"The cultivation room doesn't seem to be here. Chenrui noticed that Alice seemed to be taking the wrong path.

"I heard you signed up for the Mark Seven gambling battle. Now it happens that there is a competition, and I will take you to see it. Alice said.

The gladiatorial arena where the Mark Seventh is fought is the largest building of St. Ann's Tzu Chi Church. From the outside, it looks a bit like the Colosseum of Ancient Rome, but when you enter it, you'll find that it's not like that at all. There are more than a dozen gambling arenas in the gladiatorial arena, and each arena is equipped with a magic circle. The purpose of these circles is to protect the spectators from affecting the audience, but also to calculate the score.

The rules of winning and losing the gambling battle are very simple, each player has ten drops of blood, and is hit by more than 100 catties of attack power on the face, chest, abdomen, and back to lose one drop of blood, and is beaten by 200 catties of attack power to minus two drops, and so on. The game lasts half an hour each for two halves, and at the end depends on the amount of blood remaining. Of course, when you are directly beaten to zero blood, you will lose, and if you can't get up after being knocked out of the field or knocked down, you will lose. Players can admit defeat by running out of the field by themselves.

Tickets are not expensive, and the single race only costs ten lord copper plates. Tzu Chi Tang's purpose in setting this price is to allow the students to learn more and learn from the fighters' fighting skills and experience. Alice paid twenty copper plates, received two tickets, and then led Chenrui into the hall.

The corridors in the hall are dim and low, like a dusty night sky, giving people a feeling of suffocation. Green LED signage indicates the number of each arena and the name of the player who is facing off.

"Right here. Alice walked into a arena in a circle, and Chen Rui hurriedly followed. When you enter the door, you pay attention to the name of the player on the street sign, "Demon Stica vs Ronin Panasonic Pillar".

A stepped viewing seat surrounds a square ring, which is a standard format of 30 meters by 30 meters. The fight seems to have arrived, and the shouts from the audience are one after another. Alice found a slightly remote corner and sat down, although it was remote, but the fighting in the arena could be seen lightly.

When Chen Rui first entered the hall, he looked at the dim corridor, and there seemed to be a little strange in his heart. Grandma Bess once told him that in ancient times, there was a kind of entertainment called watching movies. Due to the dimness in the cinema, it became an ideal place for men and women to have a bang.

But when he entered the arena and saw the bloody scene in the ring, the strange hazy feeling in his heart just now completely disappeared.

Strika's legs were severed by Qi Brush, and blood was pouring down, and the ronin Panasonic was not much better, his chest was cut by Stica's weapon scythe a foot long, and the flesh inside was turned out. There were ten minutes left in the game, and both men had three drops of blood left.

Stica fell to her knees panting, "You let me go." If we continue to fight like this, you won't end well. ”

Matsushita Pillar barely supported his body with his katana, "Why didn't you think of letting my brother Matsushita Arino's head go when you cut off the head of my brother Matsushita Arino with a scythe?"

"He killed the little 'Red Rose' spider I used for practice. You must know that it was complete luck that I was able to get that little spider, and without him, my cultivation would have stopped there. Besides, I didn't know he was your brother. Stica exclaimed.

"He's the only relative I have in the world. I promised him to take him out of here. In half a year, our wish will come true. But you killed him cruelly. He's dead, can your damn pet be resurrected?" Matsushita's body seemed to recover a little, and with the support of the katana, he slowly stood up.

"His ability is recovery, and as long as he doesn't kill directly, he can gradually recover based on his constitution. Alice whispered to Chenrui.

"Stica doesn't want to fight anymore, why don't you surrender?" asked Chen Rui, puzzled.

Alice glared at him, "Didn't you see his leg broken?" If you want to surrender, you have to go under the ring yourself. His legs were broken, and if he had climbed on two hands, Panasonic would certainly not mind stabbing him directly in the back. ”

"Matsushita Pillar and Matsushita Arino are from ancient Fuso, and for some reason, their family was purged by the blood clan. Because they were young, they were sent to Tzu Chi Hall to escape the catastrophe. Alice explained.

Chen Rui knows that the Holy See has a strange rule, no matter where the children of the human race come from, as long as they are less than 1.2 meters tall and put into a thanksgiving basket, they are even orphans, and they have been protected and raised by the Holy See since then. His family has had nothing to do with him since.

