Grant Star, which belongs to the edge of the second sub-star domain, is classified as a refugee star by the second sub-star field cosmic alliance because of the poor living conditions, and the jurisdiction of the cosmic law has never touched here.

This is a sin star, where there are only two ways to survive, gladiatorial and consumption.

Grant Star has the largest gladiatorial arena in the second sub-star field, and this is where Frieza is headed.

He didn't bother to think about Patnay's thoughts, no matter what the other party's intentions were to send him here, if he didn't even dare to enter a place like the gladiatorial arena, how could he stand at the top?

Rumble! A meteor flew across the sky, the shuttle smashed a huge crater in the ground, and like everyone who came here, Frieza kicked off a gorgeous appearance in an extremely domineering way.

The hatch opened, and after half a month of flying, he finally saw the earth, and walked out with his head and tail wagged, stretching his waist.

The gray sky, perfect for killing, he nodded, feeling his blood begin to boil. The blood of the new body seems to be more eager for bloody battles.

He loves this body.

"Honorable guest from afar, are you a warrior or a tourist?" Soon, around the crater, an orc figure with a boat and a black evening dress appeared.

He speaks the lingua franca of the universe, an obscure language that the super-learning Frieza has mastered on the road.

"Warrior." Frieza moved slowly, standing on the edge of the crater and looking out at a huge city in front of her.

"Honorable warrior, do you have a colosseum number?" The orc straightened his evening dress and bent down slightly respectfully.

"It's my first time."

"Please pay three hundred cosmic coins, and I will handle it for you immediately."

"What if I don't pay."

After hearing this, the orc immediately became a little dissatisfied: "Respected warrior, if you think that you can joke with the orcs of Grant Star, you are very wrong. ”

"Even if it is a star warrior, the number of the gladiatorial arena must be purchased at the original price." The orc no longer had the respect he had just now, but instead showed a hint of pride.

"So there's a law here, too?" Frieza was taken aback.

"There is no law, but every orc who serves the gladiatorial arena in Grant Star is under the jurisdiction of the royal family, and no one is stupid enough to offend us. Warrior, if you don't handle the gladiatorial arena number, I have the right to prevent you from entering the Purple City in front. ”

"It's easy to do without a law." Frieza smiled and raised his hand, stood on tiptoe, and with a punch, the orc's chest in front of him burst, and the orc's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart was gently popped by the wind.

"Why are you so tall?" Killing the orc, Frieza's two paws fell to the ground, and without looking at the fallen orc, he turned to the city gate not far away: "Come and listen to someone who is talking." ”

Ten seconds later, another orc ran over and glanced at the corpse at Frieza's feet, sweating coldly.

"My lord, if you kill an orc reception, you need to compensate two thousand cosmic coins, plus the number of the gladiatorial arena, a total of two thousand three."

Burst! Another orc fell.

Frieza shook her hand and snorted, "I don't like to talk about money and hurt feelings." ”

A few seconds later, a third orc appeared.

"Respected warrior, don't do it yet, I'll cover the cost of the gladiatorial arena code for you, the matter of the two orcs, please negotiate with our lords, please come with me." In addition, your aircraft will be supervised by a special person, of course, we will not talk about the cost for the time being. "This time it's a tall minotaur.

Frieza smiled with satisfaction, it was not easy for the cow's head to be enlightened. Speaking of which, the craft is good, and although he doesn't know how to use it, he doesn't plan to sell it at the moment.

Following the minotaur into the huge city called Purple City, he looked around with interest, the architectural style was very different, like a combination of various styles, and the entire city was a huge ball.

Needless to say, in the middle is the gladiatorial arena, surrounded by strange buildings that are mostly residential, and occasionally some of the most luxurious estates occupy an extremely large area, and at the entrance are all standing solemnly dressed warriors of all types.

"Little Niu, I am a kind-hearted person, you helped me take out three hundred yuan, and I will pay you back six hundred yuan in the future." Frieza said as she walked.

The Minotaur broke out in a cold sweat again, kind-hearted? Isn't he blind and didn't see him kill his two friends casually?

"Honor... Honorable warrior, it's nothing to spend a little money for you, the entrance to the gladiatorial arena is in front, you need to go in with me to register, it only takes three minutes, after three minutes, you will get the number, about the matter in front of the city gate, my boss will negotiate with you later. "The Minotaur just wants to send away this plague god as soon as possible, three hundred cosmic coins, and it will be ruined.

"Okay, Maverick, I'm very satisfied with you, after completing the formalities in a while, you go to your boss immediately, and I have to talk to him about compensation." Frieza was just as tall as the minotaur's waist, and the minotaur had to bend over, attracting a lot of people's attention along the way.

Warriors or tourists coming and going to Grant Star, all kinds of strange races abound, so everyone just glanced at this little one, and no one could recognize it, this is an ultra-rare combat race.

In front of one of the gates of the Colosseum in the Purple City, Frieza followed the Minotaur in, and three minutes later, he came out with a circular sign with a string of symbols representing his number in the Colosseum.

At his request, the Minotaur found the head of the orcs, who was also a leader of the orc clan. Hearing that a new warrior had killed two of his hosts in a row, the orc leader named Dadazi's eyes turned red.

"Mr. Warrior, you must give me an explanation." Dadazi is a guy with a tiger's head, and he is not as strong as he is.

"Four thousand cosmic coins, isn't it?" Frieza tilted her head slightly.

The minotaur behind Dadazi shook his body, he could already see that this short warrior didn't like people asking him for money, he shouldn't kill his boss, right?

"Losing money is secondary, Mr. Warrior's actions are a frontal provocation to the majesty of the Purple City Gladiatorial Arena, and even disrespect to the Purple City royal family. According to the rules, in addition to the compensation of 4,000 cosmic coins, you must apologize to the families of the slain orcs. Dadaqi lowered his posture as much as possible, he knew that the soldiers who came here had a bad temper, and the little little one in front of him did not hesitate to kill the two of them, either with a strong background or fierce combat effectiveness, neither of which he could provoke.

"Apologize?" Frieza was stunned, she was so human, she was really not used to it. "Okay, apologize, apologize."

"With... Agreed?! "The Minotaur in the back almost fell to the ground with his eyes, and the murderous little one agreed to apologize!?

"In that case, please Mr. Warrior take out four thousand cosmic coins, and I will arrange for the orc family to accept your apology." Dadazi breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

"Write down the cosmic coins first, and those who take care of the aircraft are also included, and also, help me find a place to live, arrange a battle for me as soon as possible, and make as much money as possible."

"Huh?" Dadaqi stared at him, sure enough, it couldn't have been so smooth. "Mr. Warrior, you know, we've never been in debt."

"Now you have, or you go to your boss. I'll talk to him. Frieza thought for a moment and said very seriously.

"Alright, Mr. Warrior, I hope you mean what you say." Dadazi didn't hesitate much, indeed, he could push the matter to his boss, but it was obviously a sign of incompetence to trouble the boss with such a little thing, looking at the little little confidence in front of him, he should be able to win a few times in the gladiatorial arena, and when the other party doesn't take the money, it's not too late to report to the top.

"Nishizebi, take Mr. Warrior to the Colosseum apartment, well, it's in the free area." Dadazi is humane to the minotaur behind his back.

The free area, located on the edge of the Purple City Gladiatorial Arena, is free for the warriors to live, so there are at least five people in a room, and the minotaur Xi Zebi is very worried, if this tough little guy is allowed to contact other fighters, will there be a river of blood in the apartment?