There were still two days left before the agreed dueling date, and when Wang Rui found that he could no longer improve by relying on simple practice, he simply stopped depleting Kelly's reserves.

"If you want to go out and relax, you can stop by to see the Grand Arena, which is spectacular, and it should be considered a familiar venue." Kelly said so, and by the way, in order to prevent Wang Rui from getting lost, she threw him a tourist map of the Demon Barrier.

The Scarlet Empress was left in the weapons store, Wang Rui was wearing a gunman suit in Kelly's mouth, and by the way, a holster was hung around her waist, compared to the rare costume she wore when she first came, because of the various publicity effects caused by the tens of billions of gambling games, there were many more gunsmith-like people on the streets and alleys of the demon barrier.

I don't know if it's a real gunsmith or a layman's cosplay, in this case, Wang Rui's dress is completely in a state of Akarin, and no one will guess that Wang Rui is the creator of the 10 billion gambling game.

"Well, the Colosseum, it should be here." Compared with the field map given by the barbarian warrior Aweil, the urban tourism map given by Kelly is so detailed that even the roadside newsstands are marked, and Wang Rui didn't take much of the wrong way to find the big arena known as the cityscape.

"Ah, I thought this was an opera house or a gymnasium." Standing in front of the big arena, Wang Rui finally understood why Kelly said that it was magnificent, with a vertical height of dozens of meters, it was estimated that Wang Rui would be tired and half dead in a circle, which was indeed spectacular in the architectural style of the mobile fortress city group demon fortress that was more compact.

But spectacular is spectacular, this kind of completely copycat bird's nest, only one smaller than the genuine brothers.

At the first glance, Wang Rui almost mistakenly thought that he had returned to the imperial capital.

Thinking that someone was going to join in the excitement, the staff of the arena caught Wang Rui who sneaked in, and without waiting for Wang Rui to explain, the staff who knew who Wang Rui was through the internal information exchange system let go of his hand, patted Wang Rui's shoulder by the way, gave a thumbs up and said, "Come on"

"Thank you." Looking at the temporary work card hanging around his neck, Wang Rui was stunned for a long time before he said, but unfortunately the civil servant in the big arena who was carrying a sword and could see at a glance that he was a child of the Mo family had already been busy with other things, so Wang Rui's thanks were completely said to the air.

Wang Rui, who had the temporary right of way in the semi-enclosed arena, unexpectedly discovered that not everyone was preparing for the duel in two days.

At least the two groups of people who rent the central venue of this Colosseum today are definitely not.

The two teams of people who are tense are all children of the Mo family in terms of clothing, and they are not low status, Tifa mentioned to Wang Rui how to distinguish the level of the Mo, or the method of combat effectiveness, because the Mohist ideology of advocating equality and fraternity does not have too strict division in rank, so Tifa also said that it can only be roughly identified.

Dressed and the way he wore weapons, Wang Rui could only judge that these people should be Mohist scholars who belonged to research institutions.

Since they have entered the arena, it means that these two groups of Mohist scholars must have disagreed in their research concepts, and they need to see the truth under their hands or divide their mouths.

It's a pity that because most of the people in this group of demon fortresses are more concerned about the duel of the gun god in a few days, there are no spectators to watch, except for Wang Rui, who is extremely bored.

As soon as Wang Rui, who sat in the front row and was known as the supreme VIP position, he was squirted out by the words of one of the loud guys in the two groups.

"All the way to it! This time, I must let you know that the patent for the transformation puppet belongs to our real department. ”

"Poof, all the time? Mending the Heavens? Morph puppet? Real? The amount of information was so huge that Wang Rui almost fell to the ground, and when he came back to his senses, Wang Rui saw that there were several things similar to vehicles and planes next to these two groups of people, and these things were the morphed puppets in the mouth of this mending celestial man.

When Wang Rui exclaimed that this world was too crazy, the faint voice of the Mohist scholar who was called known by the Heavenly Scholar also sounded in Wang Rui's ears: "

"To be ashamed, the real department should have been swept into the garbage heap of history a long time ago, the future belongs to our super department, and the transformation puppet you want to get involved in our super system is just wishful thinking."

Yes, it is really super departmental, Wang Rui aimlessly wants to find out if there is a funny Mohist scholar sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

originally thought that it was "just" a dispute between the super department and the real department because of different concepts, but the next conversation between these two groups of people made Wang Rui thoroughly understand the classic line "It's not that I don't understand, it's that the world is changing too fast".

