In the rest room of the fighters in the middle of the strong fighting layer, Zheng Ming, who came alone after receiving the email, quietly waited for his appearance.

[Name: Crazy Face Mask]

[Type: Jewelry]

[Quality; Fierce Superior Spirit Weapon (can grow with energy level)】

[Skills: Madness, Emotional Disorder, Madness]

[Effect: Insane; Maintain a conscious, emotionally suppressed mental state (side effects; After taking off the mask, you will be hit by the backlog of negative emotions)]

[Emotional Disorder; It can absorb accumulated emotions and form a spiritual barrier. 】

[Madness; Increases the strength and recovery speed of physical and mental powers. 】

[Introduction: The final feast of the Vics, infused with broken lust, forged under the scorching and strengthening of the demonic flame.] 】

[Note: When you put on a mask, the barrier in your heart will get thicker and thicker.] When the mask takes root completely, it will never be able to be taken off again, and you will no longer be you.

Da Ma Jindao sat on the chair, holding Zheng Ming, who had a crazy face in his hand, and was stunned.

According to the rules of the fighting arena, he must defeat at least one system-matched enemy in order to have the right to challenge others. Unless promoted, each person can only have one challenge per month at this level. Based on this calculation, it will take at least three months for Zheng Ming to advance to the level by challenging the upper players.

As for another way to climb the standings, Zheng Ming briefly investigated. It was found that the top ten in the middle of the strong division standings, and the lowest points were around seventy or eighty.

According to the winning streak reward system, Zheng Ming wants to rush forward, at least twenty-one consecutive wins. With the rule of at least once in three days, it would take him more than two months to win 21 consecutive victories.

Just as his brows furrowed, worried about his quick promotion, the electronic synthesized sound sounded in his ears.

"Player Zheng Ming, identity ID: 207909110213, please go to the No. 13 venue on this floor immediately. The battle is about to begin. ”

"Are you going to start? Oh, it's the 13th, but it's really an unlucky number. Hearing the reminder, Zheng Ming muttered in a low voice, and then put on the crazy mask in his hand.

As the mad face mask clinged to his face tightly, his black hair suddenly turned silver-white, and his eyes shot bloodshot.

Silently walked to the No. 13 venue, Zheng Ming raised his eyes and looked around. I saw that in the audience behind the surrounding light curtain, there were sparsely sitting crowds of three or two. They talk, they grind between couples, they close their eyes, but they don't pay attention to the fighters.

Come to think of it, with Zheng Ming's obscurity and the points that can't be ranked at all, it is normal for the audience to find it difficult to raise interest.

Their venue didn't even have a commentator and a briefing, so they could only walk on stage silently alone.

Standing quietly in the arena for a while, Zheng Ming's opponent finally came late.

He was a male half-orc with gray wolf ears and a wolf tail, with shabby equipment and knotted hair. Just looking at his appearance, he looks more like a vagabond than a warrior.

"Wolf half-orc warriors, wolf fangs. Blood Qi level 22, cumulative points 7. ”

Recalling the opponent's intelligence that came with the notice, Zheng Ming shook his hand and condensed the black knife.

"Haha, I'm so lucky, it's a rookie who has just entered the arena, and it's also a magic system of cultivation. Boy, you're unlucky to meet me, but I'm one step away from being promoted to the top of the powerhouse. ”

Zheng Ming frowned when he saw the wolf fang on the other side, screaming arrogantly. The already unhappy mood became worse because of the other party's behavior.

"Mentally retarded?"

What Zheng Ming didn't expect was that the other party's reaction after hearing him whispering to himself was far beyond the ordinary.

I saw that the wolf's fangs suddenly slammed on the ground, slamming the solid floor, revealing Sen Han's fangs, and shouting with a hideous face.

"I don't know how thick the sky is. How dare you call me mentally retarded? Today, let me teach you a good lesson, what is called misfortune comes from the mouth. ”

As if he was afraid that others would not know that Zheng Ming had scolded him, the wolf tooth shouted at the top of his voice.

