The "Avenger" spacecraft floated in the vast universe, wafting out the white mist, but the ship's electronics still did not respond, only the blurred image on the large screen became clearer and clearer. In the picture of the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun and Pavilion, it is a battlefield left behind after a terrible war. There were piles of bones and rivers of blood, and you can imagine how fierce the battle was at that time.

"Commander, you see how strange these people are!"

Justin had noticed this a long time ago, and although these corpses were broken into pieces, he could still tell that these intelligent beings did not seem to belong to the local galaxy, or even to the local galaxy group. Justin came to this conclusion by recalling in his mind all the intelligent beings he knew.

"It must have something to do with that white mist!" Rob said again, his voice echoing through the silent control center and through the speakers to the rest of the ship.

Justin was confused, he had no idea what was going on. That white mist didn't look like interstellar dust, and even if it was, there would be no life. So, where is the battlefield on the screen? Who is controlling the screen of his ship? What is his purpose in doing this? A series of questions that are driving Justin crazy.

"Rob, check if there are any casualties, material reserves and backup energy, and let them speed up the overhaul!"

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Coach is a Ursa Major Galaxy man named Strease, who doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary, but he is said to be the only one in Rhonata to survive the Grim Reaper's giant axe. Speaking of death, he is definitely a shadow in the hearts of gladiators, an existence whose strength has developed to the peak. The Grim Reaper is the most powerful gladiator on the planet Lonata!

"Don't think about it!" Dresss swung his long whip at Lin Feng, but Lin Feng dodged him with a jump. Celes looked at Lin Feng and walked over slowly.

The other gladiators saw that something good was about to be staged, and they stopped their training and gathered around.

Strice walked up to Lin Feng, put away the whip, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Lin Feng, at this time he only had a piece of cloth to cover his shame, sweating profusely, "Do you think you are very fast?"

Lin Feng didn't speak, but the expression on his face had confirmed Dress's words.

Dress's eyelids twitched, his right hand flicked violently, and the long whip made a snapping sound in the air, "Then let's try!"

The other gladiators immediately scattered around, they had enough of Strice's whip.

Without warning, Celes threw out a whip, and the long whip was like a poisonous snake circling in the air and flying towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng was very confident in his reaction speed, and he easily dodged for the first time. Stirles did not hit and did not rush to attack, but circled the field.

Lin Feng stood in the middle, slowly turning with Celes to prevent Celes from attacking.

"The second time, pay attention!"

Instead of raiding, Celes warned Lin Feng in advance. With a snap, the whip came out again. Lin Feng dodged away again. In the eyes of others, Lin Feng won the second time by luck. However, only Lin Feng knew that luck was a fluke, but it was not a victory, but not a defeat!

There was a burning pain in the right arm, although it was not hit by the whip, but the moment the whip was fired, the force emitted was very powerful, much greater than the last time!

Lin Feng's face slowly calmed down, and he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy.

"Third whip!" the corners of Strice's mouth curled slightly, and the third whip was thrown up in the air, making two snapping sounds in the air.

Lin Feng screamed miserably and fell to the ground, two blood marks immediately bulged on his chest and left leg, and blood seeped out after a while.

"Magu, treat him, rest for ten minutes, and continue practicing!" Streis looked at Lin Feng who fell to the ground, sneered, and left the training ground.

The other gladiators sighed a few times in boredom and continued to devote themselves to the practice. Lin Feng was helped by a bachelor named Magu to a gloomy room, the room was crowded with two shelves, on which were placed all kinds of bottles and cans, with labels and all kinds of strange names written on them.

Ma Gu put Lin Feng on a bench, rummaged on the shelf for a while, found a small bottle, opened it and poured pink powder on Lin Feng's wound, "Press it yourself a few times, squeeze out the blood!" Ma Gu is an old man, his face is full of chloasma, his hair is sloppy, his mouth is full of wine, as soon as the powder touches the wound, it immediately causes severe pain, Lin Feng wonders if this drunk will take the wrong medicine, before he can question it, the old man has already fallen to the side, snoring loudly.

After a few minutes, the pain of the wound disappeared, Lin Feng peeled off the powder, and slowly squeezed out the bruises from the wound, the black bruises dripped on the ground, stirring up a puff of smoke and dust in the sunlight coming in from the window, and it was quickly wrapped in dust.

"Gladiatorial fighting is not a group fight, it is also a matter of strategy!" Suddenly, Streis appeared behind Lin Feng, Lin Feng turned his face to look at him, and followed his eyes through the small window to look at the training ground, "Scavenger, Roaring and Bone Crusher, these titles are not earned by brute force, if you want to survive or win in tonight's gladiatorial fight, no amount of training can only consume your physical strength and will!"

Lin Feng looked at Fris and didn't understand what he meant by these words, so he only listened to Frye the Scavenger continue to say: "Your opponent tonight will be Frye the Scavenger, you carefully observe his movements, when to attack, when to defend, those actions are feints, those are bluffs. Speaking of this, Celes glanced back at Lin Feng, "I wish you luck!"

Strass finished speaking, stood up and walked out. Lin Feng thought about it, and didn't know why, he simply didn't want to, since Strass had created a good opportunity for himself to rest, and he could also observe his opponent and enjoy himself. So I studied it carefully.

Time passed quickly, and when the last ray of sunlight from the training ground disappeared from the training ground, Lin Feng had already eaten the last grain of rice in the broken bowl. He stood up and looked at the scavenger in the corner of the dining room, where today he had killed another newcomer, feasting on one of the poor man's legs.

Lin Feng walked out of the dining room, came to the training ground, and looked back, on the viewing platform on the second floor above the dining room, Laurent was looking meaningfully at the sunset in the distance.

"I wish you could see such a beautiful scene!"

"I will!"

"Maybe!" Laurent propped her hands on the guardrail, "but that's okay, if you like, I can bury your head on the highest mountain over there, so you can see it!"

"Where's my body?"

"By this time tomorrow," Laurent sneered, "it may have turned into and been pulled into the pit by the scavengers!"

Lin Feng also sneered, "Oops, but I don't have a hobby like you to drill a dung pit!"

"Well, you can keep your teeth sharp, after all, this is your last chance!" With that, Laurent shook the mysterious little device in his hand, smiled and turned away.