appearance is full of charm and the character is astonishing.
This is not an expert, so it can’t be justified...
"I hope..."
The person in charge who spoke glanced at another picture on the surveillance screen... In it, a large figure was sitting quietly on a chair with his eyes closed, waiting.
When a star player appears, there must be matching publicity.
It is a good choice to use this inconsequential small scene to set off the atmosphere first.
The main event is yet to come, and the appetizers ahead... I hope they can also be on a higher level.
…
Bai E narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard those heavy breathings that were obviously full of desire.
The players' vision is indeed very vicious, and the clothes they prepared for themselves are exactly what these people like...
But it is unclear whether it is a bad taste aesthetic that the players themselves want to see, or whether it is to cater to the aesthetics of the underworld civilians.
But it's not important.
I just came to fight.
The eyes of the muscular man opposite him already showed obvious crazy murderous intent.
Tornadoes can tolerate failure, but they cannot tolerate the glory that should belong to them being robbed by others.
Even if he fails, he should still be the most glorious one!
Bai E's mouth curled up slightly, his index and middle fingers moved together, and he raised his fingers provocatively towards the other side——
