Fang Yang sneered and raised his chin and cut off.

This provocative action frightened some passers-by around him, and he said in his heart that this young man was really stunned, and he was so bold.

Among the few people who turned back, one was a cold man with a plane head, his hair on the right side of his brain was shaved very short, and a Z was carved out, which looked like he killed Matt.

But it's really rare to kill Matt like him with such a handsome and angular edge.

The man who killed Matt smiled coldly at Fang Yang, then turned around and left, and the others just glanced at Fang Yang again.

The two androids guarding were as steady as old dogs, motionless, and did not seem to feel the moment just now, the scene almost lost control in the tense and gunpowder-filled atmosphere.

Fang Yang is not the same thing, anyway, he has a lot of lice and doesn't itch, and these people don't dare to face him here.

After Fang Yang entered the gate of the Night Fortress, he walked through the long mechanical corridor and opened a huge crystal clear curtain.

What opens up in front of you is a world that suddenly opens up.

A huge circular square, like an inverted bowl, from the bottom to the top, this circular circle is getting bigger and bigger, and the original is more spectacular.

Fang Yang raised his head, just in time to see the cold artificial moon.

The seats in the square were full of spectators, all around the bottom circle, a circle filled with scarlet blood, the pungent smell of blood permeated, and huge white bones could be seen everywhere, forgotten in every corner.

The spectators roared and screamed, blushing and gesturing, and even made some frantic movements.

The huge circular square was drowned out by endless shouts, and a crazy, restless, and bloodthirsty mood began to permeate Fang Yang's heart.

The deepest and most primitive desire to kill and impulse in people's hearts is vividly displayed at this moment.

Fang Yang couldn't help but be infected by the crazy atmosphere in it, and his heart became manic, but fortunately, his state of mind and will were relatively tenacious, he took a deep breath, and quickly threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

Fang Yang continued to walk up the circular square, found a remote position and sat down.

Although white bones can be found everywhere underground, such a large piece is not a human bone at first glance, and not a single scattered prosthetic part has appeared, which is even more certain.

Arrive on time at 8 o'clock!

With a bang, the lights were gone, and only a faint layer of moonlight shrouded in the entire circular square remained, adding a hazy color to the bloody scene.

A middle-aged man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek emerged from the lowest level of the dueling arena with a golden microphone in his hand.

In an instant, countless neon lights hit him, and the eyes of the audience were also focused.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this black market duel!"

"First of all, we ushered in our first gladiator, Porcelain Nian, who has the nickname of the cold-faced killer!"

With the middle-aged man's exaggerated body movements, he pointed the microphone at one of the entrances to the dueling table.

The entrance was pitch black one moment, not even the moonlight could be cast, and the next it was filled with countless brilliant and dazzling neon lights.

A slender figure with a full and graceful figure walked out of the neon light, her face was cold, expressionless, and there was a cold killing intent in her eyes.

This is the prosthetic beauty that Fang Yang met before, Porcelain Nian, at this time, Porcelain Nian, wearing a black mechanical suit, although it is a technological product, full of data chips and mechanical lines, but it still outlines Porcelain Nianjiao's good figure to the fullest.

Many people in the stands had their eyes lit up, and their mouths kept saying some unbearable obscenities, and some even whistled at Porcelain Nian.

Porcelain Nian's pair of crescent moon eyes that could speak like a mouth, narrowed at this time, his eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty cold moon, so cold that there was no trace of emotion, cold and terrifying.

Many people were frightened by this gaze, and they no longer dared to look at Porcelain Nian's figure so wantonly.

But for some people, this kind of action is more attractive.

"Wild!"

Her gaze was cold and terrifying. ”

"That's right, it's a cold rose with thorns!"

Porcelain Nian just made a simple appearance, and he had already pushed the atmosphere of the dueling arena to a small climax.

After all, what could be more interesting and exciting than watching beautiful gladiators fight?

At least now people here can't think of it, and their minds are instantly filled with a highly secreted hormone.

Fang Yang couldn't help but look at it twice, but he was just in pure appreciation, and he didn't dare to have a trace of obscenity, after all, Sister Porcelain was kind enough to help him so much, and kindly reminded him of many things, from the bottom of his heart, Fang Yang had already regarded him as one of his big sisters.

After the roar and whistle of the mountain and tsunami, the middle-aged man's sharp and very discerning voice sounded again, "Then, next is the second fighter of our first duel, he is Zhanpi, nicknamed Da Mantou." ”

The next moment, countless dazzling neon lights slowly moved with the middle-aged man's microphone, focusing on the other entrance of the dueling platform.

Coming out of the dark entrance was a round figure, or rather, a ball, which might be more appropriate.

This person's whole body is trapped in the fat body, and his neck has long been missing, and it is difficult to find even a head if he does not find it carefully.

Fang Yang was sure that this person was definitely more than five hundred catties!

And because of the long absence of the sun and the sun, the man's skin was a sickly white, and his eyes were blank, but occasionally a fine light flashed.

Fang Yang finally knew why this person's nickname was called Big Steamed Bun.

Just this kind of body, this kind of physique?

They are all fat into balls, one foot is thicker than an elephant's leg, at least two hundred pounds of bottom, can this still walk? It is better to use a roll, it is estimated that it is much faster.

Fang Yang was a little speechless, such a fat person could still participate in the duel in the underground dueling arena?

I'm afraid it's troublesome to move, and I won't be beaten up and fermented every few minutes.

However, it seems that among the spectators around the scene, only Fang Yang has such doubts, and the others are still crazy, nervous and excited.

In the dueling stage, Porcelain Nian and Zhan Pi looked at each other from afar, forming a picture with great visual impact and shocking effect.

The contrast is simply more exciting than Beauty and the Beast, and it is more deeply rooted in people's hearts, like two extremes of visual effects.

Am I the only one wondering if these two are real gladiators?

Until now, Fang Yang hadn't understood the doubts in his heart.

At this time, the middle-aged man's very inflammatory voice sounded again.

"Now it's the protagonist of this duel!"

"The first is a Turbo Raptor of Porcelain Nian!"

At this moment, the audience remembered even more crazy and fiery cheers and thunderous shouts.

"Knock! knock......"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the next moment it appeared in everyone's field of vision, a proof beast with fangs!

Fang Yang was petrified on the spot, was this a fierce beast duel or a human duel?