The girl seemed accustomed to the staring of her guests, and when Caesar came to her senses, she asked:

"Are you going to fight today?"

Caesar came to his senses and nodded excitedly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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The girl took out a form and handed it to Caesar:

"Please fill out the form. ”

Caesar took the form.

"'Hell Tower' Fight Tournament Registration. ”

"Name of registrant (not real name). ”

Caesar thought about it for a while, and finally filled in the words "Cizer".

After confirming a series of treaties, Caesar pressed his fingerprint at the bottom, and the registration was complete. In the same way, this registry is also a contract of life and death, and once you press the fingerprint, life and death in the ring are up to you.

The girl took the form and looked at it carefully. After confirming that there was no problem, she handed Caesar a small black badge.

Caesar took the badge and found that the black badge had an inverted slender trapezoidal outlined with golden lines.

The girl smiled at Caesar:

"Mr. Cizer, please come with me. ”

With that, he got up and opened the door next to the window.

Cizer followed her into the door, which was a small, enclosed room with a wall inlaid with a hundred crystal buttons, each indicating the number from zero to hundred.

And now, the button marked with the number "zero" is flashing.

The two walked in, and the door closed.

The girl pressed the button marked with the number "one", and Caesar only felt that the ground began to fall, and after a while the ground stopped falling, and the zero button also stopped flashing, but the number one button kept flashing.

The girl explained:

"This is the first floor of the Inferno Tower, all you have to do is find the staff here, give him the badge, and explain that you want to sign up. The staff will tell you the time of play. ”

Caesar looked around, it was a circular passageway, and around it were one door after another, and it was through one of them that he had stepped out.

He now finally understood why the "Tower of Hell" was called "Tower", which was a tall tower that had been turned upside down and existed deeper underground.

He nodded to the girl, indicating that he understood.

The girl bowed to Caesar and walked back to the room behind her.

The door closed, and the platform in the room must have risen back to the level above.

Caesar walked to the counter in front of him, and saw an old man behind the counter closing his eyes.

"Sir, I want to sign up for martial arts. ”

The old man didn't say a word, but stretched out a hand and put it in front of Caesar.

Caesar understood and placed the badge he had received from the girl in the old man's hand.

On the counter, there is a crystal ball with a circular groove on it, which is exactly the same size as a badge.

The old man inlaid the badge on the groove, and the light on the crystal ball flickered, and lines of text seemed to appear in the direction of the old man.

"Cezel, the level you are on is the first layer, and now it is zero wins and zero losses, there is no winning streak, and there are still ten consecutive wins away from the promotion. ”

Caesar nodded, this was his first time in martial arts.

The old man operated on the crystal ball for a while, and continued to say as if no one was around:

"The fight has been registered, the ring number is thirty, and the fight will start twenty minutes later. ”

With that, he took Caesar's badge out of the groove and put it back into Caesar's hand, and then closed his eyes again.

Caesar took the badge and looked left and right. He found that the countless doors around him were engraved with numbers.

Presumably this is the number of the ring.

Caesar walked along the circular corridor.

"One, two, three......"

Finally, the door that appeared in front of him was marked with the number "thirty".

Pushing open the door, Caesar walked straight inside.

After walking out the door, Caesar came to a room where there were already some people in the room.

Most of them were heavily armed, and many wore masks to hide their identities. Some stood by and waved their swords as if warming up, while others sat motionless on the benches in the room.

When Caesar entered the room, everyone's eyes swept over him, and there was no emotion in those gazes. Of course, those who can participate in this kind of underground fighting tournament for money are a group of outlaws, living a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, and naturally they will not be polite to anyone.

Presumably they're all about to enter a martial arts match.

Caesar found a bench in a corner, and sat down quietly, without disturbing anyone.

Twenty minutes passed quickly.

At this time, a staff member walked in and said loudly:

"In the next game, Cizer against the Prisoners, please come with me. ”

Caesar left the bench and walked over to the staff.

"I'm Cizer. ”

On the other side, a burly, shirtless man swaggered over with a big sword in his hand.

"I'm a prisoner. ”

The staff nodded, leading the two men through the door on the other side of the room.

After passing through the door, there was a passage that divided into two sides, and the two of them each chose one side and walked along the passage.

Walking out of the passage, Caesar was so blinded by the sudden bright light that he couldn't open his eyes.

When his gaze returned, he found himself standing in a ring, and the surrounding audience was crowded with people shouting with all their might.

From the passage opposite him, the prisoner also slowly walked out. The prisoners who walked out of the passage stretched out their arms as if hugging the shouts of the audience, and some spectators chanting the names of "prisoners" could be heard in the audience.

Presumably, this prisoner is no newbie.

The prisoner raised his greatsword and pointed it at Caesar on the other side.

Caesar looked at the other party's provocative movements and smiled lightly, but did not make any other movements.

In the audience, seeing the prisoner pointing at him like this, the crowd once again erupted in a sea of cheers.

Caesar took a closer look at the auditorium. It was found that almost all of the people watching the fighting on this level were some low-level mercenaries or adventurers, who could not afford to pay for the higher-level fighting matches, so they could only come to this first floor to watch the lowest-level battles. But they don't care, watching underground fighting is a way to reduce pressure, they come here to scream, just to get upset, who cares if the fighting is exciting or not. This fare is naturally lucky when you encounter a wonderful battle, and you can also release yourself with a scolding when you encounter boredom, why not?

In the audience, someone looked at the two people on the field.

One side is extremely burly, and the giant sword in his hand looks even more powerful. On the other side, his whole body was shrouded in a cloak, but he was extremely thin compared to the other side, and he did not carry any weapons.

The man pursed his lips and said:

"It's really unlucky, it seems that it's another boring battle, the disparity between the two sides is so big, I'm afraid it will be over in an instant, this ticket is really not worth buying. ”

The man sitting next to him suddenly interjected:

"No, look at that prisoner, he's already won seven games in a row, and if he wins three games, he'll be able to advance to the second tier. And this other kid, I've watched the game here for so long, I've never seen it, and he must be a newcomer. The first time I participated in this 'Hell Tower' fighting match, I ran into a prisoner, and I was really unlucky!"

While the two were discussing, the battle in the field began at the referee's order.

The prisoner smiled and looked at the "little dot" in front of him.

In fact, Caesar is not small, but his well-proportioned figure can indeed only be regarded as thin in front of this behemoth.

Caesar was quite relaxed in the face of the prisoner, and he could see at a glance that this person's strength was only at the level of a sword warrior. And in front of him, a swordsman at the level of a sword attendant is no different from an ordinary person, and he can solve it at will.

In the stands, the shouts of "prisoners" became more and more enthusiastic, and it seemed that they were all gamblers who had placed bets that the prisoners would win.

In the midst of this shout, the prisoner rushed towards Caesar with a swing of his sword. The huge body ran and even the ring trembled.

On the other side, Caesar, whose figure was hidden under the cloak, did not move.