Under the effect of the anesthetic, Ye Han's thoughts were confused, and his dreams were complicated.

After a while, he came back to reality, and it turned out that everything in the fiber arena was false, and he made people think of himself as mentally ill;

After a while, I came to a parallel world, and the past on the earth was like a cloud of smoke, like Nanke's dream that was difficult to follow......

I forgot what I dreamed again, and in the end, there was only one Northeast cavity that tossed over and over again-

As soon as you close your eyes and open them, the day passes.

As soon as you close your eyes and don't open them, this life will pass......

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up.

It is no longer a prison of glass, but a glass ...... Lavatory?

Well, no toilet, not a toilet.

In short, a small cubicle the size of a telephone booth is spacious to stand and narrow to sit, and it is impossible to lie down.

"Dangdang!" The people outside saw that he was awake and knocked on the glass impatiently.

"When you wake up, change your clothes! What a daze! ”

Ye Han noticed that there were a few pieces of clothing hanging on the glass wall.

Oh, it turned out to be a dressing room.

"What is this place?" Taking off the two onesies with 9038 printed on their chests, strange as tights, Ye Han asked while changing.

"What place? Don't know about the Heavenly Punishment Gladiatorial Arena? "Wearing a business suit, the people outside are impatient.

Heavenly Punishment Gladiatorial Arena?

Ye Han really knew.

Also known as the Bloody Gladiatorial Arena, the Death Gladiatorial Arena.

As the name suggests, it is a place where there are no rules, no morals, no bottom, but it is reasonable and legal for gladiators to fight and kill each other.

Because those who participate in gladiatorial battles are either death row prisoners who kill people and prevent fire, and all kinds of crimes cannot be punished, or they owe money and do not pay it back, and the money owed exceeds the upper limit of the sale.

In short, they are all social scum in the legal sense, killing once is not wronged, and killing twice is not enough to atone for the crime.

Let them kill each other here, and the peace-loving law-abiding citizens will enjoy it.

Whether it's earning high-priced tickets, earning eyeballs, earning gambling market rakes, or alerting yourself, don't make a mistake...... There are a lot of positive implications for society.

Therefore, the status of the Colosseum in the Federation is roughly equivalent to that of the Bird's Nest in China, Hung Hom in Xiangjiang, Old Trafford and the Bernabeu in the football world.

As mentioned earlier, selling is not enough to pay off the debt, and there is another trick that sells badly, right here.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Han turned over the information from Mandela's memory area.

A system prompt also appeared at the same time——

[Due to the player's insistence on going his own way, ignoring the prompts of this system repeatedly, there have been some strange changes in the plot......]

[Make money hard!] Try to redeem yourself! Let's try to live! 】

[Come on, I'm optimistic about you~]

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Even if Ye Han's emotional intelligence is not high, he smells a smell of commotion.

"According to the rules, you can choose a set of protective armor that is available for free, and a weapon that you can use."

"Alternatively, you can tell me the size specs, and I'll ask for a homemade weapon from above."

"But it takes time to make your own weapons, and you have to queue up...... Your match is two hours, no, one hour and thirty-five minutes later, and if you don't have time, you'll have to play empty-handed. ”

The person outside was Ye Han's attaché.

He was thirty or forty years old, dressed in a human-like suit, but with a scruffy beard, sleepy eyes, and yawning.

He yawned while explaining to Ye Han.

The so-called attaché, of course, is limited to the game, which is not only responsible for guidance, but also for monitoring.

When Ye Han put on the tights and came out of the lattice, he saw Ye Han's thin and unscathing figure, and he became virtuous......

In fact, after a month of special training, Ye Han has weighed 4 kilograms. It's all muscles, and it's even 1cm taller.

Normal people, twenty-two or three-year-old almost will not continue to grow taller, but with the increase of attributes, the body will gradually become the optimal proportion, which is easy to coordinate and exert force, so it is very common to grow taller.

It's just that for ordinary people, it is no longer a thin figure, and in the Heavenly Punishment Gladiatorial Arena, it belongs to the level of bean sprouts.

Both sides are also led by the attaché, and the other contestants who are about to compete are all burly, more than two meters old, with big shoulders and round waists, and it is not uncommon to see five feet in circumference.

Of course, there are also those who are as thin as Ye Han.

Just walking on the road, you will be bumped into from time to time, staggering, crooked, in the eyes of people who come and go, as if it does not exist.

In this regard, the attaché was not surprised to see it, and let Ye Han be pushed.

When he meets a potential newcomer, he does not hesitate to smile and be polite, because that means tipping and pumping, but in front of him, the nerdy look on his face, and the mental power test has just passed the line, which is not worth his energy at all.

"The rules of the gladiatorial arena, what you should know......"

"Whether it is a debtor, a prisoner, or an honorary contestant, when they go to the field, they are all fighters, and they are treated the same."

Participation in the Colosseum has dividends according to the ticket, similar to broadcast fees, and there are bounties for winning competitions or rankings, which is quite profitable.

The debtor, who owes debts like Ye Han, can regain his freedom as long as he earns enough money on the field and pays off his debts.

There are also some people who obviously did not commit any crimes, but in order to make money, for fame, and for the excitement of innocent killing, they take the initiative to ask for the competition, which is an honorary participant.

As for the prisoners, they are guilty of a felony.

No matter how much money you make, you can't redeem yourself.

However, it can allow them to enjoy the wine, food and even beautiful women that will never be in the prison in the gladiatorial arena, so it also makes many criminals flock to it.

"Then on the field, after knocking down the opponent, you can destroy his body, and he can't deliberately destroy the brain and spinal cord, otherwise he will be fined with reduced points."

This is indeed the rule of the Heavenly Punishment Gladiatorial Arena.

Because of humanity?

This world?

Thinking like this, suddenly a shout not far away: "I, I don't want to participate in gladiatorial fights, I, I, I'd rather go to jail and work to pay back!" ”

When I turned my head to look, I saw a young man who had suffered in vain came out of the narrow room, tears flowing, trembling like chaff, very sissy.

"Such a coward, it's a waste!" The corresponding attaché blew the sissy youth away like snot, and pressed the neckline walkie-talkie, "There is a person here who doesn't dare to compete, drag it away, change it to a robot." ”

"I, I'm not a robot! I just want my body now! ”

When the sissy heard the sound, she cried even more fiercely.

Suddenly, he turned over and got up, and he didn't know whether he had exploded, or if he woke up, he took three steps and made two steps, turned into an afterimage and fled.

His attaché chuckled and unhurriedly pressed a red button on the walkie-talkie.

In an instant, the sissy lost consciousness.

The running body is like a puppet with a broken string, and "Tom" hits the wall in the corner, bounces and falls to the ground.

"I don't have the courage to go to the battlefield, but I have the courage to run! Who gave you courage! The attaché laughed, walked over unhurriedly, and kicked the sissy in the face a few times, kicking the nose and face swollen, and blood splashing, seeing that it was not a sissy at all, and it is estimated that there will be no sissy in this life.

The attaché had obviously been unhappy with this face for a long time.