"That's it."

House. Li pressed the button on the culture tank and drained the nutrient solution inside.

Ahmed pushed open the tempered glass lid of the incubator and walked out of it. House. Lee picked up a mirror and handed it to him.

"It's so weird to have a face that doesn't belong to you. This layer of things that grow on the skin is too much of a hindrance. ”

He looked at himself beyond recognition in the mirror, and even the skin on his body turned a pale yellow characteristic of the Zhuxia people.

"Your face is too conspicuous, and you'll be targeted by the Corpse Gang. The skin that grows on your body is a real living organism that is cloned from skin stem cells. As long as it is not destroyed in a large area, even the powerhouses of the second energy level will not be able to detect the abnormality. ”

Ahmed pinched the skin on his face, and the planted skin seemed to really grow on his body, and he pulled it, still firmly attached to his body.

"Remember, you must advance to the finals."

House. Lee's face was serious.

"Don't worry, if it's those miscellaneous people who participate in the martial arts tournament, I can kill them all by myself."

A cruel smile erupted into Ahmed's mouth.

Fighting tournaments are only open to fourth-class professionals. Professionals of the third level have been able to spread their will throughout the major organs and muscles of their bodies, and it takes great strength to wear down their will. Von Chamberlain is still at the fourth energy level, and his strength is not enough.

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The tournament was held at the Colosseum in Rackimbed, one of the most magnificent buildings in Rackimbed, built by the Underworld Gang with thousands of slaves. It is elliptical in shape, with a long axis of 230 meters and a short axis of 180 meters, and the overall structure is somewhat like today's stadium.

Thousands of slaves, ghouls and mutated creatures died in the Colosseum for the amuse of the inhabitants and marauders of Larkin Bayd.

With Du Ge's example in front of him, coupled with the generous rewards of the champion, the applicants who came to participate in the fighting tournament simply flocked to it. The Feng clan had to screen the applicants. They erected a large row of hardwoods in the small square that were thicker than sea bowls, and only those who could break the hardwoods with their bare hands would be eligible.

This mutated hardwood has excellent toughness, and it is not easy to break it with bare hands, and it must have a strength attribute of more than 7 to be able to do so. Some mediocre classes, even if the second energy level is full level, cannot increase the strength attribute to 7.

The chances of them progressing to the third energy level are also slim.

At this moment, in front of those hardwoods, there are already standing up to the failed applicants. Some people even used too much force to break their arms by the force that bounced off the hardwood.

Ahmed walked up, grabbed one of the applicants in front of the line, picked him up like a chicken, and threw him behind him.

The people around him saw that he was so fierce and made way for him. So far, only three out of 10 people have been able to split hardwood. Many people come with a domineering attitude and leave with a disgraced face. With the mindset of watching the excitement, they watched Ahmed walk in front of the hardwood.

Ahmed glanced contemptuously at the people around him, punched the hardwood, and walked towards the Colosseum.

"Hey, only people who break the hardwood will get in."

A squad of soldiers with guns stood guard at the entrance to the Colosseum.

Ahmed snapped his fingers, and the seemingly intact hardwood suddenly exploded into a cloud of sawdust.

"Can I go in?"

The soldiers rolled their throats and swallowed, it was the first time they had seen someone who could beat a hardwood like that.

"Of course."

Ahmed was silent, pushed open the heavy door, and walked inside.

All those who passed the test were gathered in a luxurious box in the Colosseum, ostensibly drinking and binge, or closing their eyes, but in fact they were secretly observing the others and assessing the strength of these future opponents.

When Ahmed walked in, all eyes in the box were on him. There is a monitor in the room that broadcasts the test site below. The scene of Ahmed's punch blasting the hardwood was watched by them.

A charming woman stood up, swaying her full body, and walked towards Ahmed.

"This gentleman, you are amazing, this is the first time I've seen anyone who can beat Yakiro wood into powder." With a wistful look on her face, she stretched out a hand to [Ahmed]: "The little woman's name is Wang Lanfang, and I still need your subordinates to show mercy in the future." ”

The eyes of everyone in the box became subtle, this woman named Wang Lanfang is not a good stubble, several guys with good strength have been solved by her means. Even those who cautiously saw through her mind had no intention of making trouble with her.

Wang Lanfang will also benefit them by eliminating those strong competitors.

"Hello, my name is Bai Qi."

A smile appeared on Ahmed's face, and he reported House. The name on the fake document that Lee made for himself.

He recognized who Wang Lanfang was. She doesn't have much fame yet, just a lone traveler who doesn't know much about it. But it won't be long before she becomes famous.