The other party's slightly exaggerated behavior made Zheng Ming's eyes flash. Then he turned his head to look around.

Seeing that in the audience outside the light curtain, the audience, who had not had the slightest interest, moved their eyes to the field with interest after hearing the howl of the wolf fang, and Zheng Ming finally understood the intention of the wolf fang's series of strange behaviors.

"Do you rely on clown-like retarded behavior to attract the audience's attention? Tsk, grandstanding. ”

Zheng Ming's undisguised voice floated to the ears of the wolf's teeth, and also reached the audience.

Hearing this, Wolf Fang's expression froze, and his arrogant expression froze and became extremely funny. His eyes suddenly became gloomy.

"A rookie is a rookie. Compared to the fixed reward for victory, the audience is the big one. Some of the most famous and sought-after star players receive more than several times the reward for their victory! Dozens of times. If you don't know how to show yourself and sell yourself, you will only be unknown for the rest of your life......"

Seeing that the wolf tooth looked like a passerby, gushing endlessly, with no end in sight, Zheng Ming interrupted the other party impatiently.

"Low-level hype, boring gimmicks. If you are strong, there will naturally be people who will spontaneously worship and admire it. Either rack your brains to increase your strength, or become a stepping stone for others. It's something that can't be avoided, and humble wagging your tail and begging for mercy will only make you seem more and more pathetic. ”

Zheng Ming's words pierced the wolf's chest like a sharp sword, piercing his self-esteem with blood, and at the same time, he also tore open the outer skin on the surface, and pulled out the core called "shame" inside.

Annoyed and angry, the wolf fang only felt a surge of blood, and strong shame and anger poured into his eyes, making his bloodshot glasses a few points bigger again.

"Atavistic, bestial!"

With a long howl like a wild beast, the wolf's body swelled violently several times, and the gray-black beast hair on the surface of the body continued to grow, piercing the clothes like steel needles, and the roots stood upright.

Then his humanoid head grew longer and sharper, sharp fangs peeking out of the drooling wolf's mouth, and sharp nails glittered with cold light on his hands and feet.

Almost instantly, the wolf's fangs transformed into a werewolf-like figure, followed by a high-pitched wolf howl from the sky.

"Whew~~~"

The audience outside the venue saw the tension between the two people in the field, and one of them changed his image greatly, and immediately became interested. Staring intently at the center of the arena, he let out a shout of cheering.

"Oh~~on! Kill him. ”

"Little wolfdog, come on."

"Tear him apart."

Compared to the wolf fangs who have been quite active since before and can also transform, Zheng Ming, who has a strange mask and has never moved the slightest from beginning to end, is indeed not very eye-catching.

The solidarity of the audience outside the stadium almost fell to the wolf's teeth.

"Roar. As you said, be a stepping stone for me! ”

In the sparse cheering voice, the wolf's eyes flashed with a hideous light, and he rushed towards Zheng Ming after roaring.

"Tsk."

Seeing the huge werewolf rushing towards him with his teeth and claws, the light on Zheng Ming's body flashed, and the black knife in his hand turned into a crescent-shaped afterimage, slashing straight down.

A man and a werewolf staggered by, followed by a sneering sound like a fountain.

The sky was full of blood, and the werewolf split in half and collapsed to the ground.

"Zheng Ming, win, plus one point."

The mechanical synthesis sounded, and Zheng Ming, who was dressed in black without dripping blood, turned around indifferently and walked towards the off-site rest area.

In the audience, like ducks choked by the throat, the silent audience seemed to have recovered from the shock.

"Ahhhh Die...... Dead. ”

"Blood... Bowels... Vomit! ”

"Damn, where did you come from?"

"When I saw his outfit before, I thought something was wrong."

Screams, vomiting, venting roars, cursing sounds. They didn't care about anything else, as if they were too late and would be doomed, and fled away from Field 13.