The next morning was the official start of the gladiatorial competition.

The stadium that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people is full of lights, the stepped stands are stacked on top of each other, and they have long been full, the price of each seat has been speculated to several times or even dozens of times the market, and many intelligent unmanned aerial vehicles suspended in mid-air will faithfully record the picture, and then broadcast it to the major star fields under the rule of the empire in real time, ensuring that any people of the empire who are interested in this bloody event can see it.

In the martial law area on the top floor, there are hundreds of luxurious boxes, and those who can have places here are all big names in the empire.

In the ninth box, a man in casual clothes with a resolute face calmly stared at the gladiatorial arena below, looking no more than forty, with blooming hair between his temples, and a faint fierce momentum on his body, as if an old lion king was patrolling his territory.

"Ling Shuai, the situation on the front line is a little unoptimistic, if you delay here for a long time, I'm afraid that the one in the imperial capital will be unhappy again......" A servant beside him advised in a low voice.

The man in casual clothes was silent for a few seconds before he said in a flat tone: "It's all here, let's go after watching the event, as for the front-line thing, it can't be bad anymore anyway, it's the same with or without me!" ”

Hu Cong sighed and didn't say anything more.

In the stands on the edge of the field, Lin Canghong and the other four prison tyrants were leaning together, each surrounded by a group of followers.

"Brother Lin, how many colorful heads did you bring here this time?"

A bald man in his thirties next to him asked with a smile: "The continent on Planet 34 that you lost to me last time, my men have found several rare minerals on it, and the reserves are very good, I really want to thank you for your generosity!" ”

Lin Canghong squinted at him slightly: "Why does Brother Hong bother to say anything outside?" are all their own brothers, why do you have to worry about winning or losing a little? ”

The bald man surnamed Hong smiled: "Brother Lin is generous, junior brother, I brought the ownership documents of a resource planet this time, and the important mineral deposit production areas on it have been discovered, if the team under Brother Lin wins this time, this planet will be yours, how about it?" ”

"It's just that your people have performed poorly in the previous events, and I wonder if there are any effective people under your command this time?"

Before Lin Canghong could speak, a silver-haired woman in a black dress with cold eyes next to him said indifferently: "Hong Guixi, it took you a lot of effort to basically clear out the indigenous beast community on that planet and turn it into a developable state, and now it's put out as a bet?" You're willing to do it! Do you think you can't lose at all, that's why you dare to hold it up like this? ”

Hong Guixi blinked his eyes: "Sister Peroka, I didn't play tricks, everyone knows that the rules of the game here are clear, who wins and who loses, each depends on his ability and luck, if any of you wins me, you just have to take this planet, little brother, I won't have half a word of nonsense." ”

Peroka sneered: "That's okay, I also happened to bring the ownership contract document of a resource planet, so I will bet with you, I hope you don't regret it then!" ”

"Of course, of course, everyone has been friends for so many years, and this credibility is still there." Hong Guixi said with a hippie smile.

Lin Canghong glanced at him meaningfully and didn't say anything more.

……

The prisoners who served as gladiators were now concentrated in the space under the arena.

It is a large area, almost the size of a military base, with tens of thousands of spaces divided by heavy high-strength alloy fences, where prisoners, slave warriors, and all kinds of alien beasts brought in from all over the country are temporarily imprisoned.

Qin Feng and the others enjoyed an extremely sumptuous meal, and they all sat and rested in the designated room at this time.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, no one spoke, and for most of those present, it was their last meal.

After entering the field, whether you live or die has to be left to fate, if you are unlucky enough to encounter a murderous alien beast, I am afraid that it has become a luxury to want to end up with a whole corpse.

The solemn-looking Moredley came in with a group of guards to inspect the round, looked at the silent crowd, and his tone was rare and gentle: "The meeting is about to play, although it is dangerous, but I hope everyone can play extraordinarily, and I promise ...... As long as the brothers can return safely, they can be promoted and reused! ”

These words did have a certain effect, and the emotions of the few prisoners were finally aroused, and some bright colors appeared in their numb eyes, and the rest were still lifeless.

Moredley didn't say anything anymore, he was a dying man, there was no need to waste too many expressions, could the prisoner still expect to have decent dignity? 52 Literature

“…… Do you have any other requests? ”

Before leaving the room, Moredley asked a final customary question.

"I want a handy weapon, can I?"

Qin Feng, who was sitting in the corner, raised his hand and said.

"Huh?"

Moredley turned his head in surprise and found that he was a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, and couldn't help but ask gently, "What weapon do you want?" ”

According to the rules, gladiators can only choose primitive cold weapons after they enter the arena, and advanced equipment such as lightsabers, laser guns, and particle cannons cannot be used, even gunpowder firearms in the age of the planet cannot be considered.

"Sticks,"

Qin Feng said briefly: "The material is hard enough, coarse enough, and heavy enough, not less than two tons!" ”

Moredley smiled: "That's not a problem, I'll tell them to prepare it for you, by the way, what's your name?" ”

"Qin Lan."

"Very well, I remember you, if you can come back victorious, I will arrange a good position for you."

With that, Moredley turned to leave.

A moment later, a team of heavily armed and murderous guards walked in, and the leader of the group ordered everyone to line up and go out to start the draw of lots and get ready to play.

The lottery is not done by the prisoners themselves, but by the light brain in the field to scan everyone's identity information, and then randomly matched, and what kind of opponent is assigned depends entirely on luck.

On the weapon rack on the side of the field, there are all kinds of cold weapons and equipment such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, clubs, bows, crossbows, armor, towers, shields, etc., which are all fine products in terms of material and workmanship, and the prisoners can choose at will.

Of course, compared with the weapons and equipment of the interstellar age, these things are no different from the stones in the hands of primitive people, especially in the face of ferocious and terrifying alien beasts, they are simply children's toys.

"Brother Qin Lan, this is the equipment you want, if it's not suitable, you can change it again."

A female guard pointed to the mobile pylon that had just been pushed over, and on it lay a large, dark stick with a threaded non-slip sheath.

Qin Feng picked it up and tried it, and found that it weighed more than three tons, and with a few gentle waves, a heart-palpitating low whistling sound suddenly sounded in the air, bringing out a clear afterimage.

The faces of the guards around him changed slightly, and they were able to swing such a heavy weapon at high speed, how terrifying was the physical strength of this handsome young man? Is his genetic index more than 100?

"Good, that's it!" Qin Feng said with satisfaction.

Tens of seconds later, the results of the first round of the draw came out.

On the huge light screen, the first name is: Qin Lan, and the opponent is the people under the prison tyrant Hong Guixi.

"Good luck."

Qin Feng smiled indifferently, lifted his stick and walked towards the entrance of the gladiatorial arena.