She would become Von Chamberlain's mistress in the future, and the most ruthless predator would not be as good as a finger of hers. Not long after she succeeded in ascending to the throne, she cut off his former lover and locked him in a filthy dungeon, where the poor women wriggled and bit each other because of hunger.

Wang Lanfang also firmly believes that a young woman's skin can keep her young forever, and every week she peels off a woman's skin to use as a mask.

The hands of the two people were clasped together, and Wang Lanfang's face showed a cowardly smile, and she scratched the back of Li Mu's hand with a little thumb. But soon, her face stiffened.

"Why can't I put the needle in?"

"No, I"

A hint of fear flashed in Wang Lanfang's eyes.

Ahmed held a thin needle between his two fingers and pulled his hand out.

"The fine needles made of iron are indeed very hidden, but unfortunately your strength is still a little smaller, and this kind of toy can't hurt me."

"Mr. Bai Qi, I just wanted to make a joke with you"

Ahmed looked at the faint blue light that shone on the tip of the needle.

"The needle with the venom of the horned viper is not funny at all."

As he spoke, he rubbed the thin needle between his fingers, and then flicked it out and pierced it on Wang Lanfang's neck. The strength of his fingers was extremely strong, and the slender needle was completely submerged into Wang Lanfang's body.

Ignoring Wang Lanfang, who was standing, he walked to the bar with an expressionless face and pulled a stool to sit down.

"Bring me a glass of Kabi liquor."

"Yes, sir."

The bartender's hands trembled as he pulled out an unopened bottle of Cabi Liquor from the ice bucket, a strong liquor that could almost be used as fuel.

Drinking a large glass of Gabi liquor in one go, [Ahmed] breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Wang Lanfang, who was standing behind him, let out a miserable scream, and the venom of the horned viper could make people feel the most extreme pain. The veins of her whole body bulged out of her skin, like a red net, enveloping her tightly.

She struggled on the ground, her body slumped, getting smaller and smaller, until she shrunk to the size of a child, without breath.

The air in the box froze for a moment before it came alive again, but no one sat next to Ahmed anymore.

Ahmad just drank the white wine of Gabi one by one, until the waiters dragged the body away, and did not look back.

One after another, some people passed the test and walked into the box, and it was not until the evening that the crowd gathered outside slowly dispersed.

Just as the atmosphere in the box was getting more and more anxious, and some people were starting to wait impatiently, the people of the Yin Corpse Gang finally walked into the box.

It was a very obese man, even though the air conditioner was turned on in the box, his face was still covered with sweat, and he kept wiping it with a handkerchief.

"Hello, my name is Feng Bowen, and I am the person in charge of this martial arts competition."

As he spoke, he suddenly glanced at everyone with a frown.

"Where's that beauty, where did that beauty go?"

A member of the Corpse Gang standing next to him awkwardly pressed his ear and told him what had just happened.

Feng Bowen's eyes widened and glared at [Ahmed], but in front of everyone's eyes, it was not easy to attack. He was going to get the woman to bed and have a good time.

The thought that she had been killed by the venom of the horned viper made him feel bored.

Picking up a remote control, he pressed the screen, switching to the center of the arena. At this moment, on the wide ground of the gladiatorial arena, there are thirty-eight iron cages, and in each iron cage, there is a mutated creature that exudes a dangerous aura. They were a little restless, and they were constantly pounding the iron cage.

The electric light on the iron cage flickered, and a high-voltage electric current was passed on it, which made the mutated bioelectricity convulsive.

"See these mutant creatures, they are your second level test, and you can only enter the preliminary round if you kill them one-on-one."

Feng Bowen's face was full of fat, and his eyes were squeezed into thin slits, flashing with cruelty, and he couldn't wait to see the killing.

"No, I'm going to quit, with my bare hands, how can I beat those mutant creatures."

The originally calm crowd immediately stirred up, and the crowd was in turmoil. Only seven of them had calmed down, and the others had fearful expressions on their faces.

With the same level of existence, the strength, coordination, and physique of mutated creatures usually have a lot of advantages, and in this case, hand-to-hand combat is almost death.

"I'm sorry, this test is not something you can take if you want to participate, and you can quit if you want to."

Feng Bowen's face showed a cruel smile. The Feng clan held this fighting tournament, which was open to the entire Lakin Bede, charging expensive tickets. They also set the handicap, let people bet, ready to make a big profit from it, how could they allow these contestants to back down.

A group of heavily armed soldiers walked in through the doorway, rifles in their hands aimed at all the contestants. Many of them have a stronger aura than the contestants.

Being pointed at by the weapon, those contestants immediately became honest, the strong strength of the Feng clan was not something they could compete with. (To be continued.) )