However, due to malnutrition and other reasons, many children under 1.2 meters are already five or six years old, and they have already remembered at this time. Therefore, when the Terran family is killed and cleansed by the blood clan for various reasons, this rule is used to keep their offspring.

Although the Blood Clan was quite dissatisfied with this rule of the Holy See, the Holy See still adhered to it for thousands of years.

At this time, the cheers in the audience were higher and higher, and the blood in the ring stimulated the brains of the audience like a stimulant.

"Kill him. Kill him!"

"Why don't you do it, like a. ”

"Kill him, and Lao Tzu will win. Ten Pope's golden shields, that's just the end of this sword. Hurry up ......"

Under the urging of everyone, Panasonic Pillar slowly raised the katana, the golden Xuan Qi condensed on the blade, and blue lightning faintly appeared, crackling.

"Samurai Technique - Rachel!" Matsushita Pillar shouted, sword in both hands, and rushed towards Stica.

The figure of his younger brother Matsushita Arino appeared in his mind, "Brother, you see that I will also use Rachel." ”

"Yes, yes, come on. We have to get out of here alive, and we can't let the legacy of Fuso be cut off in our generation. "Matsushita Pillar clearly remembers the bright smile on his brother's face when he first used the 'Rachel' technique.

Tears had soaked his eyes

I'm sorry father, the child has failed your instructions. The burly figure appeared in the mind of Matsushita Pillar, it was his father. When his bloodied father sent him and his younger brother to the door of Tzu Chi Hall, his father's last request was for him to take care of his younger brother and preserve the family lineage.

The katana of the Panasonic pillar fell sharply, piercing Stica's chest like slicing tofu. Stica fell to the ground with an "ah".

Is it all over? Matsushita Pillar believed in his sword skills, and the place where he pierced through should be Stica's heart. Matsushita stooped down as he pulled his brother's relic, an amethyst necklace, off Stica's neck. It's part of the family legacy.

But as soon as he bent down, a strong sense of danger made his heart palpitate.

Stika is not dead!

Matsushita Pillar felt his katana hear the frequency at which Stica's heart was still beating. He was sure that although the katana had stabbed him in the heart, it had only scratched the edge.

His heart is displaced!

There was a burst of exclamations from the stands, and Panasonic Pillar instinctively wanted to dodge back, but it was too late.

Stica's scythe arcs through the air, his housekeeping skill, "Doomsday Harvest".

The head left Matsushita's body, and blood poured out of the bowl of scars on his neck.

"Recover, now it's up to you how you recover. Demon Stica laughed as he tried to pull out the katana that had been inserted into his chest. Although the knife did not pierce his heart, it did pierce his lungs. If it weren't for the special body of the demon, he would have died a long time ago.

But something even more surprising happened, and Stika had a pained expression on his face. The katana, still in Matsushita's hand, slashed towards Stica's abdomen.

Demon Stica pounced and collapsed in the ring, his heart sliced in half by a katana. Even to death, he couldn't understand how the decapitated Panasonic pillar still had the strength to cut his heart.

"The ninjutsu of the ancient Fuso people is indeed unique. It's over, let's go. Alice stood up from the stands.

At this time, the stands were in chaos.

"It should be considered a victory for the demons. He first cut off Matsushita's head. ”

"No, it was Panasonic who won. Although his head was cut off, he was still able to move, indicating that his heart was still beating. It was the demon's heart that stopped beating first. Another cadet argued.

"I protest, I protest. "There are students who keep shouting loudly, they are all betting on it.

"You have to remember that when you attack with a weapon, as long as you see blood, you will subtract one square, and it will not be added. Alice reminded Chenrui.

Chen Rui looked at the two dead players in the ring with a solemn expression. The staff of the gambling tournament were cleaning the field, and they were mercilessly thrown into a trolley taken to the morgue. The spectators in the stands were still arguing about who would win and who would lose. But they only care about the money they bet, not the two lives that have disappeared.

Chen Rui felt that the purpose of Alice bringing him here to watch the gambling battle was not only to familiarize himself with the venue and the rules of the game, but more importantly, to let him experience the cruelty of the game and the indifference of human nature. Because the defeated side would be punished by withholding lunch the next day, he originally thought that winning or losing a gambling battle would only involve a meal, but now it seems that it is much more than that.

Chen Rui silently followed Alice out of the gambling arena and went to the training room. A strong sense of urgency welled up in his heart. Passing the warrior's test does not mean the end of his brutal life. On the contrary, the struggle he faces in the future has only just begun.