Alan couldn't help but look up, and saw a tall man standing in front of him. The man was two and a half meters tall, and his dark skin resembled a black iron tower. The naked upper body was covered with horrific scars. He had an inch of head and a face, and he was looking at Alan with a provocative gaze at the moment.

"That's right." Alan raised the blood-colored ID card in his hand as he spoke, and then looked away.

The tall man couldn't help but smile coldly, kicked the chair in front of Allen away, and then stared at the other party condescendingly: "I can't imagine that the bloody gladiatorial competition is really worse than a year, how can any kind of goods be mixed in." It's almost as good as your little white face to sell your ass outside, and when you enter the gladiatorial arena, make sure that you are the first to finish playing! ”

Alan raised his head again in puzzlement, he looked around, there were not a few blood clans like himself, but why did this tall guy find him? When he saw the amusement on the faces of the people around him, even an undead who was less than level ten stared at him with disdain. Alan suddenly realized what the problem was.

It turned out that in order to cover up the aura of the virus, Allen made some disguises for his own strength, and now Allen's overall strength has only reached level eight, so in the eyes of this room full of players who are at least level nine or above, his level is too insufficient. Especially the tall man of this wolf clan, his own strength has reached the twelfth level, and he already has the strength of a viscount in the cyborg council, so he is so arrogant. The atmosphere before the tournament was too tense, and these people obviously needed an outlet, so Allen, the lowest-ranking person, became the punching bag.

After figuring out why, Alan laughed, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and then crossed Erlang's legs. With a hint of laziness in his voice, he said: "If I'm not mistaken, before the preliminaries begin, any form of private fighting is prohibited. And ......," Alan pointed to the camera directly above the lounge, "our every move is under the supervision of the tournament organizing committee, do you want to be disqualified immediately?" ”

Allen's words made the tall man of the wolf clan stunned in place, and the guys around who wanted to see the excitement were also a little stunned. The tall man of the wolf clan naturally knew the rules of the competition. But there is another rule under this rule, which is that there is no punishment for being in legitimate defense. What he wants to do is to completely anger Allen, and then as long as the other party makes a move, he has a reason to repair the other party, just to relieve his nervousness.

Unexpectedly, Alan didn't eat this set, but stared at him like watching a play, making the other party a little unable to get off the stage.

"What, still can't you fight?" Alan couldn't help but ask. "If you don't fight, get out of the way and don't get in the way here."

"You!"

The tall man of the wolf clan couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, so he wanted to make a move, but as soon as he took a step, his fists were raised but he stopped in mid-air. He turned his head and looked at the slightly excited faces behind him. If you smash this punch, you will be unlucky, but you will be cheaper than these guys. The tall man of the wolf clan couldn't help but think. He snorted heavily, then withdrew his fist. His eyes stared at Alan coldly and said, "Wait a minute, you'd better hope not to be in a group with me, otherwise I'll be the first to break your neck!" ”

"That's right, I want to give you this sentence too!" Alan replied tepidly.

"Good, boy, I'll wait for you!" The tall man of the wolf clan sat on the chair and stared at Eren angrily without saying a word. I can't wait to pierce the other party with my eyes!

Alan didn't care. Instead, he carefully observed everyone in the room, keeping their respective strengths firmly in mind. The strongest of them are all at level thirteen or so, and they don't pose any threat to Allen for the time being, but most of the members of the Cyber Council are talented, and it is inevitable that there will be a few difficult guys to deal with. Alan kept everything in mind. I began to close my eyes and recuperate, quietly waiting for the start of the preliminaries!

At this moment, the sound of a tsunami sounded above the gladiatorial arena, and on the rostrum due west, a group of blood, wolf and undead bigwigs were seated, and in the center was the owner of Hessian Castle, Count Sleiss Bermuda. He had long brilliant blond hair, which was now combed into a ponytail. Under the pitch-black coat was a snow-white shirt, and a gentleman's shirt was placed on his left hand, and a thin gold chain on his chest was attached to the gold pocket watch on his left hand.

Count Slais looked at the time, and then said to a butler in a tuxedo beside him, "Numa, you can start!" ”

The butler, known as Numa, bowed down, then came to the microphone and tapped lightly, and the entire gladiatorial arena fell silent in an instant.