"Hmph, super sweet rebellion, today I want to let you know that this world belongs to salty tofu brains."

"The remnants of the Xian Party, our sweet tofu brain is the future, and you who are complacent can only represent backwardness and ignorance."

Tong Tianxiao from the Xian Party and Tong Tianxiao from the Sweet Party continued to talk about it, and Wang Rui, as a spectator, was already weak and completely out of strength, but it was a pity that except for him, the staff of the other big arenas were busy with their own affairs in the arena.

What about the battle between the concept of the real system and the super system?? What about the said good Morph King Kong? Why is it that judging from the tone of the two Mohist scholars, Butianshi and Tong Tianxiao, they are more concerned about whether tofu brain should be salty or sweet.

What about your research spirit! Don't be so funny, the soul is light, the tofu brain should be spicy!

Just when Wang Rui wanted to rush down to join this debate, the Mohist scholars of the Sweet Party and the Xian Party, who found that the mouth cannon was useless, jumped into their own transformer puppet cockpit one after another.

A few familiar mechanical joint movements, and the original few things that resembled vehicles and planes were transformed into humanoid mechas more than ten meters high.

Among them, the real mecha under the leadership of the mending heaven is basically a mecha with a blaster gun and a chainsaw sword spinning at high speed.

The mechs in the corresponding super system Tongtianxiao camp all opened their chests one after another, revealing dense missiles, and several mechs even turned their arms into cannon barrels, gathering clusters of energy balls.

In the "Three Salty Doctrines, my ancestors. With the slogan of "Molasses God Cult, Thousands of Generations", the two groups of Mojia puppets in the arena fought together.

"Spare me." Wang Rui looked up at the ceiling and sighed helplessly in the arena where the sound of explosions, roars, chainsaws, and sword cuts were intertwined.

"Why, you also like to eat tofu brains?" An abrupt voice said.

"Of course, and spicy tofu is king, sweet and salty are heretical!" In fact, as a kitchen god, he shouldn't be biased towards any taste, but Wang Rui didn't know what he was talking about, maybe he was just trying to stand in line.

"Unfortunately, I'm fundamentalist." The abrupt voice continued.

"That's heresy within heresy." Wang Rui covered his forehead and felt that the disciples of the Mo family in this world were all a little strange.

"Since you think I'm a heretic, how about we do the last one when the following is over." It's very bland and says extremely dangerous things.

"Forget it, I'll admit that I can't beat you." In case he encounters Tifa's role again, Wang Rui doesn't want to participate in the duel the day after tomorrow in a wheelchair.

"Well, it's a pity, I also want to see how Tifa's favored swordsman wants to challenge the spear god Kathu." The fundamentalist's voice finally caught Wang Rui's attention, and he looked away to see a Mo family swordsman with an ordinary face who had been thrown into the crowd and could forget it when he turned around, sitting next to him with his legs crossed.

"You are?" Wang Rui asked strangely, is there anyone else other than Kai Li who has peeped at him.

"He's my master," Tifa's sullen voice sounded, and Wang Rui noticed that 36E was standing beside the fundamentalist with an unhappy and respectful face.

What do you think, how do you think this ordinary guy is a playboy who has been soaked in a girl and can go around the demon barrier for more than a circle? Wang Rui couldn't believe it, he had made up Tifa's master's brain into a male god from all walks of life, and it was really as the saying goes.

Noticing Wang Rui's stunned expression, Tifa's master introduced himself with a smile that almost made Wang Rui feel like the iron tree was blooming:

"The first time we met, I was Tifa's master, and the Mo family's sword descendants smiled."

"Fortunately...... Long admiration, long admiration, Master Sun Xiaoxiao. The natural smile made Wang Rui understand why he had the name of a playboy, in addition to his appearance, cough cough, and wealth status, the most attractive thing for women really depends on temperament.

"No need to be polite, just call me a laugh."

The sword descendant with the ** splendid iron tree flower blooming inherent enchantment said with a smile and a very peaceful smile.

This kind of temperament of killing both men and women is really extraordinary, and just when Wang Rui was almost caught in it, the familiar 36E headshot fell on his master's head.

"Enough! Soul light! ”