Zhang Fan has read many books before and has a certain understanding of blood core.

Whether it is a human warrior, a zombie or a monster, there is a certain degree of microscopic blood clot blockage in the cerebral blood vessels.

However, because of their strong strength, there is occasional energy flowing through their bodies.

When washed by this energy, these blood clots are carried under the cerebral cortex.

Over time, as the blood clots become more and more, they will clot into a blood core.

As a result, hundreds of years of research have not found any effect on this blood nucleus.

And because warriors, zombies, and monsters all have blood cores in their brains, there is no such thing as being scarce and expensive.

So the blood core is actually a very cheap thing.

There are even children from wealthy families who play with blood cores as toys.

Therefore, when Zhang Fan said that as long as the blood core, the person in charge looked at him like an idiot.

Zombies and monsters, no matter what, I'm afraid they are worth much more than blood cores.

You just need the cheapest blood core, what is not an idiot?

Zhang Fan was secretly refreshed.

What you think is the cheapest thing is a treasure to me.

He immediately said, "I'll sign up." ”

The registration process is simple, just give a nickname and grade.

Zhang Fan thought for a while and said, "My nickname is Shadow Blade." The level is a level 6 quasi-martial artist. ”

The person in charge of registration listened and glanced at Zhang Fan with a little surprise.

This guy looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has already reached the level 6 quasi-martial artist.

This cultivation speed is too fast, isn't it?

It was only after a moment that he suppressed the surprise in his heart and recorded this information.

Then he called a young man and said, "Take him to the gladiator's lounge and tell him the rules." ”

The young man took Zhang Fan with him and said as he walked: "After becoming a gladiator, you are forbidden to leave the gladiatorial arena for the first ten days. Unless you can win more than 10 games in those 10 days. However, the average newcomer can't win ten games in ten days, at most five or six games. After all, gladiators faced ferocious monsters and high-level zombies. ”

Zhang Fan nodded.

Now that he's here, he doesn't plan to leave too soon.

The young man then said, "The newcomers have to have at least one gladiatorial fight every three days, and each gladiatorial battle won will receive a commission of two thousand yuan. ”

Zhang Fan understood, it seems that the maximum commission of 50,000 yuan said at the door is difficult to achieve.

After all, it takes 2,000 to win one game, and 50,000 to win 25 times.

How can an ordinary newcomer have the energy to fight twenty-five times a month?

"If you lose, don't you get a commission? Less is fine. ”

Zhang Fan asked.

The young man stopped and glanced back at Zhang Fan.

After a while, he said coldly: "If you lose, you will hang." ”

Zhang Fan could only smile bitterly.

The Colosseum is also a bit too cruel.

But human potential can only burst out in a brutal environment.

Maybe his sword drawing, which he hasn't broken through for a long time, can break through to Dacheng in one fell swoop under the pressure of life and death in this gladiatorial arena.

Soon, Zhang Fan was taken to his lounge.

In the gladiatorial arena, each gladiator had a single lounge.

Zhang Fan looked around, and there was only a bed and a three-dimensional projection device inside.

In the projection, a gladiatorial fight on the scene is being broadcast.

I saw a quasi-martial artist, who was pounced on by a monster and bit off half of his head in one bite.

The audience at the scene exclaimed in amazement.

But then there was applause.

They love blood and excitement.

In fact, to be honest, many people come to see gladiatorial fights, not to see gladiators kill zombies and monsters, but to see how a gladiator is torn to pieces and how his intestines flow to the ground.

For them, this sensory stimulation is a pleasure.

Zhang Fan stared at the three-dimensional projection for a moment and didn't pay any more attention.

Then I started to practice drawing and slashing.

The young man's heart was amazed again.

Ordinary people, seeing this kind of scene for the first time, are not scared half to death.

Unless it's the kind of old guys who have been trained in the wild area, they will be calm.

Unexpectedly, this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, seeing such a scene, did not change his face, his heart did not beat, and he did not even change his gaze in the slightest.

It seems that this kid is not simple.

How did he know that Zhang Fan was not simple.

Crawling out of the pile of dead people and zombies, I haven't seen any scenes.

Such a small scene wanted to scare Zhang Fan, what kind of joke.

The young man took one last look at Zhang Fan and said, "You get ready, we will arrange your first gladiatorial fight this afternoon." ”

After saying that, he closed the door and withdrew.

Zhang Fan had a hint of excitement in his heart.

It's been a long time since the last breakthrough to eat a blood core.

I'm starting to feel a little hungry in my stomach.

He could only keep practicing drawing and slashing to divert his attention.

I don't know how long I practiced, but the door opened.

The young man who had led the way before stepped out again and said, "Shadow Blade, it's your turn to play. ”

Zhang Fan nodded, immediately put away the shadow blade, and went out with the young man.

Follow the passage and keep going.

In the rooms on both sides of the passage, there were also some gladiators.

These gladiators have obviously been here for a short time.

When they saw Zhang Fan, a pure newcomer, they all smiled with ill intentions.

"Rookie, don't pee your pants."

"This guy, looking powerless, I don't know where he can't think about it, he actually ran to the Colosseum to seek death."

"Whose kid is here, your mother will cry to death later."

"It's a poor fellow, in a few minutes, it will be a mess of meat and someone will be dragged out to feed the zombies."

"The audience at the scene is really lucky, and they can see the picture of monsters tearing people alive again."

The young man leading the way heard the taunts and intimidations of these people, and thought that the shadow blade would at least be frightened.

But when he turned around, he found that the guy looked as usual, as if he hadn't heard.

I was surprised three times in my heart.

He became more and more sure that this guy was not simple.

Zhang Fan naturally didn't pay attention to those gladiators.

What he had experienced in the 301 Lab was something that these gladiators could hardly experience in their lifetime.

He didn't have to deal with these uninformed guys.

Finally, we came to the entrance.

At the entrance, there are a lot of cold weapons.

There are knives and guns, sticks and clubs.

The young man said to Zhang Fan: "Pick a weapon." ”

Zhang Fan said indifferently: "No, I have." ”

The young man paid no more attention.

At this time, the hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

The DJ's high-pitched voice rang out at the scene: "Now, let's have a rookie gladiator, Shadow-Blade-"

The iron gate at the entrance slowly rises.

Zhang Fan walked out.

Looking around, I saw that the stands around me were full of people.

Combined, there are probably tens of thousands of viewers.

And when these viewers saw the novice Shadow Blade, they were all excited, and shouted in unison:

"Tearing the living—"

"Tearing the living—"

"Tearing the living—"

[Thanks to the iron-blooded 100 tip next door.] 】