"Welcome to Hesse Castle, and my master, the great Count of Sleigh Bermuda, greets you! The annual bloody gladiatorial tournament is about to begin. Since this year, a noble friend volunteered to join the contest and bring us the most exciting and bloody performance, so the rules of the contest have been changed slightly. ”

"Our noble friend is a freedom fighter from the undead, Rob Lloyd!" Numa was the first to applaud, and at this time, a young man was seen standing in the crowd sitting on the rostrum. He was emaciated, his skin was an eerie dark purple, and his slender body seemed to have no flesh and bones. He stood on the rostrum, his purple vertical pupils swept over the audience, and then showed a hideous smile.

"In view of the fact that Mr. Robro-Lloyd is much stronger than the contestants, the organizing committee of our competition has decided to add another event to the final of the Bloody Gladiatorial Tournament, and that is the final duel between the champion of the tournament and Mr. Robroyd. To this end, Lord Sleiss will also add an additional prize, a weapon that Lord Count has treasured for many years. ”

Numa said, waving his hand, and saw two Blood Clan servants take out an ancient wooden box and gently place it in front of Numa.

"This is a long sword that has been blessed with a curse, and if you hold this cursed sword to fight your opponent, once you pierce the opponent's skin, you can bless the opponent's body with various curses, thereby weakening the opponent's strength. The Earl has been collecting it for a long time, and this time it is taken out to encourage the contestants, and also to show respect for Mr. Robroydt! ”

The undead Rob Royd nodded, then took Numa's microphone, then he glanced around and said to the audience, "I am here to send a message of war to all the fighters who dare to enter the arena, not just the champion of the tournament. As long as you have what it takes to defeat me, this cursed sword is yours. ”

Hearing this, Sless, who was sitting on the rostrum without saying a word, couldn't help frowning, obviously a little disgusted by Rob Lloyd's wild words, he looked at the undead old man sitting beside him out of the corner of his eye, and suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and just said lightly: "I didn't expect that this kid Rob Royd still has such courage, it seems that we are really old." ”

The old man of the undead touched his beard, and said with a bright smile on his face: "What is the Count talking about, if you are old, my old bones will not be buried in the ground." "Although he is an undead, he has the appearance and skin of a human. I can't even feel the slightest death in this old man, this is the most terrifying thing about the old man.

Shreis just smiled when he heard this, and then stopped saying anything. Numa took the microphone from Roberrot's hand, and then announced loudly: "I announce, the Bloody Gladiatorial Tournament, the preliminaries, has officially begun!" ”

A loud horn sounded, followed by a roaring gun salute. In the center of the arena, a huge black and white screen slowly descended, and you could see the identity numbers of the contestants scrolling on it.

The executive staff of the organizing committee of the competition picked up the microphone person, and then shouted loudly: "Now, the number of the contestants will be drawn immediately, and the contestants who are called the numbers should walk into their respective gladiatorial cages in the order of the first group and the second group." ”

A loud sound was heard into the players' lounge, and the door to the lounge slowly opened. Immediately the numbers came in one by one, and Alan finally opened his eyes, and the tall man of the wolf clan walked up to Eren with a cruel smile: "I'm waiting for you!" ”

After saying that, the wolf man strode out, and Allen put the vampire sword behind him, also stood up, and walked to the door with the other players, quietly waiting for the call.

It wasn't long before Alan heard his number, and he walked briskly out of the lounge, and then felt the deafening cheers. Apparently these spectators have been waiting for a long time, and their enthusiasm erupts like a volcano when the preliminaries are about to begin.

Alan happened to be in the sixth group, and when he came to the huge iron cage, he saw the tall man of the wolf clan staring at him with a hideous face.

"Boy, it seems that your luck is not very good!" The wolf man smirked and walked towards the depths of the iron cage, "Wait a minute, I'll slowly tear your body apart." ”

Alan smiled slightly, but didn't say much, just leaned against the door of the iron cage, and then watched the murderous players walk into the No. 6 iron cage.

Gradually, as time passed, the inside of the iron cage began to become crowded, and even some people began to do it, the thick smell of blood Keith was permeated, and the scarlet blood had begun to soak the sandy earth.

Alan frowned and looked at the conference organizers who were standing not far away, they seemed to be so used to this kind of sight that they didn't even pay attention to it.

At this moment, a sharp knife suddenly came out of the oblique stab and went straight to Allen's side! (To be continued.) )