Chapter 115: Deathmatch I

He Zheng did not observe the attributes of the people around him in the slightest, and directly ignored the displeasure of others. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

There is no room for excessive conflict here. And no matter how unhappy the other party is, it will not have a decisive impact on He Zheng's approach, because after more than four hours, everyone will become enemies, and there is almost no other credible person except himself.

He Zheng was also shocked when he observed the attributes of the people around him, it was not that the attributes of those people were too high, but too low!

There are actually people whose overall attributes fluctuate around 0.25, this strength is weaker than before He Zheng used free attribute points, and all attributes are below 0.5, in the iron prison where he is, there are four out of ten people, this kind of strength is simply cannon fodder. Is this the so-called criminal who got it from somewhere else? For a person of He Zheng's strength, he doubted that he would be able to kill a group of such people with one punch.

However, the other five people only had two attributes of 0.5, and only one of them had a strength attribute of 0.6, and with this kind of strength of the opponent, He Zheng suspected that his little senior sister might not be able to deal with it.

Although there are also people who only have one attribute of 0.5, their strength is extremely impressive, just like He Zheng's sworn brother and one, and his spiritual power reaches 0.5, even against those martial artists who have a single attribute of 0.6, they can win the battle. However, this kind of genius, in He Zheng's mind, should not be many, at least there may not be one among these two hundred people.

Then He Zheng looked away, and found that the highest attribute of some participants was only 0.2, but looking at it, it looked fierce, directly occupied a corner, and looked very unhappy around him, and some of the surrounding attributes of 0.5 The martial artists didn't seem to bother with it, so as not to provoke something that shouldn't be provoked, and deliberately disguised? He Zheng was happy in his heart, this person is also a talent, and he doesn't know what he has done.

In the iron prison where He Zheng is located, the number of people who can be observed is around eighty or ninety, among which there are two critical ones with high strength, each of whom has an attribute of 0.9, and there are more than twenty people whose highest attribute is above 0.6, and their strength is also good, and the others, those cannon fodder levels below 0.5, there are more than forty people.

I have to say that after observing the strength of these people, He Zheng was also relieved in his heart, the strength of these people was much weaker than he imagined. With his own strength, he should be standing at the top of so many people, even if it is another part of the people he has not observed, it should not be too bad.

The only regret is that although He Zheng saw a few female participants, it was obvious that she was not a little senior sister, and she looked like she was over thirty years old.

However, when He Zheng looked over at that time, several women sensed He Zheng's gaze because He Zheng used his ability to observe, but they did not shy away from throwing a few flattering glances at He Zheng. Although He Zheng also had to admit that these women who practiced martial arts were not in bad shape, they still brought a sense of discomfort to He Zheng.

It seems that if you want to find the little senior sister, you have to wait until the time of the death match...... Hopefully, there will be no surprises.

The arena was built in a similar format to the Colosseum in the world where He Zheng lived in his previous life, and the seating design was similar to that of a football field.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next is the final battle of the day, and you have five minutes to bet before the war begins!"

"Now please choose the stronger warrior in your heart!"

Gu Gule held the megaphone and shouted loudly, but he didn't use any demagogic words. Because this is a rule, although the arena is for spectators, there is also respect for the warriors who participate.

As the background of the organizers, the main purpose of establishing this kind of arena is not to make money, after all, the entire island belongs to them, so why bother to make their own money? To a certain extent, the establishment of the arena is conducive to economic circulation, and it also shortens the distance between the official members and those peripheral members, and gives those peripheral members who continue to work hard to the formal members a close touch.

"Dad, who do you think is stronger, Yuan Qiwen or Su Juncai!" An eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenager asked a man in his thirties who was smoking a cigarette next to him with some excitement, "How can I win if I press Yuan Qiwen, I see that the information says that he is only twenty-five years old, and he is already an intermediate member, and among the borderliner, he is also very strong, is his winning rate greater!"

The man took the cigarette butt away, seemed to spit out a white smoke ring a little leisurely, and looked at the two warriors in a huge circular martial arts arena in the center of the arena in the distance, and after observing it, he said slowly, "These two people, the one in orange clothes is a little stronger." ā€

The young man next to the man heard what the man said, and said with some excitement, "I said it before, Su Juncai is stronger, I'll buy him, well, it's three hundred points." ā€

As he spoke, the boy immediately slid the scroll button of the integral item in a recess next to him, and after sliding it many times, changed its number from 0 to 300, and pressed OK.

The man next to him didn't say anything about the boy's behavior, and it just so happened that he seemed to see something at this time.

"You take your time here, don't run around, dad has friends looking for him. ā€

"Hmm. The boy replied casually, he was waiting for the start of the fight, where was he in the mood to pay attention to his father.

The man who smoked left his seat after saying a word.

"I didn't expect you to come here again, when I saw your resolute appearance, I thought that I would never enter the arena. A slightly chubby middle-aged man said with a smile.

"It's not that you don't know, what I said, where did I take it seriously", the father of the young man before, that is, the man who smoked, stood next to the slightly chubby middle-aged man, and said more casually, with some emotion, "I was too young and impulsive at the beginning, so I hurt him." ā€

The slightly chubby middle-aged man didn't answer, but looked at the two warriors in front of him who were about to start the fight, and suddenly asked, "Which of them do you think can win?"

"The one in black. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, the man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and trampled it out.

"It seems that your vision has not deteriorated, the one in black is called Yuan Qiwen, his talent is in the same period, it is considered good, and he will have a chance to be promoted to a senior student in the next assessment." The chubby middle-aged man said as if chattering, and then asked, "Do you plan to come back?"

"Still thinking about it......" The man did not veto directly.